I drove along the lit road, passing building by building. Looking over at Caspar who’d kept quiet since we left the party, was watching the darkness outside, seemingly deep within his own thoughts. The first couple of minutes of the drive was filled with complete silence, but just as I turned the corner onto Caspar’s street he suddenly spoke up.
- Simon kissed me.
- I figured. What happened?
- He freaked out and pushed me away. Saying it was a mistake and telling me to leave.
- Wow. That’s a douche move.
- I just. I think I freaked him out.
- Why?
- I just. I told him I’ve waited for this for so long, that I wanted everything with him.
- ... Ok that’s kind of intense for a first kiss, but what Simon did was still a dick move. I should talk to him.
- You really don’t have to. It’s our mess, not yours.
I simply waved Caspar off as I slowed down the car right by his house. He looked at me quietly, pleading with me not to talk to Simon, but it was no use. Simon had to know what he did was awful, especially considering just how much this obviously meant to Caspar. We parted ways before I continued the short drive back home, parking my car in the driveway before heading inside the dark and quiet house. Everyone was asleep by this point, forcing me to sneak as quietly as I possibly could up the stairs and into my room. It didn’t take much for me to fall asleep; the day had been long and exhausting enough to put down a larger bear.
Though it didn’t last very long as I was awoken by my phone going off, message after message flooding in.
Chat: Simon
- Omg pls don’t hat me.
- I know I fkd up w Casp.
- I’m fucking drunk af shit.
- I dnt know wha to doo.
- Casp is too ice for me.
- Casp deserve someone ice no tme.
- Fuck tlk to me i’m goin crasy.
- ?????
I did feel sorry for Simon, most likely being emotional, drunk and overwhelmed by Caspar’s, to him, sudden confession. I quickly typed up a short but firm response.
Chat: Simon
Chat: Simon
- Honestly I feel like shit.
- Both physically and emotionally.
- Besides the point.
- I just want to be ok with Casp again, we’re best friends.
- Fuck why am I like this.
- Are you mad?
- I get it if you are.
I looked at the time, 11:38am, Simon had sent his last message almost two hours ago. I quickly began typing back to him.
Chat: Simon
- Hey Simon, I’m not mad.
- Well I am, but I know you´re not a shit person.
- I don’t know what you want from Casp.
- But you need to tell him once you do.
- He’s really fucking hurt.
I watched the “sent” icon for a while, seeing if he’d see the message right away. After a few seconds with no luck, I quickly backed out of the conversation to look at Caspar’s messages. I had a few unread one’s but nothing as emotionally loaded as Simon’s, much like Caspar’s usual style of texting.
I watched as my messages were quickly read, the “seen” icon showing up underneath my last message, but no more messages came in. Much like Caspar, he usually kept it at that if nothing more could be said. I pocketed my phone with a heavy sigh. Feeling exhausted before lunch had even been served for the day. I walked down to the kitchen, helping my mother with the cooking as I had nothing better to do. My father had gone off to do some business or other, leaving me alone with mom for the next couple of hours. We began playing around in the kitchen, flicking some scraps of onion peels and carrot ends at each other. I managed to flick a piece of bell pepper in her hair, making her shove a stray onion peel down the back of my shirt. We called it truce after that, the feeling of the peel like a small snail as it went down my back, making me yelp in disgust. We ate together, and after doing the dishes and packing some extra boxed lunches for tomorrow, we bundled into the sofa, watching some series on the TV before dad would come home and change the channel to watch some hockey game.
- I hope he’s not pushing you too hard darling.
- Oh no mom, it’s fine. Well I’m not gonna lie, the training is intense, but I know it’s good for me in the end.
- Good. It will be much easier for you once you can control your wolf better. Your father is hoping you will within the year. He sees great potential in you.
- Really? He said that?
- Yeah. I know he doesn’t say much to you about it, but he’s really proud of you, you know?
- Thanks mom. I know, he’s a man of few words and all.
She let her hands card through my hair, as I leaned against her shoulder. I could hear her quiet laugh as she held me tighter in her arms. I let my eyes shut, the exhaustion since the night before and dad’s intense workout from earlier, made it impossible to stay awake. I fell asleep moments later, my mother’s warmth and sweet voice by my side, quietly humming the melody from the commercial currently on the TV.
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