Chapter 2
Nick’s POV
You may think this story will start out happy, like most stories do. This one, I can’t say the same for.
The beginning of my story is not necessarily happy. It’s not necessarily good either.
But everyone’s life isn’t necessarily good. Or happy.
And some people’s lives are too short to even grasp the concept of happiness.
And others are lucky.
And that’s how my story begins.
I was just sitting on the plaid covers of my bed. Thinking. Nothing but pure, honest to goodness, thinking.
A person may ask, what I was thinking about.
And I’m going to answer.
Here in a few minutes.
And if you knew what was good for you, you would stop asking questions.
Questions ripped my life apart. And one question destroyed it.
Remember that.
Anyways, I was sitting on my bed, a stray pencil rolling off as I shifted. I bent down to pick it up, a curl falling over one of my eyes. I looked under my bed, and saw the pencil, gleaming. But I could see something else, besides the pencil. Too dark brown marbles. Staring at me. And the more I looked, the marbles started to look familiar.
And then they blinked. And I nearly fell off the bed as a nineteen year old boy leapt out at me.
“Joe!” I yelped, as I did succeed to fall off the bed, hitting my head on the side of my nightstand. Of course, with his luck, I landed right on top of him, and with an oof! got the wind knocked out of him, by yours truly.
“What the heck were you doing under there?” I asked in a loud voice, trying to be heard above the buzzing in my ears. He just lay there, gasping, holding his stomach. He looked like he was trying to laugh, but it just looked like he was having a spas attack.
I shook my head, trying to clear the buzzing, and waited as the pain ebbed away. When I looked at Joe, I could hear just a little chuckle as he rolled around, obviously enjoying himself.
“Joe!” I repeated, starting to laugh myself on how ridiculous he looked. Then suddenly, without warning, we were both giggling so hard our stomachs were hurting, and our cheeks were tight from smiling too much.
Wait a second.
Laughing? Seems like a pretty good beginning to you, right?
Wait and see.
Suddenly, we both stopped.
It felt like something had changed. Like the air just seemed different, somehow, someway. The sensation…it was unexplainable.
We were both calm. Even when Joe opened his mouth to speak, his voice was soft. Then again, he often reminded me he can’t always be hyper; he had to take a break sometimes. And this was one of those times.
“I heard you whispering.” Joe mumbled, for some reason, acting embarrassed. “What were you thinking about?”
“I wasn’t whispering. And how do you know I was thinking?” I replied, leaning my head on the corner of my nightstand, and Joe leaning against my bed.
We often had these talks. Just about anything. And I mean anything. We could talk about bananas if we wanted to. It would all make sense in our minds.
“It’s weird Nick. I can just tell. You get this one look on your face. Your lips slam shut and your eyes seem pinpointed on one place in the room, but I can never tell where it is.”
Joe sighed. “And you did whisper. Well, actually, you only said a few words and they were really breathy.”
I scrunched up my nose.
“Well, Joe, when I say a few words and they’re breathy doesn’t mean I’m whispering. And I don’t re-call saying anything.”
“Whatever. At least tell me what you were thinking about.”
I paused.
“I was thinking about Alyssa.” I finally said after what seemed forever. “And her sweet sixteen. I was wondering what I should plan for her surprise party.”
Joe shrugged. “I think…”
“BOYS!” A loud shout from their dad cut Joe off. “TIME TO GO TO THE VENUE!”
“We better go.” Joe finished. He stood up, giving one glance at me.
The sad thing was, he didn’t put up much of a fight when I told him I didn’t whisper.
I said I didn’t whisper.
Too bad he didn’t fight.
Because he would have found out what I said with a little more prodding.
What did I say?
I said a word.
And that word was one simple one.
It.
Was.
I Love Her.
