Post by Caitlin Martinez G7 on Oct 2, 2005 4:46:26 GMT
She had been doing this for four years. Why was it always so hard? She felt hot tears threatening to fall. It was the same thing for the past years she was leaving for school, so why was it harder now? Caitlin pulled her legs up underneath her and ran her fingers through her hair. Tears fell down her cheeks and slid onto the green couch which she was sitting on. Her eyes were glued to the television as she watched the show that was playing. Caitlin wiped at the tears which were now falling faster now, but silently. In her left hand was the phone, and she held her thumb over the number 7. The speed dial button for Tyler. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back onto the back of the couch. She pushed the 7 and held the phone up to her ear.
Ding dong! Caitlin looked to the direction of the door. She clicked off the phone. A diversion from God. She threw the phone onto the seat cushion and stood, almost gratefully at whoever interrupted her phone call. Caitlin wiped at her eyes and straightened her hair before walking up the stairs toward the main landing where the door was. She grabbed the knob and pulled it open. There stood Tyler, holding a brown bag with foods in it. He had a sheepish grin on his face and a two liter of coke in his other hand. Caitlin smiled a small smile and opened the door wider so her could step through, "I come bearing food, because I know you haven't eaten." He said as a greeting. Caitlin slapped his shoulder playfully and grabbed the two liter from him. As she climbed the stairs toward the kitchen, Caitlin listened to Tyler talk; "So, were you going to call me? Or was I supposed to forget about this tradition for about four years now?"
She shrugged as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and set them infront of her. Caitlin and Tyler seemed to have a lot of traditions. This one, amongst others, was a sadder one. This one marked her leaving for school again, and it made her sad. Very sad. Other traditions included the first report card chant, the birthday celebrations, and the Christmas snowball bombard on Kindergartners down the street. Caitlin cracked the ice tray over the glasses and watched the ice clink into the glasses, she then poured coke into both of the glasses and handed one to Tyler who was pulling out the foods; "I was about to call you...I always seem to put it off to the last minute. Maybe I like testing you. Seeing if you remember." She grinned at him as she surveyed the food alligned in a row on the table. Cheetos, Doritos, Wheat Thins, Donuts, any kind of snack there ever was..was on that table.
"Oh yes, because I forget about you so much." Tyler replied with a sarcastic tone of voice. Caitlin shrugged again and picked up the cheetos, and her soda, and prancing back down the two flights of stairs to the basement video room. She plopped back into her seat on the couch and waited for Tyler to take a seat next to her. He was a tall guy, with brown hair, and brown eyes. He was tan because of the long hours he was marching in the sun for marching band. Compared to his dark skin, Caitlin looked like a ghost. Tyler slumped down next to her and crossed his arms, waiting for her to open the bag of cheetos and eat. This was something Tyler constantly did. The days he saw her he made sure she ate, and the days he didn't see her he knew if she ate or not. He was constantly looking after her, sort of like an older brother...but not.
"You probably will...after I leave." Caitlin spoke quietly. Tyler's gaze tore away from the television to look at her. His gaze softened a little as he saw the tears in her eyes. This was new. She never did this any of the times before. Concern washed over Tyler as he watched Caitlin's unwavering stare upon him. He shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulder. The only contact they ever had. Aside from that time when she was crying because of a breakup. That was when he had hugged her. Tyler doesn't hug anyone. He wasn't a huggy person. Which was why it had surprised both of them when he had hugged her that day. Tyler locked eyes with Caitlin, "Never. I can't forget about you. You leave too many bruises.." A teasing smile crossed his face and Caitlin smiled as well, but rolled her eyes, she still looked like she was going to cry. Tyler shook her lightly, "No...don't cry. Don't. You know I can't handle it when you cry." Caitlin grinned wider this time and she breathed in..trying hard to not cry.
Ding dong! Caitlin looked to the direction of the door. She clicked off the phone. A diversion from God. She threw the phone onto the seat cushion and stood, almost gratefully at whoever interrupted her phone call. Caitlin wiped at her eyes and straightened her hair before walking up the stairs toward the main landing where the door was. She grabbed the knob and pulled it open. There stood Tyler, holding a brown bag with foods in it. He had a sheepish grin on his face and a two liter of coke in his other hand. Caitlin smiled a small smile and opened the door wider so her could step through, "I come bearing food, because I know you haven't eaten." He said as a greeting. Caitlin slapped his shoulder playfully and grabbed the two liter from him. As she climbed the stairs toward the kitchen, Caitlin listened to Tyler talk; "So, were you going to call me? Or was I supposed to forget about this tradition for about four years now?"
She shrugged as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and set them infront of her. Caitlin and Tyler seemed to have a lot of traditions. This one, amongst others, was a sadder one. This one marked her leaving for school again, and it made her sad. Very sad. Other traditions included the first report card chant, the birthday celebrations, and the Christmas snowball bombard on Kindergartners down the street. Caitlin cracked the ice tray over the glasses and watched the ice clink into the glasses, she then poured coke into both of the glasses and handed one to Tyler who was pulling out the foods; "I was about to call you...I always seem to put it off to the last minute. Maybe I like testing you. Seeing if you remember." She grinned at him as she surveyed the food alligned in a row on the table. Cheetos, Doritos, Wheat Thins, Donuts, any kind of snack there ever was..was on that table.
"Oh yes, because I forget about you so much." Tyler replied with a sarcastic tone of voice. Caitlin shrugged again and picked up the cheetos, and her soda, and prancing back down the two flights of stairs to the basement video room. She plopped back into her seat on the couch and waited for Tyler to take a seat next to her. He was a tall guy, with brown hair, and brown eyes. He was tan because of the long hours he was marching in the sun for marching band. Compared to his dark skin, Caitlin looked like a ghost. Tyler slumped down next to her and crossed his arms, waiting for her to open the bag of cheetos and eat. This was something Tyler constantly did. The days he saw her he made sure she ate, and the days he didn't see her he knew if she ate or not. He was constantly looking after her, sort of like an older brother...but not.
"You probably will...after I leave." Caitlin spoke quietly. Tyler's gaze tore away from the television to look at her. His gaze softened a little as he saw the tears in her eyes. This was new. She never did this any of the times before. Concern washed over Tyler as he watched Caitlin's unwavering stare upon him. He shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulder. The only contact they ever had. Aside from that time when she was crying because of a breakup. That was when he had hugged her. Tyler doesn't hug anyone. He wasn't a huggy person. Which was why it had surprised both of them when he had hugged her that day. Tyler locked eyes with Caitlin, "Never. I can't forget about you. You leave too many bruises.." A teasing smile crossed his face and Caitlin smiled as well, but rolled her eyes, she still looked like she was going to cry. Tyler shook her lightly, "No...don't cry. Don't. You know I can't handle it when you cry." Caitlin grinned wider this time and she breathed in..trying hard to not cry.
