There’s A Jock In My Bed! [Âœ“] 20. It Will Rain

                                                              There’s a Jock in My Bed!

                                                                Chapter 20: It Will Rain

                                          Song of the Chapter: Courage by Sarah Polley

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You Know the drill, editing as I read along.

 

Time moved incredibly slowly. The doctors and nurses in white looked like hallucinations. My eyes were blurred and I couldn’t think about anything else other than my dad. The flat line of the machine my dad was hooked up to was still ringing heavily in my ears, minutes after it had actually stopped.

“Evan?” Allen’s voice broke me out of my trance. My head slowly turned to face him. We were standing outside of the door where the nurses and doctors were working very hard to try and revive dad. He had tears in his eyes as well but tried to keep strong.

“Evan, you’re okay, we’re okay.” He breathed out a shaky breath. I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. No words would exit my lips. “Do you hear me Evan?” he hiccupped through his tears, “You’re okay.” Strangely, he was crying more than I was.

A doctor came out and bowed his head to us, “…….I’m sorry.” I covered my mouth with my hands and Allen sounded like he was about to throw up.

“Can I see him?” I asked, speaking for the first time since we were taken out of the room.

“Normally, I’d wait until your adult relative came but, you can go in.”

I stepped forward towards the door as the nurses and doctors started exiting, bowing their heads in respect. I looked back at Allen, “He was your dad too.”

He looked surprised but stepped forward, wiping away the tears from his face. I stepped in first but stopped at the door when I saw his lifeless figure lying on the bed. Allen was breathing heavily behind me. I could actually feel for him. He’s never had a real dad and when he meets his actual father…he dies. My pain was great, but at least I could say I had a dad for fourteen years, who I have built memories with, unlike him. I’d never want to be in his tight fitted shoes.

I finally moved forward and crept over to him. He looked like he was sleeping. A small smile was etched onto his stone face and he just looked…peaceful. I placed his hand in mine. It was still warm, still had a little bit of life in them and with a wave of depression Isighed.

“Dad…”

Nothing else would come out. I looked back at Allen. He was visibly shaking. I went over to him and engulfed him into a hug. He latched onto me tightly and began to ball. He wept on my shoulder.

The door flew open and Ev’s figure stood there with her eyes on Dad. “No, no, no, no Evan, no.!” she was hysteric and frantic. I grabbed her by the arm and hugged her with my other hand tightly secured around her waist.

I didn’t even notice that mom slid in. She sat by Dad and held his hand. Not a word. She was silent and her face was a blank slate. She rested her head on his stomach and lied there.

The Next day…

 

None of us could stay in the house. We all headed to different locations to deal with our problems. Mom went to visit her sister and Evelyn went to Kimmy’s house where I’m sure Chris and Bobby were. I insisted on them comforting her seeing that I was holding up a lot better than the others. I instead went to the park and sat on the bench, watching the people go by.

Everyone looked happy and free, even the birds sang a melodious tune today. Everything was bright and sunny. Only I held a big gray cloud over my head as the rain poured into my heart, drowning the happiness.

“You look awfully sad.”

I gasped at the sudden presence of the boy but relaxed slightly when he smiled when I looked at him. ‘you stalk me a lot.” I whispered with a slight chuckle.

K smirked. “Babe, if I were stalking you wouldn’t know it.” he countered with a smirk and turned his head forward. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

I sighed and as the air was forced out of my lungs shakily, he growled.

“Don’t tell me that guy broke your heart. Where is he? I’d love to break his face if it makes you feel any better.”

That made me smile, “no, no guy broke my heart…at least not in the passing weeks.” My face sunk into a frown upon the revelation that I had to tell him the truth. “My father…passed away.” I said quietly and rushed.

“I Know.”

My head spun to look at him. He was still looking straight ahead, slouching on the park bench with the ridiculous blue tam on his head. ‘If you knew-”

“…Then why did I ask?” he said, finishing my sentence. He turned to look at me with his perplexing blue eyes, “So you would admit it to yourself.”

I cocked my head to the side, “What do you-”

“You mean?” he finished again. “Well, I saw you ate hospital, I knew about your father. In fact, we talked a lot the day he woke up.”

I remained silent. How should I have reacted to it? It came as such shock that he knew dad. I waited for him to speak again.

“I knew that you were yelling at your dad that day at the hospital. I just didn’t interfere because I knew it wasn’t my place to. So, when I got the chance I spoke with him. He’s a good man, and by the way he speaks of you, you are too.”

That all too familiar hotness climbed my cheek again, forcing me pretend I was interested in the joggers nearby. “Thanks.” I finally said after a short pause.

“You’re still distant.”

