Sorry...I know its annoying when writers randomly stop uandishi their stories, and don't update in forever. But I have good reasons, I swear!
Hope wewe like (:
Oh boy, I'm nervous about this...
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“I can't wait until we're finally out of this boring place.” Hayley groaned as we were walking the third period – English 4 – which was our only class together the whole day.
I gave her a rueful smile. “Hey just 4 months and then we are out of here.” I offered hoping to cheer her mood a little.
“I guess.” She murmured speeding up a little. “Come on slow poke we've already missed the bell.”
“Shit.” I cursed, grabbing her hand and pulling her along faster as she just giggled.
~*~
“You know what?” I asked Hayley as we sat side kwa side in the yard near our football field, our lunches consisting of Pizza, chokoleti Milk, apple sauce, and some weird green looking things which were supposed to be veggies, I think.
“What?” She asked smiling that what-are-you-up-to-now smile I loved so much.
“I don't know.” I said, “Just wanted to see wewe smile. Is something wrong today? You've seemed kind of weird.”
“Weird?” She asked tilting her head to the side a little, as if she were confused.
“Look, just wewe know that if somethings bothering you, wewe can tell me right? I want to know. I need to know, Hayley, because if I don't know what it is then I can't make it go away.”
She leaned over a place a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I know, babe.”
Hayley cleared her throat nervously. “Look, sorry for uigizaji a little off today. It's just that something happened, something bad. I just don't know how to tell you.”
“Hayley.” I sighed impatiently. “Whatever it is, it can't be that bad.”
“I just , I lo – ” She was cut off kwa a teacher screaming something at us about getting where we needed to be, that lunch period ended.
Hayley rolled her eyes. “Josh, I'll tell wewe later. It's nothing bad either so please don't worry. I'll talk to wewe later.”
*~*
It's been a week since the seeing Hayley thing. After that I couldn't stand the thought of liking Jenna anymore. Not one single bit. It may of sounded ridiculous, but seeing Hayley rushed back all those feelings. She would always have my love, always.
Pathetic? Very. Did I mind? A little. My mind knew that holding on to Hayley was bad, and now I was even starting to Hallucinate, too. But my heart, well my moyo told me that someday, somehow I'd get another chance to be with Hayley. We'd grow old together, get married, have kids – Two Boys and a girl is what Hayley always wanted – and live out au dreams.
She would have been a great singer. That's what she was really passionate about – singing.
There were these two guys from school who even wanted her to jiunge in their band once, but Hayley declined. She alisema that she didn't have much of a voice, she only sang for fun. She never really did have much faith in herself.
I loved playing my guitar, and watching Hayley softly sing along, making up the words as we'd go along.
“That's amazing, Hayles.” I grinned widely, as she reopened her eyes and quickly went to uandishi the lyrics she just made up before they were forgotten.
She looked over at me with a smile. “You think so? I'm not so sure. Maybe the chorus needs some work.” Her eyebrows burrow as she concentrates hard at the sheet. It's too adorable.
I reach over and grab her hand. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “It's perfect. Just perfect, as always. Honestly Hayley.”
“Thank you.” She whispered softly, and sat down on my lap, resting her head on my neck.
Hayley and I stayed like that for a while. Until she finally had to go, much to my dislike.
I would've been happy if the two of us could stay like that forever in our own perfect little world.
But nothing stays perfect forever. Things change, people change.
“Josh come on... it's time.” Time. I knew what that meant.
I didn't really want to go to my dead girlfriends funeral. It would only make the wounds harder to heal.
But I needed to go and tell how Hayleys parents how sorry I was. Mrs Williams was probably a wreck, and Mr Williams was strong but I knew he'd be hurting badly too. They loved their daughter so much.
Just as I did. Just as anyone did.
My mom had told me that it would be a closed casket funeral. Thank god. I wouldn't be able to handle seeing her angelic face. Eyes closed, and knowing I would never be able to look into her deep green eyes again. It would be too much. So, with that, I finally agreed to go.
I rose from my bed, and followed my mom downstairs, outside, and pulled myself into the backseat.
Zac, my little brother, took the kiti, kiti cha right inayofuata to me and our 8 mwaka old sister Hannah took the front seat. If it were any other time we would fight over who got to ride shotgun, we always did, but not now. We rode to the funeral in dead silence. No one mumbled a word, no one turned on the radio. We just stared out the windows at the light rain that covered the air.
