When Everything Changed (Currently Rewriting)

4. Idea of a Playdate: Dress-up as Spongebob's Superheros and Mud Pies

~ A visual of stacey at the side or above ~

CHAPTER 4 | Idea of a Playdate: Dress-up as Spongebob's Superheros and Mud Pies

"May I speak to him?"

"Oh sure," she says. "I will go call him. While you wait, please come in and take a seat in the living room."

I did as what I was instructed and took a seat at the living room. After a few minutes, I heard yelling from upstairs. Then, she came back down.

"I am sorry, but he doesn't want to see you," she informs me. "He wants you to go away and just forget him." She helps me up and walks me toward the door.

My insides broke as I heard those words. He doesn't want to see me again. He wants me to go away. He wants me to forget him. I do not believe that it is him who said those. This must be a sick joke! So, I pulled away from her grasp and protested.

"I will not leave until I hear those words come out from his mouth! I do not believe what you are saying! He wouldn't say anything like that!" I exclaim.

She begged me to just go away, and she tried to pull me to the exit. I resisted and stood my ground. Then, I heard someone clear a throat from upstairs. I looked up and saw nothing but a shadow, yet I know that the shadow belongs to him.

"Just go away. I don't need you anymore," he says.

I knew that those were his words. It pierced through my heart, and the pain came. He doesn't want to do anything with me anymore. If he wants it that way, I guess I will just grant his wish. I will go away. I won't need him anymore. I will forget him.

••••

My eyelids shot open, and I jumped out of bed. Sweat covered my skin, glistening in the sunlight's glow. My heart raced inside my chest - the constant drumming bringing slight pain. I deeply breathed in and reassured myself.

It was only a dream.

I had these reoccurring the past six years. It was a flashback of an event that happened in the past. To this very day, it still haunted me and brought me the heartache. I tried my best to get over that event, but I couldn't.

Knocking sounded at my bedroom door, followed by a voice.

"Emily?" The voice says, and the door creaked open. A head popped out, and I threw a pillow at it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him. It's like seven o'clock in the morning of a Saturday. Who in the right mind would visit me at this crucial hour?

"I am here for our play date!" Brandon exclaims enthusiastically.

"How old are you? Five years old?"

Brandon walked inside and tiptoed towards the side of my bed. "Hey, we promised, remember? So, get your ass out of bed and let's go!"

I took my quilt and wrapped myself under it. I took my pillow and smothered my head, blocking Brandon out. A few minutes passed, and I still felt the presence of him beside me. Suddenly, a felt a pair of hands made its way to my waist. I was then being pinched at the side where it tickles. I bolted out of bed and kicked the tickler away from me.

I heard Brandon groaned and whisper some profanities.

I knew that Brandon is a persistent one. So, I gave in with his request since I knew he wouldn't be going anywhere until he gets what he wants. He merrily cheered and went downstairs to wait for me as I get ready.

••••

Brandon led me to his casa. He still lives in a two-story snout house that I recalled from childhood. Painted in bright colors and decorated with fine plants, it sets a cozy aura. Instead of going to the front porch, he leads to through the side towards the backyard.