“You seem to know a lot about me.” I said, keeping my head turned in the opposite direction.

I hear as he chuckled. It was so soft and sweet; almost mesmerizing to listen to. “I’m just guessing really. It’s just that you seem so sad.” He nudged me. “Look at me.”

I was reluctant to but slowly turned to face him with sad eyes. He smiled brightly and with so much life gleaming out of them that it forcibly made me follow suit. “Cheer up, I don’t think your dad would want you here sulking yourself to death.”

“I’m not sulking, I’m watching birds.” I protested, folding my arms childishly over my chest.

“Which is equaling as disturbing.” He countered. Playful thing he is isn’t he? I found myself staring at him, into his eyes. They resembled Danny’s so much it was crazy.

I frowned. “I remind you of someone?”

Damn it! How does he do that? “I’m I really that readable?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “No, I’m just a good reader. Now, who do remind you of?”

I remained silent.

“Is it the guy we talked about when we were at the beach?” he asked just as the sun was climbing up the sky like a ladder to shine over the park.

I nodded slowly. “It’s just that, my dad died and I almost didn’t get to finish things with him, you know? I don’t want the same thing to happen with Daniel.”

“It seems really important to you.” I stated, and started to take off his leather jacket.

“He is. I was in love with him.”

He snorted and adjusted himself to his satisfaction on the bench. “No you weren’t.”

That hit me right in the gut. I gave him a face and with inept confusion and narrowed eyes, “I was, how can you tell me I wasn’t?” I accused. It came out much meaner that it was supposed to but it really got me angry.

“If two past lovers can remain friends, its either they are still in love, or never were.”

With my lips slightly parted, and eyes shining with authentic astonishment I asked, “Who the hell are you?”

He smirked and with a boyish smile he answered, “I’m just a rebel whose learned a lot of the nineteen years I’ve been alive, including things about love. Though I hate the thing.”

I cocked my head, “Why? It’s a beautiful thing, your heart melts, your eyes shine, you can’t help but smile when they call your name, they finish all of your-”

“Sentences?” he finished for me, again.

“No, meals when you’re full.” I corrected him with a smirk. He laughed heartily and stood.

“Well, I have to go, but if I were you I’d go talk to Danny. You’ll never know it’s your time to go and cheer up.” he said, kicking me playfully.

“How can I be happy with all the stress around me?” I questioned, also standing up.

He came closer and took one hand, “Evan, being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect, it means you’re wise enough to look passed the imperfections.”

Before I could respond he handed me his leather black jacket, “Keep it, I predict it’s going to be cold night.” He turned and slowly walked away with his hands in his pockets.

“K,” I called after him. He stopped and glanced back, “Thank You.” I said loudly enough for him to hear it. His face went blank for a second, as f he was wondering why I thanked him. After he realizes, he winks in returns and turns back to continue walking.

I stood there for a while and just thought, was there any truth to what he was saying? Was I ever in love with Danny? Will I actually be happy?

But one thing was for sure, he made me feel a lot better inside.

Later

 

“Mom, I know it’s a bad time…” I whispered, entering the bedroom where she was. The room, with green lit walls – Dad’s favorite color was covered in clothes, sprawled from one side of the room to the very next.

“It’s okay Evan, you can come in.”

I slowly crept up next to her on the bed and lied down beside her. “Mom, I want to visit Danny tonight.”

There was a short pause. “Why?”

‘I just want to settle things with him once and for all.”

“How are you getting there, isn’t that five hour drive?” she asked and sat up.

“Chris is taking me and I know. I’ll be back before midnight.”

The room grew quiet again but with a nod of her head, she gave me permission. I got up and modestly smiled in gratitude before leaving the room.

When I got back to my room where Chris and the others sat, I sighed loudly. “Ready?” Bobby asked.

I gave him a confused look as he stood, “You’re coming too?”

He gave a stiff and convincing. Kimmy stood beside him and smiled, “We’re in this together.”

“Wow, we could star n our own teen drama on The CW.”

Chris chuckled, “we’d be cancelled by the first season.”

Bobby snorted, “Not unless Chris promises to not sleep with the writer’s girlfriend.”

He groaned in response, “Dude, I slept with her once, let it go.”

“Okay Jacob and Edward, let’s get going, I’m on a damn curfew.” They followed me as I headed out of the house and we all piled into Chris’ four door silver Toyota.

“Wait.” I said urgently before we reversed out of the driveway, “do any for you have to pee?” I asked form the front seat next to Chris.

“Nope.” They all sung. Giving them a sharp look I turned to Kim.

“You’re not lying right, Kim?”