We finally parked across the mitaani, mtaa from the funeral nyumbani and I closed my eyes to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Zac gave me a small pat on the back, and opened his door.
Hannah started balling as soon as we walked through the doors, and she saw Hayleys picha on the small wooden meza, jedwali in the entryway. Mom picked her up soothing her, rocking her back and forth.
Zac and I signed all of our names on the paper. I saw Mrs Williams sitting in one of the chairs nearest to Hayleys casket. Her face was tense, her eyes a slight pinkish color probably from all the crying she'd done. She looked broken, truly broken. I most likely resembled her as well. I was broken beyond repair.
I didn't spot Mr Williams, so I assumed her was somewhere else talking to relatives au Marafiki of the family.
“Josh, wewe made it.” Mrs Williams said, she stood up and gave me a small hug.
“Yeah, I, uh, wanted to onyesha my support. Losing Hayley was hard on us all.”
Mrs Williams gave a small nod and a “Thanks.” before a guy came over and they began talking.
I went to go find my mom.
The rest of the funeral was okay. There were lots of tears and hugs and sorrys going around the place.
I couldn't help but notice something odd. Mrs Williams never cried once, she didn't look upset either.
Maybe I was nuts, but something seemed fishy about the whole funeral.
That siku after I thought I saw Hayley, it freaked Jenna out quite a bit. She nearly ran from the house after saying she sad to be nyumbani for chajio, chakula cha jioni au something like that. I didn't blame her, now she knew what everyone else in Franklin did, Josh Farro was an insane freak.
I hadn't known Jenna for so long, but she was my one shot to finally songesha on from Hayley. To break free from the dark spell of sadness. Unfortunately, she was gone now. She wouldn't want to get involved with a guy like me...Who would after all? Insanity isn't exactly attractive.
It was Friday night, a week later, and I was sitting in my room, playing my guitar, when the phone rang.
I sighed, and sat the guitar, gitaa gently on the window seat, and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Josh. It's, um, Jenna. Jenna Middleton.” The quiet voice on the other line said.
It shocked me. Why would she call?
“I was just wondering what wewe were doing tonight?” Jenna went on.
“Nothing much. I don't go out a lot.” I mumbled sadly.
“Oh, well I was going to go down to that new pizza place with a couple Marafiki and I thought maybe wewe would want to come?” She asked hopingly.
“Jenna why are wewe calling me?”
“Because wewe need to get out, have fun, live a little. And your my friend, I wanna help you, okay?I know about everything that happened with Hayley. It was tragic, but it's time to songesha on, Josh. So please, please come with us.” She begged.
“
Okay.” I sighed, though the idea didn't seem that bad.
“Great! 7:30 we'll come pick wewe up, kay?” I could hear her smile though the phone. It made me smile as well.
“That sounds great, Jenna. Thanks for inviting me.”
“No problem, Josh. See ya later, bye.”
“Bye.”
I hung up, smiling to myself. It was 7 o'clock now. So just enough time to get ready.
I took a shower, dressed, and made sure I looked spotless in the mirror.
It had been so long since I actually gave a shit what I looked like, but tonight
was going to be a new beginning to me. I had hope. A horn honked outside my house a little while later, signaling it was Jenna to pick me up.
We walked into the pizza place. It was Jenna, Jeremy, Sarah, and I. Jeremy seemed like a really cool guy. We talked in the car on the way here. I found out that Sarah was his girlfriend. How cute.
We all sat in the both. Jenna and I on one side. Jeremy and Sarah across from us.
The whole night was lots of fun. I even surprised myself at how much I was smiling and laughing.
Being like this, it didn't feel wrong now, it was natural. For the first time in over a year, being happy didn't feel wrong.
I excused myself to the restroom, and as I was coming out, not paying much attention, I bumped into someone. It was a small petite girl. I quickly stood up, and offered a hand. She took it gratefully.
“I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was walking.” I apologized.
“Obviously.” The girl giggled. Adorable giggle. Familiar giggle. Hayleys giggle.
This couldn't be Hayley though. This girl had black hair, not red. This girl dressed nothing like what Hayley would. But she sounded just like Hayley.
The girl finally looked up and met my eyes. My moyo stopped beating. Hayley was here and this time I was sure it wasn't just another Hallucination.
