Mercedes had some classes on one of my days off from school. As much as I love the girl, I do like hanging out with Johnny by myself every now and then.
"I seem to have a weird sleep-pattern now," I was telling him as we sat at the Park of Shittiness- only it wasn't quite so shitty anymore. Sadee and I'd organized a clean up group for places like this, and even though it still wasn't much to look at, it was getting better.
"How so?" asked Johnny from the base of my tree. I'd gotten him a sketch-book for his birthday (had to beat that date outta him, lemme tell ya) and he was now doodling something- it looked like the leaves and stuff on the ground.
"I dunno," I said. "It's just...even though it's been nearly about 8 months since the whole Jetty incident, I only sleep for about four hours every two days. I don't know why, but at least I get a lot more work done, now." I dangled my legs from my branch, also sketching.
He looked up at me. "And you're the one always going on and on about Mercedes and I eating and sleeping properly," he said pointedly.
I chuckled. "Hey, you know I don't bug you about sleep. If you were a normal sleeper, I would never have met you. Life's more fun this way, ya know?"
He shrugged. "I can definately call it more interesting with a person like you around," he admitted.
"Good," I snapped jokingly. "I'm glad I was able to brighten up somebody's life."
We sat quietly for a while, just sketching in our books. Every so often, I'd look down at Johnny.
He was such a fun person to draw.
Mercedes walked back to the apartment by herself. Once inside, she dashed towards Laura's room.
Normally, Laura loved to show off her artwork. There were normally such creepy-cool creatures inside; all of them monsters in one way or another, but she called each and every one of them beautiful.
But there was one sketch-book she would'nt show anyone. Now, Mercedes normally wouldn't care, because Laura always revealed her artwork eventually, but this one...Laura was so adamant about not showing it...it was very out of character.
So Mercedes had to go take a peek.
And since Laura had a doctor's appointment, what better time to look for it than now?
She lifted up dozens of books scattered about the room, searching for the book. "It's gotta be here somewhere..." she muttered. Then she slapped her palm to her forehead. "Ugh, duh."
She lifted up Laura's mattress and, lo and behold, there was a medium-sized black sketch-book with a red spiral on the front. "Bingo!" she declared triumphantly.
She slid the book out from the hiding place and sat on Laura's bed and began flipping through it.
Every page had a picture of Johnny sketched on it.
Johnny drinking a Brain-Freezy, complete with the red colour of the Freezy but with no others.
Johnny sitting on a park bench, one arm flung over the back.
Johnny from above, drawing in a sketch-book of his own. The orange of the leaves on the ground were all blended together perfectly.
And this one...Sadee paused at this one for longer than any of them.
It was a pencil drawing of Johnny sitting on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars. He looked so comfortable just relaxing.
But beneath was written a poem; that was what had caught Mercede's attention.
Always so close, yet always so far
Almost like reaching for a shooting star
And though the lights may seem so near
There's not much I can do, I fear
I never seem to be able to say
What I want to any day
And if I were to find my voice
Maybe then I might rejoice
But all I do is sit and stare
Add a touch of light here, a bit of dark there
And though I want you to know
How I feel, but I think 'Oh!
There's no way you shall feel the same'
But for that, I only have me to blame
I daren't hope, I daren't dream
I dare not hope that you won't leave
I only wish for you to see
Just how much you mean to me.
Sadee smiled. "Jeesh, Laura," she chuckled. "Why do you have to be so damn shy?"
Then she calmly slipped the book back into it's hiding place and walke out of the room.
"It was obvious before, but now here's the proof," she said as she walked to the kitchen. "The only question is: does Johnny not see it?"