Still, Will and Always

Chapter 13 : Marky and Larky

The next day, the morning sun rose up and I woke up, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. I went about my usual morning routine, completing my chores and getting ready for another day of school. As expected, Gavvy arrived at my doorstep, ready to walk to school together. We set off on our familiar route, the morning breeze brushing against our faces.

As we walked our way to the school, Gavvy turned to me with a curious glint in his eyes. "Hey, what do you think about the new student?" he asked, his voice filled with intrigue.

I pondered his question for a moment, considering the possibilities. "Hmm, I have a feeling they're going to be twins," I replied, a hint of excitement in my voice. "Identical twins, to be precise."

Gavvy chuckled, shaking his head in disagreement. "Nah, I have a different theory," he said confidently. "I think they're just going to be siblings, one boy and one girl."

We continued our conversation, playfully debating our predictions for the new student. The exchange brought a sense of lightheadedness to our journey, momentarily distracting us from the usual school day worries.

Upon arriving at school, the atmosphere was full with chatter and anticipation. The news of the new twins, Marky and Larky, had spread like wildfire, capturing the curiosity of the entire student body. Excitement filled the air as everyone speculated about their personalities and appearances.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Gavvy immediately went talking for the twins as soon as we entered the classroom. His eagerness to strike up a conversation with Larky was evident, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy deep within my heart. I found my seat and watched from a distance, quietly hoping that Gavvy would eventually come to me and accompany me.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours as I observed Gavvy and Larky engrossed in conversation. Their laughter and animated gestures painted a picture of instant connection. It was in that moment that my heart felt like it was drowning in my own void, a mixture of disappointment and confusion washing over me. I yearned for Gavvy's attention, for him to notice me, but it seemed as though I had become invisible in his eyes.

Driven by a surge of frustration and longing, I summoned the courage to approach them. I wanted to remind Gavvy of my presence, to reclaim the bond we once shared. But, as I drew closer, it became apparent that my efforts were not useful. Gavvy remained oblivious to my presence, his focus solely on Larky. The rejection hit me hard, leaving me feeling hurt and rejected.

In a fit of desperation, I reached out to grab Gavvy's arm, hoping to elicit some sort of response. But instead of the warmth of his touch, I was met with resistance as he pushed me away. The physical rejection mirrored the emotional pain that had been building within me, intensifying my anger and sadness.

Standing there, my face twisted into a pout, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned to find Marky, the new student, standing beside me. His eyes held genuine concern as he introduced himself and asked, "Are you okay?"

I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat. "Not really," I admitted, my voice tinged with sadness. "It's been tough seeing Gavvy so focused on Larky, as if I don't exist."

Marky's expression softened, understanding the weight of my words. "I get it," he said empathetically. "It's hard when someone you're close to starts paying more attention to someone else. Let's talk and take your mind off things."

Grateful for his kindness, I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope that perhaps this unexpected friendship could help heal the ache in my heart.

As we struck up a conversation, I felt better. Marky was easy to talk to, we get along so well that we easily found interest in each other, and it helped distract me from my mixed-up feelings. For a little while, I forgot about Gavvy and enjoyed getting to know Marky.

Suddenly, Gavvy's eyes locked onto us, his gaze sharp and filled with jealousy. Without saying a word, he swiftly made his way back to his chair, forcefully pushing Marky out of his seat. With a determined expression, he took his place beside me, as if trying to ensure that I stayed close to him.

Gavvy leaned towards me, attempting to strike up a conversation. But I had made up my mind, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of my attention. As the teacher continued with the lesson, Gavvy persisted, whispering in my ear, trying to coax me into responding. "Hey, Van, can we talk? I didn't mean to push you away earlier. I was just... confused."

And in my mind I was responding like, “ confused??? It's clear that you don't want me involved in your conversation earlier.” But I just kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, ignoring his words. I could feel the awkwardness in the air, the tension between us.

Marky, who had been pushed aside, looked at me with concern, clearly sensing the conflict. He leaned over, speaking softly. "Van, are you okay? Do you want me to talk to Gavvy, for you?" I turned to Marky, appreciating his support and concern. I responded saying, "Thanks, Marky. I appreciate it, but I think I need to figure this out on my own."
Marky nodded, understanding my need for space.

Meanwhile, Gavvy continued to persist, his voice filled with desperation. "Van, please, just give me a chance to explain. I didn't mean to hurt you."

But I couldn't bring myself to respond. The conflicting emotions within me made it hard to believe his words. The silence between us grew more pronounced, the weight of our unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As the class continued, Gavvy gradually realized that his attempts were completely useless. He fell silent, his face filled with a mix of regret and confusion. The rest of the class watched the unfolding drama, unsure of how to react. The once lively atmosphere had turned into something gloomy, the tension between Gavvy and me casting a shadow over the room.

In the midst of the awkwardness, I couldn't help but reflect on our friendship. Gavvy had been such an important part of my life, and it was difficult to simply forget about him. Despite the hurt and confusion, a part of me still longed for the connection we shared.

As the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the class, Gavvy glanced at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and remorse. I met his gaze briefly, a flicker of uncertainty passing between us. It was clear that things had changed, and apologizing would not be easy. But deep down, I knew I couldn't just erase someone who had meant so much to me.

When the school day ended, Gavvy came up to me, sounding sorry. "Van, can we talk about what happened today? I realize now that I let jealousy get in the way. Our friendship means everything to me."

I looked at him, still mad about how he ignored me before. "You think I can forgive you just like that? It hurt, Gavvy. It really hurt. And I was the who should be jealous, you're eyes were glued into Larky"

Gavvy's face softened, and he reached out to touch my arm gently. "I know, Van. I messed up, and I'm sorry. I let jealousy make me act foolishly. Please, give me a chance to make things right. Next time I’ll try to involve you in our conversation"

I hesitated, torn between my anger and the strong bond we had. After a few minutes of talking and heartfelt apologies, I couldn't stay mad at Gavvy anymore. I sighed and nodded, finally giving in. "Okay, Gavvy. Let's talk and sort things out." Relief washed over Gavvy's face as he smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Van. I promise to pay more attention to you."

When we arrived home, I went up to my room and lay down in my bed. While staring for a while it occurred to me that Marky was indeed attractive and kinda like my type of guy.

(To be continued…)

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Gawin - u. e.
Clint - I miss you, when will we cuddle again?