*~*
If you're still confused, sorry, but it'll make sense soon, promise.
Hope wewe like (:
Oh boy, I'm nervous about this...
*~*
“I can't wait until we're finally out of this boring place.” Hayley groaned as we were walking the third period – English 4 – which was our only class together the whole day.
I gave her a rueful smile. “Hey just 4 months and then we are out of here.” I offered hoping to cheer her mood a little.
“I guess.” She murmured speeding up a little. “Come on slow poke we've already missed the bell.”
“Shit.” I cursed, grabbing her hand and pulling her along faster as she just giggled.
~*~
“You know what?” I asked Hayley as we sat side kwa side in the yard near our football field, our lunches consisting of Pizza, chokoleti Milk, apple sauce, and some weird green looking things which were supposed to be veggies, I think.
“What?” She asked smiling that what-are-you-up-to-now smile I loved so much.
“I don't know.” I said, “Just wanted to see wewe smile. Is something wrong today? You've seemed kind of weird.”
“Weird?” She asked tilting her head to the side a little, as if she were confused.
“Look, just wewe know that if somethings bothering you, wewe can tell me right? I want to know. I need to know, Hayley, because if I don't know what it is then I can't make it go away.”
She leaned over a place a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I know, babe.”
Hayley cleared her throat nervously. “Look, sorry for uigizaji a little off today. It's just that something happened, something bad. I just don't know how to tell you.”
“Hayley.” I sighed impatiently. “Whatever it is, it can't be that bad.”
“I just , I lo – ” She was cut off kwa a teacher screaming something at us about getting where we needed to be, that lunch period ended.
Hayley rolled her eyes. “Josh, I'll tell wewe later. It's nothing bad either so please don't worry. I'll talk to wewe later.”
*~*
It's been a week since the seeing Hayley thing. After that I couldn't stand the thought of liking Jenna anymore. Not one single bit. It may of sounded ridiculous, but seeing Hayley rushed back all those feelings. She would always have my love, always.
Pathetic? Very. Did I mind? A little. My mind knew that holding on to Hayley was bad, and now I was even starting to Hallucinate, too. But my heart, well my moyo told me that someday, somehow I'd get another chance to be with Hayley. We'd grow old together, get married, have kids – Two Boys and a girl is what Hayley always wanted – and live out au dreams.
She would have been a great singer. That's what she was really passionate about – singing.
There were these two guys from school who even wanted her to jiunge in their band once, but Hayley declined. She alisema that she didn't have much of a voice, she only sang for fun. She never really did have much faith in herself.
I loved playing my guitar, and watching Hayley softly sing along, making up the words as we'd go along.
“That's amazing, Hayles.” I grinned widely, as she reopened her eyes and quickly went to uandishi the lyrics she just made up before they were forgotten.
She looked over at me with a smile. “You think so? I'm not so sure. Maybe the chorus needs some work.” Her eyebrows burrow as she concentrates hard at the sheet. It's too adorable.
I reach over and grab her hand. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “It's perfect. Just perfect, as always. Honestly Hayley.”
“Thank you.” She whispered softly, and sat down on my lap, resting her head on my neck.
Hayley and I stayed like that for a while. Until she finally had to go, much to my dislike.
I would've been happy if the two of us could stay like that forever in our own perfect little world.
But nothing stays perfect forever. Things change, people change.
“Josh come on... it's time.” Time. I knew what that meant.
I didn't really want to go to my dead girlfriends funeral. It would only make the wounds harder to heal.
But I needed to go and tell how Hayleys parents how sorry I was. Mrs Williams was probably a wreck, and Mr Williams was strong but I knew he'd be hurting badly too. They loved their daughter so much.
Just as I did. Just as anyone did.
My mom had told me that it would be a closed casket funeral. Thank god. I wouldn't be able to handle seeing her angelic face. Eyes closed, and knowing I would never be able to look into her deep green eyes again. It would be too much. So, with that, I finally agreed to go.
I rose from my bed, and followed my mom downstairs, outside, and pulled myself into the backseat.
Zac, my little brother, took the kiti, kiti cha right inayofuata to me and our 8 mwaka old sister Hannah took the front seat. If it were any other time we would fight over who got to ride shotgun, we always did, but not now. We rode to the funeral in dead silence. No one mumbled a word, no one turned on the radio. We just stared out the windows at the light rain that covered the air.
