Coastal City: The Dream Fish Part V

“How’s your foot?”

“If it was fine, I wouldn’t be in this crumby old hospital, would I, Lucie?” Halvar told her, insensitively.

They were alone. Nathan and Calais had left an hour ago because it was already late. Halvar’s father was working, his mum went out to buy something and his brothers were in college. It really was just Halvar and Lucie.

“Oh.” Lucie looked down on the floor. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She told him, but not in a bitchy sarcastic way, in a shy and humble way. She kept her head down.

“I hope you get well soon, Halvar, I really do. I really wish you could get to play with pros in football someday.” She paused and looked as some inanimate object on her right. Her eyes moved as if trying to remember something, and then she looked at Halvar once again and smiled. “That’s my dream for you.”

Halvar found it very awkward. He pretended to be watching something outside the window but he was actually looking at himself in the glass. Then outside, he saw this tiny car, coloured bright yellow. He thought it was hideous. Then it hit him.

 “Say, Lucie, you turned eighteen last month, right?”

“Yes, you went to the party. You got really drunk that you got sick on my cousin.”

He ignored the last bits. “Oh. Got your licence yet?”

“Yea, I drove here all by myself.” She beamed at him, proudly.

“Go to your car.”

“Why?”

“Just do it for me: the screb with the infected foot.”

“I don’t understand. What are you going to do?”

“Please Lucie, just go.”

She hesitated. Her eyes were wide and round, when she realised Halvar didn’t look at her and kept staring outside the window, she went, still wondering what he was up to.

When she’d gotten to the car, she navigated her eyes on the second floor windows but couldn’t find Halvar sitting and looking down at her. Then a bunch of drunks entered the parking lot. She was about to enter the hospital again when right behind her, in a black sweater, someone hissed.

“You haven’t started the engine yet.” He was leaning on her car.

“I’ve got pepper spray.” She told him, and she struggled her hand into her purse to get the pepper spray.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He held his arms up. “It’s me, Lucie, your good friend Halvar. And in case you’ve forgotten all about me after 10 minutes, we went to high school together and you have this really bad crush on me but now that you want to spray me, well, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Not funny…” Tears were forming.

“Aw. I’m sorry, Lucie.”

Her eyes reddened, still.

“Hey, hey, I’m really depressed right now. I wanna get out of here. Tell you what, I’ll show you this place I always go to when I want to be alone, you’ll be the first one to know that there is such a place that I go to. That alright with you?”

“You’re not supposed to be out. You’ll put us both in trouble…”

…

“Who the hell are you?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Nathan rummaged his cellphone’s phonebook for the local police with his shaking hands. His mother had put it on speed dial for him but he deleted all the numbers on speed dial except his friends’. They were the only people he ever rang.

“The line is freaking busy! Why are the freaking Coastal City police busy?!” He thought to himself, his hands were trembling and palsied. He opened the bedroom door just in case he had to leg for it then he stepped away from the bathroom door.

He tried calling the police once, twice, thrice…

The girl’s skin was just the same colour as the bathroom tiles. Her dark hair webbed her cheeks, her neck and chest. When she stood, she conveyed all her piercing black hair on her left shoulder. She walked towards him with her hands brushing her hair still and stopped at where the bathroom tiles ended. She played with her feet as she stood there.

She looked at him. He looked at her. She was pretty.

“You left me,” she told him. Nathan noticed how thin her lips were.

He stared at her body and how she continued to fiddle with her hair while she looked at him innocently; as if she was completely unaware she was standing absolutely bare in front of a guy. Nathan had never seen a girl’s naked body before. Not even his mother’s or his sister’s.

“What did you say?” he asked her while he narcissistically looked into the same mirror he looked into minutes ago. Yep, he still had hairless legs and broad shoulders. The panic had been forgotten so quickly.

“You—“she stepped on the bedroom floor with a delicate step. Her feet looked very tender. When both feet were on the wooden floor, she glanced at the motionless Nathan, who was just waiting on what she was going to say or do.

“I?” he said, pathetically.

She walked to him until she was very near; until Nathan could feel her breath on his chest. Nathan did not move at all. She put her hand on his cheek; her hand was very fragile as well. She tiptoed and kissed his lips.

“Don’t you recognise me? You left me at the bench.” She told him.

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I myself like part IV better. ) But hey, I have a headache right now. xD Stupid smell of floor wax! I hate it! Argh! Lots of stuff happening around here, maybe I’ll update you guys next time.  I think I’ll be able to end this series. It’s great considering the epic fail of Pathetikism. Argh. Poor Allie Whatshisnameiforgot, he must be moulded by now.