Post by starshineemi65 on Apr 30, 2011 16:43:48 GMT 1
Chapter 5:
When we arrived at the ER, the doctor mumbled something in Paul's ear. He nodded slightly and followed him into white doubledoors, probably heading down a hallway.
John and I sat down in the waiting area. I noticed their was a soda machine, and I was parched.
"Do you have a dollar, John?"
"Erhmm....." he said, shuffling through his pockets. "Ya, you want a drink?"
I nodded, and he gave it to me. I smiled and went to go see what soda they had. I ended up buying a diet Coke. I sat back down and drank quietly.
"So....what do we do..?" he asked.
"Well, who knows how long Paul is going to be in there, you know..?" I replied.
He shrugged. "I'm worried."
"Me too."
"Wanna come to my house, and we'll listen to some music?"
"Sure, but do you want to go grab lunch first?" he asked, standing up.
"Yeah."
I stood up, took his hand, and we walked out. The whole walk was practically silent. We arrived at a very small diner, and took a booth seat. A waitress came up to us, and we both ordered burgers and a chocolate shake to share.
"The food here good?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. Kelsey, Paul, and I come here all the time."
"Ahh I see. Back home in Chicago, when I was feeling lonely, I'd go to this Brazilian Cafe that had really good pastries."
"Why were you lonely? Were you left home often?"
"All the time actually..." I said, my voice becoming quiet. "My mom is a drug addict, and...." I trailed off. Tears were blurring my vision.
"Tell me. Its ok." he said, gently resting his hand on mine.
"She started drugs when I was about nine, and....every night she'd either lock herself in her room, or be out at clubs and stuff. My dad was here, and I have no siblings, so I would often be lonely. I don't think I'd be alive without music. I listened to it to calm me down....sorry this is so strange.." I was looking away so he couldn't see the tears rolling down my face.
"Now..." he gently pushed my chin so I was looking at him and he wiped the tears with a napkin. "Thats alright. I know how you feel. When my Uncle George died...well....it wasn't the same at home. He was a great guy, and I admired him a lot. Until one day, he just collapsed and..I was left alone with Mimi. I love her, but she's straight as a line. I missed fooling around with someone at home, you know?"
"Yeah. Definitely. I missed actually having someone to talk to when I had problems. Without my friends from school..."
"Exactly."
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I knew we had a special connection, and this bonded us even closer.
After that, I didn't feel so empty.
At all.
When we arrived at the ER, the doctor mumbled something in Paul's ear. He nodded slightly and followed him into white doubledoors, probably heading down a hallway.
John and I sat down in the waiting area. I noticed their was a soda machine, and I was parched.
"Do you have a dollar, John?"
"Erhmm....." he said, shuffling through his pockets. "Ya, you want a drink?"
I nodded, and he gave it to me. I smiled and went to go see what soda they had. I ended up buying a diet Coke. I sat back down and drank quietly.
"So....what do we do..?" he asked.
"Well, who knows how long Paul is going to be in there, you know..?" I replied.
He shrugged. "I'm worried."
"Me too."
"Wanna come to my house, and we'll listen to some music?"
"Sure, but do you want to go grab lunch first?" he asked, standing up.
"Yeah."
I stood up, took his hand, and we walked out. The whole walk was practically silent. We arrived at a very small diner, and took a booth seat. A waitress came up to us, and we both ordered burgers and a chocolate shake to share.
"The food here good?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. Kelsey, Paul, and I come here all the time."
"Ahh I see. Back home in Chicago, when I was feeling lonely, I'd go to this Brazilian Cafe that had really good pastries."
"Why were you lonely? Were you left home often?"
"All the time actually..." I said, my voice becoming quiet. "My mom is a drug addict, and...." I trailed off. Tears were blurring my vision.
"Tell me. Its ok." he said, gently resting his hand on mine.
"She started drugs when I was about nine, and....every night she'd either lock herself in her room, or be out at clubs and stuff. My dad was here, and I have no siblings, so I would often be lonely. I don't think I'd be alive without music. I listened to it to calm me down....sorry this is so strange.." I was looking away so he couldn't see the tears rolling down my face.
"Now..." he gently pushed my chin so I was looking at him and he wiped the tears with a napkin. "Thats alright. I know how you feel. When my Uncle George died...well....it wasn't the same at home. He was a great guy, and I admired him a lot. Until one day, he just collapsed and..I was left alone with Mimi. I love her, but she's straight as a line. I missed fooling around with someone at home, you know?"
"Yeah. Definitely. I missed actually having someone to talk to when I had problems. Without my friends from school..."
"Exactly."
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I knew we had a special connection, and this bonded us even closer.
After that, I didn't feel so empty.
At all.