Chapter 13
I took a cooling shower and blow dried my hair straight. I threw on my CK
shirt
and my khaki's. I did my make up and then waited....
After 30 minutes of
waiting I figured he wasn't coming by and turned on my
lap top. I started typing
a letter to Sara when I heard a knock at my door.
"Honey, AJ's here,"
I heard my mom call from behind the door.
"Let him in," I told
her as I continued typing. I heard her go back
downstairs and then I heard AJ
come up the stairs. He knocked.
"It's open," I said. He came in.
"You can sit down," I told him. He grabbed the chair from my make up desk
and started to fiddle with his thumbs.
"So..." I said trying
to get any comment out of him.
"Well, uh...I'm really sorry about the
other night," he said as he looked
at the cover of my YM.
"Yeah,
I guess I am too," I said.
"Well, we shouldn't have done what we
did but...it happened and that's in
the past."
"True...but
it wasn't all that bad," I said cracking a bit of a smile.
"Yeah,
I guess not," AJ said smiling back.
"So what made you decide to
apologize?" I asked him curious to know the
answer.
"What made
me decide to apologize?" he asked with a confused look on his
face.
"Yeah, you."
"Uh, Brian said you wanted to talk to me."
"Excuse me? I heard it the other way around," I said. I could feel myself
getting angry. I thought he was coming over here to apologize to me. I
couldn't
believe he thought I owed him an apology.
"Well, looks like you were
wrong."
"Why am I always wrong? Did it ever occur to you that maybe
you did
something wrong?"
"See here you go again, thinking
everything is my fault."
"Did I say that? No." I yelled.
"Look, I don't owe you anything, especially not an apology."
"Fine,
then we have nothing more to talk about."
"Fine."
"Fine." We must have sounded like 3 year Olds but I didn't care. I opened
the door and motioned for him to get out.
"Since this is the last
time I'll ever be here, can I have all my stuff
back?" he asked. I didn't
say anything. I went over to my desk and started
throwing things his direction.
"Here's your Shai cd, your book, your watch, your glow in the dark boxers -
god knows why I had them here," I said as I whipped them at his face. "And
last but certainly not least," the dried rose I saved from our grade nine
graduation." I threw the rose at him and watched as the dried red petals
shattered into pieces all over my floor. He caught it by the stem.
"You
saved this?" he asked me.
"Yes, along with everything else you
ever gave me," I said without turning
to look at him. I headed to my closet
and pulled out a box. It was full of
what I called AJ memorabilia. I put in on
my bed and started pulling things
out of it.
"Here's the teddy bear
you won for me at the Exhibition last year, three
notes you sent me when I was
sick in grade 10, the broken sunglasses you
gave to me because you thought they
were funny looking on me, the t-shirt
you gave me for my birthday, the socks
that play "Jingle Bells" when you run
in them," I said trying
not to smile, "The copy of your first single that
you guys ever recorded,
your necklace that you were going to throw away but
that I saved," I said
pausing to catch my breath.
"You actually kept this stuff?"
"Yes, because at one point, it meant something to me," I said as I placed
the box in his arms. I could feel my eyes starting to fill with tears.
"And this," I said as I pulled the silver thumb ring off my finger and
dropped it in the box. "Meant the most to me." I said with tears streaming
down my cheeks. I looked at AJ and I could have swore I saw his eyes glazed
over.
"I'm sorry," he said and he reached for my hand but I turned away.
"Just go," I said through sobs. I could hear him about to say something
but
he just sighed as if he was hurt and walked out of my room, carrying my
heart
away with him.