We finally parked across the mitaani, mtaa from the funeral nyumbani and I closed my eyes to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Zac gave me a small pat on the back, and opened his door.
Hannah started balling as soon as we walked through the doors, and she saw Hayleys picha on the small wooden meza, jedwali in the entryway. Mom picked her up soothing her, rocking her back and forth.
Zac and I signed all of our names on the paper. I saw Mrs Williams sitting in one of the chairs nearest to Hayleys casket. Her face was tense, her eyes a slight pinkish color probably from all the crying she'd done. She looked broken, truly broken. I most likely resembled her as well. I was broken beyond repair.
I didn't spot Mr Williams, so I assumed her was somewhere else talking to relatives au Marafiki of the family.
“Josh, wewe made it.” Mrs Williams said, she stood up and gave me a small hug.
“Yeah, I, uh, wanted to onyesha my support. Losing Hayley was hard on us all.”
Mrs Williams gave a small nod and a “Thanks.” before a guy came over and they began talking.
I went to go find my mom.
The rest of the funeral was okay. There were lots of tears and hugs and sorrys going around the place.
I couldn't help but notice something odd. Mrs Williams never cried once, she didn't look upset either.
Maybe I was nuts, but something seemed fishy about the whole funeral.
That siku after I thought I saw Hayley, it freaked Jenna out quite a bit. She nearly ran from the house after saying she sad to be nyumbani for chajio, chakula cha jioni au something like that. I didn't blame her, now she knew what everyone else in Franklin did, Josh Farro was an insane freak.
I hadn't known Jenna for so long, but she was my one shot to finally songesha on from Hayley. To break free from the dark spell of sadness. Unfortunately, she was gone now. She wouldn't want to get involved with a guy like me...Who would after all? Insanity isn't exactly attractive.
It was Friday night, a week later, and I was sitting in my room, playing my guitar, when the phone rang.
I sighed, and sat the guitar, gitaa gently on the window seat, and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Josh. It's, um, Jenna. Jenna Middleton.” The quiet voice on the other line said.
It shocked me. Why would she call?
“I was just wondering what wewe were doing tonight?” Jenna went on.
“Nothing much. I don't go out a lot.” I mumbled sadly.
“Oh, well I was going to go down to that new pizza place with a couple Marafiki and I thought maybe wewe would want to come?” She asked hopingly.
“Jenna why are wewe calling me?”
“Because wewe need to get out, have fun, live a little. And your my friend, I wanna help you, okay?I know about everything that happened with Hayley. It was tragic, but it's time to songesha on, Josh. So please, please come with us.” She begged.
“
Okay.” I sighed, though the idea didn't seem that bad.
“Great! 7:30 we'll come pick wewe up, kay?” I could hear her smile though the phone. It made me smile as well.
“That sounds great, Jenna. Thanks for inviting me.”
“No problem, Josh. See ya later, bye.”
“Bye.”
I hung up, smiling to myself. It was 7 o'clock now. So just enough time to get ready.
I took a shower, dressed, and made sure I looked spotless in the mirror.
It had been so long since I actually gave a shit what I looked like, but tonight
was going to be a new beginning to me. I had hope. A horn honked outside my house a little while later, signaling it was Jenna to pick me up.
We walked into the pizza place. It was Jenna, Jeremy, Sarah, and I. Jeremy seemed like a really cool guy. We talked in the car on the way here. I found out that Sarah was his girlfriend. How cute.
We all sat in the both. Jenna and I on one side. Jeremy and Sarah across from us.
The whole night was lots of fun. I even surprised myself at how much I was smiling and laughing.
Being like this, it didn't feel wrong now, it was natural. For the first time in over a year, being happy didn't feel wrong.
I excused myself to the restroom, and as I was coming out, not paying much attention, I bumped into someone. It was a small petite girl. I quickly stood up, and offered a hand. She took it gratefully.
“I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was walking.” I apologized.
“Obviously.” The girl giggled. Adorable giggle. Familiar giggle. Hayleys giggle.
This couldn't be Hayley though. This girl had black hair, not red. This girl dressed nothing like what Hayley would. But she sounded just like Hayley.
The girl finally looked up and met my eyes. My moyo stopped beating. Hayley was here and this time I was sure it wasn't just another Hallucination.
*~*
If you're still confused, sorry, but it'll make sense soon, promise.