Walking down to the lake, I'm on my fifth to last call on my cell phone. I have a raging headache, but I'm speaking softly and sweetly into the phone. "Alright. I know, I'm sorry. I have to go. I'll talk to you later, Andrew. Love you, too." That stung the most. "Bye...." I ring off and wind up, throwing the phone far, far out into the lake.
I look up, grinning. "A little frustrating?" I can't help but laugh. You have no idea how many times I've wished that I could do that.
"Just a little." The Irish accent is a little more blatant than usual with my displeasure. I flop down in the sand beside you, not waiting for an invitation. "I just had to call about ten people, trying to find out who sent me this stupid fucking note basically threatening myself and my boyfriend." I give a heavy sigh. "I don't even have a fucking boyfriend."
I watch you, a little shocked. "Who the hell would do something like that?" I can't believe that anyone would do something like that. It's a terrible thought.
Many, many, many people. "None of the people I've called so far, at least. I don't know." A thought dawns on me. "I wonder if it's one of my mother's brats. They're old enough..."
I laugh a little. "The brats? That's funny. I don't have any siblings, so I wouldn't know."
"Their not my siblings. They're my mother's children." I don't say it to sound harsh. It's just the way my reality runs. Half of the time I don't even think of my mother as my mother.
"Oh..." I bite my lip, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Alright then. I guess you don't like them much, huh?"
I give a shrug. "I don't know. Haven't really had the chance to get to know them. I'm sure they're fine, unless my mother's had something to say about me. I don't really have an opinion on them, I suppose."
I nod, drawing in the sand. "So, have you met anyone interesting here yet?" Inevitably, I draw Clay's name, and a large heart around it. I have to resist the urge to laugh; I'm such a hopeless romantic.
I give a shrug. I find most people interesting in their own way, but that doesn't necessarily mean that others would. "There are people that interest me, yes. I have some friends." Surprisingly. God,when did I stop caring what other people thought of me?
"Well, have you met anyone...special?" I look over at you, grinning. "I mean, you know..."
I nod, knowing what you mean, but I dont' knowhow to answer. "Let's just say I've met someone... different. Someone I'm protective of."
"Cool then..." I smile, tossing another rock into the water. After a few moments of silence, I start to sing to myself, one of the songs that Clay sings to me.
I chuckle, watching you sing to yourself. "I'm guessing you've found 'someone special' yourself, hmm?"
"Yeah...we're engaged." I smile, looking over at you again. "He's so shy, you know. But once you get to know him, he's...perfect." I pick up a whole handful of rocks and stand up. "Do you know how to skip rocks?"
I shake my head. "Nope. Always ready to learn something new, though." I stand beside you, starting to wish that I hadn't tossed my cell phone into the water. I really need to make the rest of those calls. The sooner I know who the fucker is that's threatening me, the sooner I can deal with them.
"Okay then. I'll teach you." I smile, handing you a rock. "You need flat-ish rocks, and rounded ones are better. You have to try and make it hit the water at an angle." I demonstrate, my own rock skipping three times. "You try."
I watch you do it and know instantly that I could do it easily on the first try, but I've learned that people hate it when you do things better than them when they teach you something. They think that you've been lying to them and have known all along how to do it. I pick up a rock that isn't all that good and make an "attempt" at skipping it. It, of course, sinks pitifully into the water. I frown as if I'm disappointed in my self.
I laugh. "It's okay. You can't always get it on the first try!" I hand you a smooth, flat rock. "Try again."
I take the stone you hand me and throw it toward the water. It skips once and sinks, surprising me a little because I really wasn't even trying. "Cool."
I smile and nod. "Awesome." I throw another rock, silent for a minute, before talking again. "You know, if you ever need help with anything...you can ask me. And if you find out who the asshole is who's threatening you, I'll help you kick his ass."
I laugh and shake my head. "Thank you for the offer, but if I find this guy, I don't need any assistance, and it would probably make you an accomplice to something rather nasty. I wouldn't dare get you involved in it."
"But you're not getting me involved, I'd be getting myself involved. I'm going to help in any way I can." I smile a little. "Besides, think of it as...character building?"
I chuckle. For you maybe. I really don't need any more character building, unless it's in a positive manner, and then I just plain don't want it. "Honestly, thank you for the offer, but I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to help me fight my battles. If anything, I need someone to stop me from fighting battles that really don't require fighting."
I laugh a little. "Alright. But if you do need help, I'm here, okay?"