Of Two Minds
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Me and Tommy went everywhere that day, but in perspective, I wouldn't have cared if we stayed home and just talked because I had missed him that much.
We ended up at Steak & Shake, a place with as much sentimental value as you could put into a place. We used to come here every Sunday after church and every Wednesday before. We had carved out initials into the booth in the corner and every waitress knew us by name. It was like he never left.
We had been laughing and talking about old times when I suddenly remembered a question I had for Tommy. As soon as our laughed died down, I asked him.
"Tommy, why did you need to unpack? You're not like, flunking out, are you?" I asked, a little concerned. I found it unrealistic, since Tommy had the IQ of Thomas Edison (which was probably where he got his name) and could calculate the Tangent of just about any function in his head.
He laughed, reliving some of the pent up stress I was feeling. "No, I'm not flunking out. Don't you remember how I did your entire 7th grade science fair project in one hour because we let it fly out of the car window on the way to school? How could I possibly flunk out?" He asked, jokingly I guessed.
I laughed, remembering. "Yeah, but it only flew out because you had the windows open after I told you to close them!" We both laughed for a few more seconds but then I got serious again. "But really, what are you doing here?"
"Don't you want me to be here?"
I didn't even acknowledge what he said, because he knew right ell that I did want him here. "Seriously, Tommy." I pleaded.
He sighed. "I transferred." He said, almost too low for me to hear.
"Transferred? Why? You couldn't wait to get to Seattle," I asked, incredulously. It was true: even when he was just a Freshman, Tommy knew he would be going to college in Seattle.
"I know, and it's great in Seattle, I just..." he didn't finish and I think he thought the sentence would finish itself, but it didn't. I still didn't get it.
"You what?" I slammed my fist on the table, not entirely sure where my anger was coming from. "What? Tommy, you can't just give up on your dream. You worked so hard to get there. You would talk for hours about how you were going to leave Morgan Hill and go all the way to Seattle. What changed that?" I asked, breathing hard. I knew my pulse probably shouldn't be racing this much, but I couldn't help it.
"You." He said, plain and simple.
"I came back because of you, Hannah. You know you're like a sister to me and when I heard about you being pregnant I knew I couldn't just stay in Seattle and hear about the baby from there. I need to be here with you," he told me, the sincerity in his voice ringing clear.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice choked.
He scoffed and it succeed in lighting the mood a tiny bit. "Would you have let me come?" He looked at me skeptically and I looked down, knowing he was right. "Look, you might not know it yet, but you're going to need me. And I want to be here. I mean, come on, I'm going to be an uncle!" He smiled widely, looking proud.
"But Seattle was your dream..." I whispered, not feeling as sure of his master plan as he obviously was.
"So, I'm making new dreams. Now I get to go to Stanford and run with the big dogs. I'm going West Coast Ivy League!" He smiled. I saw no hesitation, no regret in his face, and it made me sad that because of my mistakes, Tommy was giving up his whole life, but I was selfish enough to give in, because I knew I really did need him. Now more than ever.
I nodded and smiled as our food came, savoring in the moment of having Tommy back home for good."
Format Credit: Eknovels
Let me know what you think :)
---Caitlyn
I can tell that no body likes to read my stuff anymore because I don't get favorites of feedback like I used to. Maybe I should stop writing, since it seems to me that only a few people actually like it.
Feedback please :)
Me and Tommy went everywhere that day, but in perspective, I wouldn't have cared if we stayed home and just talked because I had missed him that much.
We ended up at Steak & Shake, a place with as much sentimental value as you could put into a place. We used to come here every Sunday after church and every Wednesday before. We had carved out initials into the booth in the corner and every waitress knew us by name. It was like he never left.
We had been laughing and talking about old times when I suddenly remembered a question I had for Tommy. As soon as our laughed died down, I asked him.
"Tommy, why did you need to unpack? You're not like, flunking out, are you?" I asked, a little concerned. I found it unrealistic, since Tommy had the IQ of Thomas Edison (which was probably where he got his name) and could calculate the Tangent of just about any function in his head.
He laughed, reliving some of the pent up stress I was feeling. "No, I'm not flunking out. Don't you remember how I did your entire 7th grade science fair project in one hour because we let it fly out of the car window on the way to school? How could I possibly flunk out?" He asked, jokingly I guessed.
I laughed, remembering. "Yeah, but it only flew out because you had the windows open after I told you to close them!" We both laughed for a few more seconds but then I got serious again. "But really, what are you doing here?"
"Don't you want me to be here?"
I didn't even acknowledge what he said, because he knew right ell that I did want him here. "Seriously, Tommy." I pleaded.
He sighed. "I transferred." He said, almost too low for me to hear.
"Transferred? Why? You couldn't wait to get to Seattle," I asked, incredulously. It was true: even when he was just a Freshman, Tommy knew he would be going to college in Seattle.
"I know, and it's great in Seattle, I just..." he didn't finish and I think he thought the sentence would finish itself, but it didn't. I still didn't get it.
"You what?" I slammed my fist on the table, not entirely sure where my anger was coming from. "What? Tommy, you can't just give up on your dream. You worked so hard to get there. You would talk for hours about how you were going to leave Morgan Hill and go all the way to Seattle. What changed that?" I asked, breathing hard. I knew my pulse probably shouldn't be racing this much, but I couldn't help it.
"You." He said, plain and simple.
"I came back because of you, Hannah. You know you're like a sister to me and when I heard about you being pregnant I knew I couldn't just stay in Seattle and hear about the baby from there. I need to be here with you," he told me, the sincerity in his voice ringing clear.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice choked.
He scoffed and it succeed in lighting the mood a tiny bit. "Would you have let me come?" He looked at me skeptically and I looked down, knowing he was right. "Look, you might not know it yet, but you're going to need me. And I want to be here. I mean, come on, I'm going to be an uncle!" He smiled widely, looking proud.
"But Seattle was your dream..." I whispered, not feeling as sure of his master plan as he obviously was.
"So, I'm making new dreams. Now I get to go to Stanford and run with the big dogs. I'm going West Coast Ivy League!" He smiled. I saw no hesitation, no regret in his face, and it made me sad that because of my mistakes, Tommy was giving up his whole life, but I was selfish enough to give in, because I knew I really did need him. Now more than ever.
I nodded and smiled as our food came, savoring in the moment of having Tommy back home for good."
Format Credit: Eknovels
Let me know what you think :)
---Caitlyn
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First of all, it's not true.
Second of all, you should believe in yourself.
And, third of all, if you give up so early in life, youll never get anywhere!