chapter six
The dim light from Cain's bedroom cast a shadow on the wall from the open doorway. He was acting all sulky and bitchy ever since the fight with Devon. I felt remotely responsible for his mood, seeing as how I actually broke up with Cain as Devon, but he's still taking things way out of hand.
I found myself humming "Crazy" by Aerosmith. Cain had it on repeat and the sound was leaking through the open door. It was his favorite song and one I was beginning to loathe as the minutes ticked on.
I'm beginning to think that our kiss had meant nothing to him. Ever since it happened, he has been pushing me away to the point where I'm not even sure if he likes me anymore. Normally he wouldn't have holed himself up in his bedroom like a weasel, but that's all he's been doing since 'the incident'. He would usually be hanging off me, trying to get a rise out of me for his own amusement. Oh God, I even miss that.
I rolled around my bed out of angry frustration. This whole thing was driving me completely up the wall even more so then it was doing to him. He thinks he has it bad off, but at least his best friend isn't ignoring the shit out him like he's doing to me.
At the at very second, the light bulb above my bed burnt out, leaving me in in total darkness. Great! I bet that was a sign from some higher power, just confirming that I was meant be miserable forever. I hate my life.
I guess this is the way it's going to have to be then. Lyzander, left alone in the darkness as usual. Nobody likes me and when I actually think a guy does, he turns around and stabs me in the back. God damn.
Cain was drawing in the next room. I could hear the scratch of the pencil along the paper.
The boy was a phenomenal artist. He mostly drew castles with dragons and wizards, or enchanted forests that were overrun with fairies. Mythical stuff was his main gig. I wonder what inspired him to get his ideas down on paper now.
I got bored pondering my existence, so I went into his bedroom and turned on the PC. He looked up from his work to give me a quick glance and I met his eyes then turned around. It was painful to be so close to what you couldn't have.
I went on the net and surfed around for a bit, visiting all the sites I had exhausted weeks ago. I was on his user name, and messages from Devon kept popping up. I blocked his screen name for Cain's sake and kept surfing.
It was silent in the room except for the occasion click of the mouse on my part or the rubbing of an eraser on his. He must have been very distracted to mess up that much. He was usually a flawless artist.
The internet is such a lonely place. Sure there are about 50 million people online every second, but they are mostly all so fake that it can get depressing. I had been talking to this 17 year old guy for a while and we hit it off pretty well. You can you imagine my excitement when I found out that it was actually a 50 year old pizza delivery guy. I don't think I can trust people on the net anymore.
I had only been on for about ten minutes and already about four girl had IM'ed me, asking to cyber. How desperate can you get?
I hope I never end up like those losers on the internet who just waste their lives away in front of a glowing screen. It must be really upsetting when you know HTML code better than your address. Your home address I mean, not email, mind you.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I logged off. I needed a real person right now and Cain just happened to be there like an open invitation.
"What are you drawing?" I asked him while sliding onto the bed, looking over his shoulder. He didn't see me approach him and was quite surprised when I appeared right in his face when he turned around.
He quickly dropped the pencil he was using and slammed the picture against his chest so I couldn't see it. That just provoked my curiosity even more. "Nothing." he said a little too quickly. This picture had to be good.
I put my hands on his shoulders and rubbed, trying to coax him into doing my evil bidding. "Come on Cain, why don't you tell me what your drawing?" I asked in a convincing tone of voice. He just got this funny smirk and shook his head at me like a child with a secret.
"It's really nothing you'd be interested in." he nonchalantly said while trying to slip out of my grasp. It wasn't going to happen any time soon so he should of saved himself the trouble and stopped trying.
"Oh come on, baby." I said while lightly running my lips over his neck. He blushed and giggled at bit, then blushed more. He hates it when he giggles but I find it the most adorable thing in the world, let alone wickedly attractive.
"Stop it Lyzander!" he said throw giggles while playfully swatting at me and scrunching up his neck inside his shirt like a turtle would. While I had him distracted, I quickly grabbed the picture away from him. He lunged at it but I held it just out of his reach.
I looked down at the picture only to find myself starring back up at me. He was drawing a picture of me. Wow, out of everything I thought he would be drawing, this was not even one of the options.
The scary part was, it looked very realistic. It wasn't one of those shitty board walk artist's renditions of me, but actually the real thing. He had captured me perfectly.
I looked over at him in awe. He was still blushing. "I didn't want you to see until it was done." he said while giving me a sheepish look.
"What more can you do to it?" I asked in astonishment, staring down at the perfection in my hands.
"Well, I was thinking about what you said and all, about the whole 'there's someone out there for everyone' thing." He looked down at the paper sheepishly. "I think I know who's meant for me."
He turned around and rummaged through a drawer for a bit, and then turned back toward me, clutching. He held it and so I could examine it.
It was a picture of the two of us together taken a few months ago on vacation at the beach. I was putting a fish down Cain's pants and we were both laughing our asses off.
I compared the picture that he drew to the real picture and discovered that he used that picture of my face for the one he was drawing. There was also a space on the page that was still empty, waiting to be filled.
"That would be the completed picture, the way it's supposed to be." he said while leaning against me, slipping his arms around my waist.
"Oh, Cain...." I breathed while putting the pictures down on the bed and sweeping him up into a hug. He really did care after all!
At that moment I was so overcome by emotion for him that I wanted cry from the joy. The only thing I could think to do was kiss him, and that's exactly what I did.
I really do think that I could end up falling in love with him, and hard too.