She scoffed and threw up her arms, “I promise, I do not have to pee!”

1 hour and a half later

 

“I told that bitch to pee before we left!” I shouted along the highway, next to some bar on the way to Danny’s house.

Bobby and Chris came on either side of me and both laughed in amusement. I mocked their laughter with disgust and kicked the sand that we were standing on.”

“Evan, is that you?” I turned around and gasped.

“Mrs. Crawford? What the hell are you doing all the way out here, and what in God’s name are you wearing?” I asked, astonished at her cowboy like close.

She shrugged her shoulders “Well Rainbow, I like to come out here on my days off and talk to the less fortunate, you know, the truck drivers. I study their bizarre movements and taste in alcohol, it’s a wonder they all have Kidneys left.”

“That’s strange.” Bobby whispered.

“You think that’s strange? How does three boys in the middle of the outside of town look?”

“Okay guys, we can go now.” Kim cheered, running from inside to the car. The boys quickly followed her but I stayed behind. “I guess I’ll see you at school.”

“Okay Ricky martin, I’ll bring you back a cowboy hat.” She grunted and returned to the small bar.

I got back in the car and we rode until we arrived to the next city and to Danny’s house. We arrived shortly after six when the sky was like caramel and looked as equally tantalizing. Danny’s two-story, creams colored home was striking. The garden, a testament to the hard working woman Mrs. Asiago was, shined beyond compare to the other yards.  Its full spectrum of plants successfully made the garden look like a suburban palace.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” I told the gang and exited the car and to the front door. Slowly but surely I walked to the front door. I stopped in front of it and stared at its dull and pale paint. Much to the contrast of the rest of the garden, it was colorless and without life.

I rang the doorbell and nervously awaited a response. It then hit me. What would I say? What could I say? Was there anything to say?

The thoughts flee to the back of my mind as the door opened to reveal a blonde headed boy. He was about my height and had the same blue eyes as mines. The resemblance was quite uncanny and disturbing to tell you the truth.  My feelings of uneasiness seemed to have been mutual because he looked me over in confusion as well.

“Um, Hi,” I began, laughing nervously, “Is Daniel Asiago here? Do I have the wrong house?” I asked, checking the number, engraved into a gold steel plate next to the door.

He blinked and smiled a bit, “No, he lives here, come in.” he said and stepped aside to let me in.

I followed him into the cream colored living room and stood near the large, teal sofa in the center of the room, opposite the flat screen television.

“I didn’t catch a name.” he spoke, pouring orange juice into a glass from the coffee table that was stationed in front of the sofa.

“Evan.”

He smiled while looking down at the juice before coming over to me. He handed me the drink, “Well Evan, Danny’s should be back in a bit. He went to the drug store to pick up some things.”

“I see,” I drank some of the juice after thanking him and moved over to the table where I sat it down on a coaster. “No offence, but who are you?”

He smiled and stuck out his hand, “None taken, I’m Marco, Danny’s boyfriend.”

I stared at his hand, unconscious to the fact he was speaking again. “…Are you okay?”

I snapped back to reality. “D-Danny’s boyfriend?” I asked. I was pretty sure I heard him right but I had to ask again. He nodded in response with a shaky smile.

It felt so surreal that Danny had a boyfriend after me. Maybe it was ego or the fact that it meant he finally moved on and was finding his happily ever after before me that was made me feel so horrible inside.

I smiled back with synthetic happiness to make him feel better but my heart was beating at horses pace in my chest and just as loud it’s galloping.

“You must be an old friend?” he asked moving over to the couch and patting the spot next to him with a big smile. I, with perturbed hesitation accepted the invitation and sat next to him on the couch.

How to answer this question? “Yeah, very old friend. I’m in town for a couple of days.” I murmured.

“That’s great; Daniel has been talking about his old school for the past couple of days now.” He smiled and the radiant trapped in his eyes were enough indication that he had already fallen for Danny.

I smiled in return, this time with genuine happiness for him. “You must really like him.”

He turned redder than a cherry but nodded  meekly and telling; his answer, “He’s just really sweet.”

“I Know.” There was a brief silence before I stood to my feet.  “Well, I should get going.”

He stood as well with a disappointed look but smiled nonetheless. “I’m sorry; I guess he’s running a bit late.”

I shrugged. “It’s alright, tell him I was here.”

“Tell me yourself.”

We both pivoted to the direction of Danny’s deep voice and stared. He rested the groceries onto the floor and walked over near us. He kissed Marco’s lips and turned to face me. When his eyes connected with mines, I lowered my head to break its enthralling gaze.

“Babe, this is Evan, he’s an old friend of yours.”

