He sits on the side of his bed, brown hair falling into his closed eyes. He didn't mind, he was too deep in thought to even notice. His mind was consumed with possibilities, bad scenarios, and happenings. Attempted suicide, self mutilation, so many things he wanted to put an end to. But how?
Then a noise emitted from the computer's speakers indicating a new Instant message from the only person he was actually caring to listen to. Brian moved from bedside to nearly broken computer chair and checked to see what Meka had sent. A link to the website they had both been posting things on, one that linked to a tribute to one of Meka's friends. Brian read and couldn't help but wonder, who could this be about?
Brian's eyes darted and took in information from the piece of writing, he thought it might have been directed toward him. Maybe. In any case, he liked it. It told how Meka would be there for that friend at all times, even in the worst situations. It touched Brian's heart and he smiled. But then again, His conscience told him it wasn't him they were talking about but he couldn't be sure. Could he?
He messaged Meka back, asking if it really was for him. Her reply made him smile and in his mind he laughed at his negative conscience. But his conscience wouldn't give in. It replied with "It's only friendship" but Brian's gut told him love. He wasn't sure but he'd throw that aside for now. He was happy, he had a friend. A very good friend. He laid back on his bed when Meka signed off and closed his eyes.
A week later, Brian's cousin threw a birthday Christmas party and invited all their friends. Upon arrival, Brian noticed the Christmas decorations and handed his cousin her present. A new pair of purple and black socks, his conscience told him she'd hate them. He told it that they would see in time. This party was going to be an all nighter, and Brian wouldn't let anything, even his own mind, ruin it for him.
The party drove on, everyone played games and made S'mores around an underpopulated campfire. (Seriously, there were about four people and ten seats.) But the longer the party went on, the more Brian's mind tried to get to him. He would occasionally glance at Meka and wonder if she loved him or liked him. It wasn't until most of the people had left that Brian decided to sum up his courage and try to actually talk about how he felt.
They were inside when he decided to talk, nobody else was around and his heart was beating. His conscience continued to demoralize him.
"Hey... Meka..." Brian said, stopping before her.
"I wanted to ask if..." He froze, would he be able to get it out? "Meka I uh.. I was thinking about what you wrote.. And I had this feeling.." Meka smiled and listened intently. Brian continued, "I..." He knew he was in too deep to go back now, so he told himself, No regrets, and spoke. "I love you Meka, and I can't help to wonder if you love me too and.." Brian stopped when Meka's finger pushed to his lips.
"Shut it, look up and tell me what we do now." Meka smiled as Brian looked up to see the red berries and green leaves. A mistletoe. Brian looked back at Meka, and was surprised when her lips met his but the shock passed and he enjoyed the kiss. Suddenly, Brian felt the light shining onto his eyelids.
Brian covered his eyes and sat up to find himself in his bed where he fell asleep. The computer was on Meka's story was still up on the monitor. Brian sighed, he could only hope the dream would come true and wonder... would it ever happen? His conscience says no. He says his conscience needs to shut the hell up. |
Submission Name: Mistletoe
