~And Shadows Blend One Last Time~ Tyson Ritter ~2~
~And Shadows Blend One Last Time~ Tyson Ritter ~2~
"Rachel,hurry up!" my mom called, "You're going to be late for school!"
I sighed, got up, and looked through my closet. I pulled out a pair of light blue jeans, a black and gray striped tank top, and a skull belt. I took my baggy black sleeping t-shirt off and was reaching for the tank top when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I pulled the t-shirt back on about two seconds before Tyson opened the door and walked into my room.
"Don't you ever knock?" I asked exasperatedly.
"Nope." he replied, sitting down on my bed.
"Well it's a good thing you make so much noise coming up the stairs, or you would have walked in on me while I was changing." I told him.
"Damn," he said, sighing, "I gotta learn to walk more quietly."
"Ass." I muttered, hitting him lightly on the head.
"I love you too, babe." he said.
About halfway through the day, Tyson went home from school with a headache. After school, I went to his house. I knocked on the door. There was no answer, so I pushed open the door and walked up the stairs to his room. He was sitting on his bed, writing in a notebook.
"Feeling better?" I asked him. He nodded.
"Yeah."
"So, what are you writing?" I asked, reaching for his notebook.
"Nothing!" He said quickly, shoving it under his pillow.
"Can I please read it?"
"No."
"I'll be your best friend!"
"You already are, idiot."
"Oh yeah. Uh... I'll do anything you want."
"Since when are you a prostitute?" he joked, raising his eyebrows at me.
"Haha," I rolled my eyes, "I'll do anything that doesn't involve me taking my clothes off."
He sighed.
"You take all the fun out of life."
"You're a pig." I said.
"Okay, so... anything?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, I need a date for Sarah's party." he said thoughtfully.
"You want me to go with you?" I asked.
"Yeah. You know, just as friends."
"Okay," I replied, "I wasn't invited, so it'll give me an excuse to go."
"Okay... here." he said reluctantly pulling the notebook out from under his pillow and held it out to me. I opened it to the first page. It was a poem, or maybe a song.
I should warn you
Things you're feeling
Aren't normal now
You need me
It's not easy
Let you go somehow
Now we're to far gone
And hope is such a waste
Every breath you take you give me the burden's bitter taste
You promised that you'd stay
You say you want to go
Your lips provide a shelter for the things that I don't know
Please speak slowly
My heart is learning
Teach me heartache
Stop this burning
Wishful thinking
Patience shrinking
Bliss is far away
North is calling
Now I'm falling
At your feet, please stay
Now we're too far gone
And hope is such a waste
Every breath you take you give me the burden's bitter taste
You promised that you'd stay
You say you want to go
Your lips provide a shelter for the things that I don't know
Please speak slowly
My heart is learning
Teach me heartache
Stop this burning
Now
"That's really good," I said softly, "Um... what is it?"
"It's a song for the band that me and Nick started." he replied.
"You guys started a band?" I asked, "What's it called?"
"The All-American Rejects."
"That's a cool name. Who else is in the band?"
"Chris and Mike."
"You let those idiots join your band?" I said exasperatedly.
"Those idiots are my friends, you know." he laughed.
"So, when's the party?" I asked randomly.
"Tonight at seven."
"Okay, I have to go home so I can get ready," I said, "pick me up at seven."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye, Tyson." I kissed him on the cheek, then left his room and went home to get ready.
It was really warm outside for February, so I decided to wear a navy blue halter top, gray jeans, and of course my favourite black Chucks.
Around 7:30, there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in!" I called, wondering who it was. The door opened.
"Tyson?" I asked, surprised, "Since when do you knock on the door?"
"I'm trying to be nice, since you're my date." he replied.
I laughed.
"Maybe I should go out with you more often."
I got up and put my cropped denim jacket on, then I took Tyson's hand.
"Ready to go?" I asked him.
"Yep." he replied, kissing me playfully on the lips. We left my room and went downstairs. My mom, who was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper, looked up.
"Where are you two going?" she asked.
"Sarah's party." I replied.
"On a date?" she seemed to notice that we were holding hands.
"Yeah." Tyson nodded.
"You two are going out?" My mom said, obviously shocked.
"We're only pretending to go out for one night." I told her.
"Okay..." she said, sounding confused.
Tyson and I left the hose before she could ask any more questions. We got into Tyson's car. He started driving to Sarah's house.
"Tyson?" I asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah?"
"We are only pretending to go out, right?"
"Of course."
"So tomorrow we'll just be friends again?"
"Yeah."
"Ok."
Tyson and I had pretended to go out before, but I always asked that. Just in case.