Him, Her, And Me

Number One: 1

    I knew summer was over as the cool breeze came in through my open window. Eric and I both shuddered as we felt the cold breath of winter on our skins. I quickly went to my draw and pulled out an old sweater, which had grown quite small on me over the past year and a half, now resulting in a crop top. I ran into the bathroom quickly to see what the sweater looks like. I sighed. More money spent on something that I just grow out of in a year. 

Great, just great. It's hard enough for my mom to make money now a days. Your probably thinking well you change your room throughout the different seasons and I do change it but not because we have money to spend it's because before my dad died we had good money. I used to change my room almost ever weekend! I was spoiled.  I hate myself for that. After my dad died we planned him such a big beautiful funeral thinking it would ease the pain and also thinking it was the proper way to celebrate his life. Here's a short disclaimer: It wasn't. 

We spent so much money on it that we ended up going into some dept. I know I should have sold the decorations and I tried to but my mom wanted to and also the house to have all the belongings that I had (and the house) had had in our "Past life".

"Y-you look- mh.. what's the word? Cold...!" Eric said laughing hysterically while standing in the door way of the bathroom. His long muscly arm holding him up.

"Shut up!" I said  leaving the bathroom and throwing a small pillow, that I took from my bed at him while he started to sit back down at my little two seat table in the corner of my room.

 I look around my room to only see a summery kind of vibe. My beach pictures were all hang up in a collage on one of my many white wall. My curtains hanging over my canopy bed were a light shade of yellow. Reminding me of sunflowers. I had even painted one of the walls in my room! The one wall behind was dresser was painted a very light minty green. All the other walls were white. Over the last three or four months of summer vacation I guess I had really changed a lot.

"Let's get back to packing." Eric said grabbing his newly bought backpack and ripping it out of it's plastic cover. It was a light grey with a white Nike symbol on the front center of the backpack.

"What do you think?" He asked a giant grin plastered to his face. It wasn't my favorite but who am I to break his heart!

"I love it. It suits you." I was telling the truth here. It did suit him. I grabbed my back pack, already opened, and started shoving my "essential" school supplies into all the pockets. Mine was white with yellow strips and navy blue dots crossing in between and on the perfectly straight yellow lines. Perfect, what a strange fake word. Nothing is real perfect, nothing good ever lasts.

"Are you nervous at all?" I blurt out suddenly, do I have no control over my own body? It's been really truly bothering me. 

We are fresh mans this year and yes we have been best friends since first grade but that doesn't mean things don't change. Life is always changing. Never once stopping and thinking about you. Just what they think is right for the world, like my dad dying. Eric was there right by my side the whole entire time it happened.  He helped me "get over it". Yeah right, like I'm going to get over my amazing father dying! The person I looked up to and still do. That's bullshit.

"Nope! I feel good about this year. I also heard there's a ton of new girls. The guys say their hot but I don't care. Or do I now that I've talked about it and starting really thinking about all the-." I block out his voice and think of the word "girls" and "hot". All those things which could make you be and think something that you may or may not be.

"Hello? Earth to Anna. Are you still there?" I hear his voice suddenly pop back into my mind. Filling the darkness with some light.

"Oh yeah. Sorry, what was the question again?" Stupid Anna, now he doesn't think you actually listen to him!

"Um, it was if you were excited... Anna is everything ok? You've been acting a little weird during the whole entire summer. Is this something about your dad because I completely understand if it is. Well I don't but you don't need to tell me anything about that but, if it is something else you can tell me. I want to know." His voice was in a sweet tone but his eyes are filled with worries and I could see a small glimpse of sadness floating around in his pool of dark hazel color.

"Yeah, no! It's not that. I'm totally fine! I was just thinking. You know me always thinking and dazing off in very important conversations!" He looks weirded out but, just nods. Not wanting to "poke the sleeping bear" somewhere deep deep down in my soul, just waiting, wanting to attack.

"You have your outfit for tomorrow? First year no uniforms!" I say excitedly, finally breaking the long silence between us.

"You bet I have an outfit picked out!" He says cheerfully. That's the Eric I remember and love!

"Eric! Anna! Come downstairs for dinner! I know your both hungry." I hear moms yells from downstairs and the smell of chicken fingers flys into my room. M mouth starts to water at the sweet and salty aroma.

"C'mon Scout. Let's go eat!" He says grabbing me by the arm walking me down the stairs, helping me with my crutches.