His eyebrow jumped when he said ‘friend’ and chuckled a bit. “He’s not that much of an old friend; could you give us a minute?” he asked in a hush tone.

Marco nodded and headed into the next room. Once he was gone, Danny walked over to me. “…Hey.” Was all he said before hugging me tightly.

“hey.” I said in return as well.

He smirked and touched my cheek lightly, “To whom do I owe this pleasure.” he joked.

With a little smile I answered. “My Dad.”

His smile dropped instantly. “I’m sorry about Mark. I wish I was there to be with you.”

“It’s okay.” I lied. It was no reason to drag him down with me with my emotions. He has finally moved on passed me.

“I see you have a new little boy toy.” I joked and poked him in his stomach.

He laughed like he always does and sighed, “Yeah, He’s great and resembles someone I know greatly.”

He smiled, causing my heart to flutter inside my chest. “I’m happy for you but I came over to uh, apologize.”

His face twisted into shock. “Woah, you’re apologizing to me? Usually it’s the other way around.”

I shrugged, “I know, but let me finish. I’m sorry for putting through a lot after we broke up. I had no right to demean you. Yes, you did break my heart but you never once played me. Your emotions were real and I loved and still do love you for it, even after the whole fight with Alex. Thank you for a year of complete bliss and love; it made me a better person.”

I engulfed him in a big hug. His body stiffened but relaxed moments later. He wrapped his strong arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head. We rocked back and forth for a while to our imaginary music. My heart settled so quickly and it brought back so wonderful old dear to my heart memories of us in the last year of middle school. They almost convinced me to kiss and to take him back now, but the memories of betrayal and heartbreak snuck and killed the good ones and in the process reminded me of why I was doing this.

“Danny?”

He murmured a response but kept on swaying us, “Promise me that you won’t hurt that kid like you did me.”  He stopped instantly and retracted our bodies. “That boy in there loves you.”

“How do you know that?”

I smiled and looked into the room where he was, “His eyes shined like mines did, his cheek lit up at the mention of your name and nodded when I asked him if he really liked you. So, promise me this, you will not force him to have sex, you will not cheat on him and you will not pick fights with his dad.”

“Done, done and I’ll try.”

“Danny.”

“I’m kidding.” he chuckled and hugged me one last time.

“Okay, Take care of yourself.” I cooed and placed a small kiss on his cheek. I turned to leave but before I could exit the room he called my name.

“I love You Evan.”

I smiled and looked him straight in his blue eyes, “…and I love You.”

His face shined with happiness and contentment before he returned to his stoic stature, “Pick Jacob.”

I stepped closer. “What?”

“Pick Jacob, that Alex guy is a major douche.”

“I’ll see…”I whispered, baffled at his sudden support of Jacob who he never really came into direct contact with.

I made my way out of the house and back to the car where they my trio of friends sat anticipating my return sat. “Well…” Kim’s eager voice asked, being the first to speak.

“We’re over. For Good this time.”

No one else asked any questions afterwards and before I knew it we were back at my place. “You want us to come in? “ Chris asked, and through the rearview mirror I saw Kim and Bobby both wearing worried expressions.

I shook head. “No, I’m okay.” They all looked like they wanted to say something but didn’t. I stepped out the car after thanking them and slowly entered my home. It was darker than outside in here, reflecting the depressing mood we were all in following Dad’s passing and now the end of me and Danny’s relationship for good. I didn’t even bother to lock the front door.

A/n (Play song here for maximum effect)

 

I climbed up my stairs and stopped when I entered my room. I looked around and walked near to my dresser. I was reaching for the television remote on top of the it but a picture fell from it.

I bent down and picked it up, analyzing its illustration.  It was of Me and Danny, at the hill top where we would always go when we wanted to be alone. The look of it was near heartbreaking.

I clenched my stomach and nearly choked. I dropped the picture and crawled over to my bed.

I began hiccupping in pain, tears were soon behind and my crying elevated in sound. “Why Me? Why my life?” I choked out.

Asking God above why me? Was it wrong for wanting a perfect ending? My Life was falling apart in my hands. I hiccupped again and again, letting the tears stroll down my face. I was pretty sure mom and Ev heard me but were too busy crying themselves.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder but I didn’t look back.

“It’s okay Evan.” It was Chris’ voice. He lied behind me, still holding my hand and rested his head on my arm. Kimmy made her way around to the direction of my face with Bobby behind her and crawled into my bed in front of me.

By now my crying was fully audible and heart wrenching even to my ears. Bobby grabbed my hand and lied down in front of me with Kimmy in front of him. Chris continously stroked my face, and in a few minutes my crying had calmed and one by one we all fell asleep.

 

 

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