I stand. I look around me. What once was peaceful now turns dark, distorted. The flowers jump up in a scream. I could swear I hear a dear screech from somewhere beyond. I see an ugly stick that I hadn’t noticed before. I bend down and pick it up. A sharp edge cuts my finger. Blood trickles. Somehow
“How far are we going to go?”
He squeezes my hand. The rings he wears cuts into my skin; my eyes water.
“I trust you” I say but as I say it my throat burns. The tears hurt. Will there be more pain? “Owe.” I say. He squeezes harder. “I trust you.”
I’m not sure he notices that he is hurting me. His gaze is off; he is thinking of something else. I whisper his name.
“Hey…” I say.
Most of me says run away from him. There is too much to him but…the dreams. They’ve called me ever since I can remember. It’s like every piece, every clue dreamt has pointed towards here; the old empty train tunnel, the river, the dried up tree that stands like an old grandfather with gnarly hands.
All of my dreams have conspired to this moment. Now I know why because every other sign says run; every part of me, the pain in my hand, the pain in his face. That look, the dark, the innocence.
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I am sitting on the floor in the bookstore looking at the most recent biology books when I notice a pair of tennis shoes right next to my legs. I don’t know how long he has been standing there. I follow his legs until I come to his hands. My eyes freeze. His hands have tattoos on them. He is so close that I can smell him. I stand up and feel really stupid because I am staring, all the way up his tattoo covered arms I am staring until I reach his t-shirt. It’s snug. My face turns hot and I look away. I am the biggest nerd ever.
When I turn back he is looking down at me. “Hi.” He says. I lean over on the book shelf and almost lose my balance. “Been sitting for a while?”
“Yeah.” I catch myself because I almost just snorted. “My legs fell asleep.”
“Don’t usually see girls like you here.” He says this sincerely. I am not sure what he means. He doesn’t look like he is joking. I’m a nerd and I know it. My friends tease me about it and the boys at school look at me like I crawled out of a swamp or something. If a guy does look at me he’s usually a nerd too. This guy is sexy and nothing like me.
He bends over and pulls out a book. “Here.” He says. “Have you read this one?” I hadn’t. “It’s one of my favorites on stem cell research.” I take it from him.
“Thanks.” I am surprised that he reads. I wouldn’t think that he would have time for stuff like that.
“Sorry.” He says. “You must think I’m rude.” He holds out his hand. “My name is Jake. I just moved to the area.”
“Oh. Nice to meet you.” I say my voice shaking and my face on fire.
“So you are not going to tell me. Eh?”
“Huh?”
“Your name.”
“Oh yeah, Olivia.”
That is when she starts walking up. She is thin except for her boobs. She moves her hips in such a way that I am surprised she isn’t knocking books off of the shelves. She’s graceful. Yuck.
I stand there when I should move. She is inches from my face, her breasts level with my nose. Jake’s arm reaches around me to pull her to him. For one split second I am sandwiched between the couple and I am all but invisible. I jump out of the way. She pushes her body to his while his hand, on her lower back, pulls her to him. They kiss hard and long, then soft. Am I staring? Oh God. I look away feeling my face go flush. My body starts to sweat. I turn around to leave. I feel a tug on my shoulder. “Olivia, meet my girlfriend.” I turn around slowly.
She looks down at me. “Oh her?” Her lip curls up into a sneer. Did he not just see that? He is smiling like an idiot, his arm around her waist. A moment ago his eyes seemed shiny, now they are all fogged up. Is that drool coming out of his mouth? Not really but there should be. His girlfriend goes to my school but if she knows who I am I will be surprised.
“Yeah I already know who she is.” She says this then laughs and turns back around. I grow hotter. I turn around as fast as I can to leave.
“Ok, well. Bye.” I say. He waves, I think, or he could have been shooing a fly. I am surprised by how I feel. I mean I didn’t really think a guy like him would be interested in me. Maybe I did get my hopes up a little.
I walk as fast as I can. I run into a stationary table and knock several books from their perch. I bend down to pick them up. When I stand back up there is a gaggle of junior high boys on their way to the mall. I wait for them to crack jokes but they are looking me up and down like they are pleased with what they see. I want to scream. “What? One minute I’m ugly and the next?” I don’t get it.
As I am leaving the store an older man walks by and makes no secret about looking me up and down like he would like to have me for dinner.
Apparently I can get any creepy old man I want or junior high boys barely into puberty. I look back on the bookstore, a little thrilled but mostly puzzled.

We walk along the sidewalk. There is too much chatter. I crave quiet with him. I crave him by my side, the warmth of his shoulder next to mine.
“Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know.” I tell him. I’m distracted. A woman and her children pass by creating a tiny circus. The noise and chatter irritates me. I hate that I’m irritated. I want you I tell him but I’m only brave enough to say it in my head.

I giggle.
“What?” he says.
“Nothing. Really nothing. So…your classes how are they?”
“I haven’t started them.”
“Awe..yeah right. Sorry.” I miss you. I say in my head again. Miss what I wonder. It’s like I’ve known him before and we are just getting to know each other again.
“I miss you.” I whisper.
He stops and turns toward me. I look up at him. “Yeah.” he says. I search his face. I want to say it again. Every thing turns into a bad dream. No not a bad dream but untouchable. I touch his face. I realize that is it.
I’ve been bouncing around so much that I’m not sure what is real. “You’re skin.” I say and stop. I wait for it all to disappear, for everything to dissolve under my feet. He’s standing right here and I can’t quite see him. Not fully.
He squeezes my hand. I realize I’m lost. It is like one of those dreams where I can sort of get the essence. I can feel that he cares for me,
that he is reserved about it,
scared by it,
cut by it
fulfilled by it.
He squeezes my hand again. We walk until we reach a park, just outside of a shopping area. There’s this tree. We sit under it. For some reason I think of stars. I tell him this.
“You are funny.” he says. His voice is distant. I’m trying so hard to pull him near. Then it clicks.
“I love the stars.” I tell him. “I love the way the sky looks when there are millions of stars. It makes it seem so big. I love it too when there are clouds in the sky. Not so much when they cover the sun but when they show you just how big everything is. I love that.
The different forms they make
The way they cut right into the sky
the texture
How when you look you feel like you just might fall into a fairy tale. Like Jack and the Bean Stalk or something. I’d like to climb right up there. Into the sky.” I realize I’m overly animating but he’s smiling. He’s ok with this.

“I love those movies.” I continue. “where everyone moves in unison. When everyone decides to agree on one beautiful thing. Oh! I love that so much.” I tell him.
“Yeah.” he says.
“Sometimes I admit I even like a little bit of pain.” I gasp did that just come out of my mouth? He laughs.

“I love.” I say. “When you pull me close a little roughly because you want me that much. I love that the thought of me turns something in you that I can read on your face.” I’m looking at him now. The shade of the tree is moving over us.
“I love.” I tell him. “New love. When a person is everything. When that person digs into you just the right way.”

Now I am talking with my hands. I see that he has that look I describe; a look of pleasure on the edge of pain because if I get up and walk away right now he won’t be the same and either will I.
I see in his face a nervous fear.
I see him catching me when I fall and pulling me back up. Then letting me continue to learn.
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