With The Lunatics - Chapter 9

Lynn’s POV

It was a Normal day. Everything’s fine and it’s been two days since our tree party. We really did have some good time there, but i feel like i forgot something. I keep thinking about what did i forget, until this day when i remembered the letters i’m supposed to read which is on my purse. I usually have different purse everyday, it’s not about showing off i just think that such things we’re supposed to be used and not just a display in an enclosed and lonely closet. I just couldn’t get other girls who buy designer clothes and bags and wearing it just once?Maybe twice sometimes, like why? Are designer items supposed to be hidden inside the house after you’ve purchased it? Unfortunately, i don’t have my purse today, so i shake the thought out of my head and decided to read it as soon as i got home. It’s just a normal day, nothing remarkable happened. Until lunch time.

“Jean and I are at the bleachers already” a message I received from Mark right before i got out of my classroom to have lunch. I turned right to go down the stairs and out of this science building. “So…” Clay said, which gave me a small fright, he suddenly popped in front of me. And of course, he had his new look with him since the party, i think it’s good for him but you know he always look so awkward to people so his looks doesn’t make so much of a difference. “Woah Clay! You gave me a fright there!” I joked at him. We were walking our way to our usual place which took some time since it’s an end-to-end of distance. “Did you already think about it?” Clay awkwardly asked, why is he always this nervous even with me? I mean we’re friends now, aren’t we? “Think about what?” I asked him. “You know, the note” He smiled nervously. Does he mean the note he wrote from the party? “Well i didn’t have the chance to read it yet, so i guess i’ll know what you’re talking about later this day” i said to him casually then he replied with a smile. We walked our way through the crowded place and found the pair of gold. Of course they were not eating yet, they didn’t even bought their food yet. That’s how it goes you see, we always wait for each other before we do something, well most of the times.

Mark’s POV

Tree house Party

“This is getting out of hand guys, imma buy candies, there’s a convenient store near here, it’s only like 3 blocks” I said to them when every minute kids go by our tree house asking for candies. We really should have chosen to build this tree somewhere deeper inside the forest, but with all cost it’s still safer. “I’ll go too” Clay said. We sat off. We didn’t bring Lynn’s car though, who would? I mean it’s only three blocks far besides i enjoy walking in silents nights, i find it peaceful.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it” Clay conversed while we’re walking through the cold night. “It sure is, you know the moon is something like my stress reliever.” I responded. “Really? I didn’t think you’re a night person” He said curiously “Well, surprise!” I joked then he gave a small laugh in return. “I don’t like night time that much myself to be honest” Clay said with a much more serious face than the past minute. “Oh, why’s that so?” I inquired. “You know it happened at night, the day Mom caught dad cheating” Clay said sadly. He clearly hasn’t moved on with the thought yet, maybes it’s quite more recent that our issues. “Is that why you chose to come with me? You want to talk about it?” I asked him with a concerned voice. He smiled and said “Please” We agreed that we have nothing to lose if we did a kittle catch up before we go back there, at the tree house. We easily found a couple of chairs and a table beside the Convenient store, we sat down after buying stuff.

“Tell me how it happened” i said to him, looking in his beautiful eyes which is what caught my attention from our very first meeting. Those eyes, those deep brown eyes that looks so dominant at first but still with a hint of innocence. “I was 5 when that happened, or maybe 6 i don’t actually quite remember, Mom and i were about to go to my granny’s house which we do once a week, usually Sundays. We usually go there at afternoon and go back home tomorrow morning. We’re in the middle of the road, halfway there as i remember the tracks, who wouldn’t? If you go there weekly you’ll easily remember every landmarks and i too pay much more close attention because i wanted to go there alone someday that time. My gran gave us a call saying they had a little tea party that lunch and exhausted to entertain me. She said sorry to me and she promised to give me a toy when we get back there the following week, so my mom turned the direction of the car going back home. And by reaching the house, someone’s car was there. We , well mom did, saw my dad in the bed with another woman. And that’s it the rest is hell.” Clay said looking directly into my eyes while telling the story. Before i knew it there’s a trickle of tears in his eyes, i wiped it. Yes, i did, I too was shocked by what i did but he wouldn’t probably notice it. Why did i do that? What am i some sort of lean on friend? Well it’s not bad actually and i don’t think i did something bad. The next thing i know i was handing my handkerchief to him. “It’s alright, just let it out. Sometimes it let’s you breath more” i said to him while i get more close to him in effort to find him comfort.

“Thanks” Clay said and he broke into a small smile and i smiled back. “You know i was hoping on replacing that memory tonight, i don’t want to thing that night is sad all my life” Clay said. “What do you mean?” I asked curiously, it was getting cold outside and before my mind could process it we’re so close to each other’s chair. “You know, creating new more remarkable memories to replace the old one” Clay said. “Like what?” I asked. “I don’t know actually, i just feel like it.” Clay replied. He was still looking into my eyes with sincerity, Gosh this man’s really attractive. “You know our memories should not be forgotten, it’s staying there for a reason, maybe it’s there to remind us that we’re strong enough to get through it-” and before i finished my impulsive statement something more impulsive happened. Clay’s lips was in mine. I was frozen, i didn’t expected that to happen. His sudden act made me paralyze for a second. By the time we parted our lips my mind was racing with thoughts. What was that for? Why did he do that? Does he like me? “I-I…i’m sorry i d-didn’t mean to-” He said, with a more worried look when he saw the shock printed all over my place. I didn’t let him finish, this time i was the one who initiated the kiss. I was the one. After that incident Clay became more…peculiar. He seems like creating some kind of distance between the others. Why? If what happened that night gave him a ton of shock, would he be distancing himself from me, right? That’s how it works usually. Is there something i don’t know? What’s going on with him…and the girls?