the party was hosted at some mansion all the families owned in New York. it was near the ocean and very quiet overall. there was about 7 families, and they were all snobby and rich.
they all had kids, but they were in college or gone off to make millions in their own businesses that their parents can brag about. me, Casey, and Matteo were the only kids left.
me and my parents didn't talk for the rest of the night, not even at dinner with all the families.
i wore a random black dress, with my hair in a low bun.
i could feel Matteo's stares at me from across the table, trying to get my attention, but i kept my head down, staring at my plate.
i could survive this weekend without Matteo,
but not without my music.
as soon as dinner finished, i made some dumb lie that i felt sick, and headed back to my family's wing of the house, while everyone went into the entertaining room.
the house was quiet, but i could hear people still laughing from dinner.
i took my dress off, replacing it with leggings and a
t-shirt.
i called Casey right away, knowing that she would be doing nothing tonight, as halloween is tomorrow.
"hey" i said signing into the phone
i could hear her giggling, "so i'm guessing it didn't go well?"
"well i'll let you decide, i got into a 2 fights with my parents, sat through a long, boring, dinner... and OH Matteo Hayes is here!"
"WHAT? but they haven't been since his mom left!"
"i know!"
"well he's a hottie, get some dick while you can!" i could hear her sticking her tongue out through the phone.
"i could kill you right now,"
"ugh please do, Connor wants to go as the devil and the angel, that's SO basic! i mean who does he even think i am! i am anything but basic! he won't even let me be the devil!"
that's Casey for you. anything but basic.
it was kind of comforting listening to her dumb drama though, it made me forget that i was trapped in this hell hole.
"yeah thats wired.." i say pretending to listen, but now my attention is anywhere but in Casey.
i can hear my parents drunk footsteps coming down the hall.
"listen Casey, i'll call you back tomorrow, my parents are coming," i say, shutting her up from her rambles.
"good luck,"
i hang up the phone and put on shoes, to get ready for a walk.
my parents are even worse drunk.
"what are you doing?" my father asks, as they open the door to my room.
"oh just going for a walk," i say, trying to keep the conversation short.
"i bet she's going to see that boy, weren't you just sick?" my mother asks behind my father.
"i feel better, and i'm 17 mom, i don't need you controlling who i hang out with,"
"I TOLD YOU!" i mother said, facing my father with her perfect finger in the air, "that boy is controlling her!" she turns to me, "he is just with you for the money, i bet his father put him up to it-"
"mom, i'm just gonna for a walk, that's it,"
i grabbed a book, and walked out the door before she could say another word.
everyone seemed to already be in bed as i walked through the house, and out the main doors.
the air was warm and thick against my skin.
i walked through the backyard and towards the beach.
it was dark, but i could still see the waves glowing underneath the moonlight.
the sand felt cold against my feet as i took of my shoes, and started walking down the beach while reading my book with the light of the moon.
my book was a poetry book. many people think poetry is pathetic and old, but for me it's a way to express the feelings i never knew i had.
my brain is just addicted to the way poetry speaks, if that even makes sense.
i've had been walking for a long time, stuck in my book when-
SMACK!
"ouch.." i said, but now with my butt in the sand.
"shit, sorry"
oh great. who else would it be?
i looked up, trying to find his eyes, but could not find them through his dark hair.
"oh thea, it's you,"
"the one and only."
i should probably get out of here before my mother gets some crazy ideas..
he helped me up, holding on to my wrist a little longer then he should have.
"what are you doing out so late?" i ask
"just a run, needed to clear my thoughts,"
"oh, same for me i guess.."
trying to keep the conversation short, i turn and start to head back to the house, but his words stop me.
"what are you reading?"
i freeze, still facing the house, "why do you care?"
"i don't."
we were silent for a while, but i still didn't move.
"poetry."
"poetry?"
"poetry."
"isn't that stuff all pathetic?"
told you.
"not all of it." i say, finally turning back towards him.
"will you read me some?"
i raise my eyebrows, "you want me to read poetry to you?"
his face is hard, hiding all emotions, "yes, is something wrong?"
"well this is coming from a guy who didn't know that he had to check out a library book,"
he stared at me for a while, still no clear emotions on his tan face.
"so will you?"
i look around, noticing that the house was still close.
"not here."
"what?"
"my mother isn't too fond of you.." i say, praying it didn't sound so bad.
now emotions form on his face. confusion but a little bit of knowing.
"is that why you were ignoring me?"
i didn't answer.
"follow me," he says, pulling me by my free hand.
after a while of walking, the house was no longer in sight, but a tree house.
"what's this?" i ask as we go up the old ladder.
"a old place i found when i used to come here," he paused for a moment, "it's out of sight, your mom won't see."
i took out the book and flipped through the pages as he made himself comfortable, sitting against the dusty walls, next to me.
finding a good poem, i start reading.
" the heavens sing in a choir,
and i've never felt higher
as you kiss me with both hatred and desire,
but my feelings are on fire,
and it's making you a liar
as you stare into my eyes
and tell me,
that i'm enough for your desires.
-L "
i can see his eyes now, as he stares not at me, but at the ocean through a window that has no frame.
he sits in silence, probably deep in thought, so i join him, closing the book and staring at the dark ocean.
"can you repeat it?"
i repeat the poem by memory, never moving once.
his emotions do not change, if he even has any.
it amazes me how he never seems to show emotions. he's not numb either, his face is just... blank.
"i'm not sure i get it" he admits,
"well my understanding of it is that their love is strong, but she seems too insecure to think that she is enough for him,"
he scoffs. "pathetic," he faces his head towards me, but i keep looking straight ahead, "that poem is dumb, i mean how pathetic could someone be to think of themselves that low?"
"well i think it's the opposite of dumb," i turn to look at him now, "the poem allows you to be in the writers position. it allows you to feel just as they are in the moment,"
the room gets quiet again, the only noises coming from crickets outside the treehouse.
"you should talk more," he says, no longer looking at me.
"huh?"
"you never talk, not at school at least," he flattens out his legs, becoming more relaxed against the wall,
"but you're very smart. i've never met someone who's talked like you."
i sigh, all of a sudden becoming utterly tired.
"why don't you speak?" he asks genuinely.
"no one listens." i look back towards the ocean.
after a minute he speaks, "i'll listen,"
i turn my head back towards him, praying that i don't see pity on his face.
but still, no emotion.
"you will?" i tilt my head.
"yeah."
"...fine" i say, instantly regretting it. fine!?
"fine."
a/n
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