Bi•o•log•i•cal
Re·un·ion
September 24, 2016
R•A•Y•E
The next week consisted of Disney Nature documentaries and Raspberry Sorbet from Ampersand's.
A few people had made an effort to stop by; but after taking one look at the state of my apartment and my wrinkled pajamas, they'd quickly left, muttering about "that boy".
My cellphone remained silent- to my dismay. No messages from Harry even implying he was missing me. He was no doubt schmoozing it up with Miami's elite. Probably sitting with a showgirl on his arm and a drink between his fingers.
You're supposed to be happy, remember?
I rolled my eyes at my own internal antics, swiftly sitting up and tossing my old fleece away. The path to the curtains was filled with stumbling over discarded clothing and empty ice cream containers. The light that streamed in only further proving how I'd let the house slip in Harry's absence.
It was crazy the affect he was having on me....
For a few months now, I'd realized my true feelings for him. We'd only been friends since the 6th grade, bonding over our mutual love of Queen and low-budget sci-fi.
I'd been the one to pressure him into our school's talent show, and then the local singing competition. Dutifully standing in the "shadows" as he gained a small following.
And I'd been the one to jump start his YouTube channel, filming him before eventually crashing on the old couch in his mom's family room. Our parents accused us of being joined at the hip. We went everywhere as a pair, did everything together. Told each other everything, all of our secrets.
Well...almost all of them...
So it was only natural that I'd been the first person he told about the biggest record label of the 21st century offering him a contract. And now he was gone.
I slowly finished scooping the rest of the trash, dropping it haphazardly near the base of the hallway before trudging to my room. The vanity where I was seated reflected that I looked as horrible as my surroundings.
"Clean yourself up, Raye. You look disturbed."
"I'd say so." A painstakingly familiar voice laughed, echoing my sentiment. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet a pair of deep sage ones staring from the doorway. They were just as distressing as they were reassuring.
His somber irises pulsated with curiosity and a feigned suprise at my shock.
"Man Raye, no 'hi'?"
I shot up from the vanity, quickly throwing my arms around his neck as he lifted me from the ground. Harry turned us around in a small circle, while I nestled my face into his jacket.
"Harry! Put me dowwwnnn!" I squealed, swatting his chest. He set me down on the floor, giving me a minute to calm the flurry of motion around me.
"I wanted to-"
"What are you-"
"Oh sor-"
"My ba-"
Harry and I awkwardly laughed and grew quiet, smiling at each other.
"You go first."
"Why are you back? Did it not work out?" I did my best to squelch the hope lacing my voice, but the smirk on his lips informed me I'd failed.
"No everything was perfect!! I got all of the papers signed. I'm just back to pack up my stuff."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
The awkward silence was back, with me tucking invisible strands of hair behind my ear.
"Didn't you have something to tell me?" A deep blush inched up his neck, and he began to nervously shift from foot to foot. He tugged at the blue button-up at his neck, sliding his other hand into the pocket of his jeans.
"Can we go outside?"
"Uhh...yeah, I guess."
He led me by the elbow through the piles of clothing in the hall, sliding open the screen door and watching as I sat on the old porch swing. Harry began to pace then, sliding his hands through his hair, looking down at me every few seconds.
"You're scaring me Har."
He exhaled, crouching before me. I unconsciously bit my lip as he closed his hands around mine.
"I have something big to ask you, just promise me you won't freak out."
R•A•Y•E
The next week consisted of Disney Nature documentaries and Raspberry Sorbet from Ampersand's.
A few people had made an effort to stop by; but after taking one look at the state of my apartment and my wrinkled pajamas, they'd quickly left, muttering about "that boy".
My cellphone remained silent- to my dismay. No messages from Harry even implying he was missing me. He was no doubt schmoozing it up with Miami's elite. Probably sitting with a showgirl on his arm and a drink between his fingers.
You're supposed to be happy, remember?
I rolled my eyes at my own internal antics, swiftly sitting up and tossing my old fleece away. The path to the curtains was filled with stumbling over discarded clothing and empty ice cream containers. The light that streamed in only further proving how I'd let the house slip in Harry's absence.
It was crazy the affect he was having on me....
For a few months now, I'd realized my true feelings for him. We'd only been friends since the 6th grade, bonding over our mutual love of Queen and low-budget sci-fi.
I'd been the one to pressure him into our school's talent show, and then the local singing competition. Dutifully standing in the "shadows" as he gained a small following.
And I'd been the one to jump start his YouTube channel, filming him before eventually crashing on the old couch in his mom's family room. Our parents accused us of being joined at the hip. We went everywhere as a pair, did everything together. Told each other everything, all of our secrets.
Well...almost all of them...
So it was only natural that I'd been the first person he told about the biggest record label of the 21st century offering him a contract. And now he was gone.
I slowly finished scooping the rest of the trash, dropping it haphazardly near the base of the hallway before trudging to my room. The vanity where I was seated reflected that I looked as horrible as my surroundings.
"Clean yourself up, Raye. You look disturbed."
"I'd say so." A painstakingly familiar voice laughed, echoing my sentiment. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet a pair of deep sage ones staring from the doorway. They were just as distressing as they were reassuring.
His somber irises pulsated with curiosity and a feigned suprise at my shock.
"Man Raye, no 'hi'?"
I shot up from the vanity, quickly throwing my arms around his neck as he lifted me from the ground. Harry turned us around in a small circle, while I nestled my face into his jacket.
"Harry! Put me dowwwnnn!" I squealed, swatting his chest. He set me down on the floor, giving me a minute to calm the flurry of motion around me.
"I wanted to-"
"What are you-"
"Oh sor-"
"My ba-"
Harry and I awkwardly laughed and grew quiet, smiling at each other.
"You go first."
"Why are you back? Did it not work out?" I did my best to squelch the hope lacing my voice, but the smirk on his lips informed me I'd failed.
"No everything was perfect!! I got all of the papers signed. I'm just back to pack up my stuff."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
The awkward silence was back, with me tucking invisible strands of hair behind my ear.
"Didn't you have something to tell me?" A deep blush inched up his neck, and he began to nervously shift from foot to foot. He tugged at the blue button-up at his neck, sliding his other hand into the pocket of his jeans.
"Can we go outside?"
"Uhh...yeah, I guess."
He led me by the elbow through the piles of clothing in the hall, sliding open the screen door and watching as I sat on the old porch swing. Harry began to pace then, sliding his hands through his hair, looking down at me every few seconds.
"You're scaring me Har."
He exhaled, crouching before me. I unconsciously bit my lip as he closed his hands around mine.
"I have something big to ask you, just promise me you won't freak out."
Notes
Yo.This a filler (as are the next few chapters until the juicy stuff starts). Kinda wordy, and written half-assed. Excuse my life lolz
I'm just a smol bean. Don't judge! But thanks for tuning in and subscribing!
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