I received a letter again Friday, the next day. This time, it read 'You're all I think about'. I didn't know what to think of that. Was this in fact real? I had thought about the letters a lot before I had fallen asleep last night. I had wondered why it was so hard for me to think those letters were real when I could think James did like me. I had pondered on the thought for a moment and realized James seemed more real.
I could see him, I could hear him and I could touch him. It was more realistic than being liked by someone whose face I couldn't see, who's voice I couldn't hear. At the beginning, I had thought the letters couldn't be true because I was never liked by anyone and I didn't think I could be liked by someone, but James changed everything. For once, I truly thought of myself as the girl who could win a guy like James' heart.
At lunchtime, I decided to put my plan on helping Tyler into action. It was simple, I would bring him to that small park that we always went to when possible. We had spent an unbelievable amount of time there. It had felt like our own hideout, even though it was crowed with other children, we managed to make it feel like we were alone. It was also the place we went when we felt down and I was hoping that visiting it would make Tyler feel better, make him remember all the moments we had spent together.
I had to explain everything to Annie and Cole. They completely understood and wished me luck. Now, I was at the doors leading to our lunchroom, waiting impatiently to see Tyler. I sighed in despair when no other student seemed to be arriving. Where could he be? Did he not eat in the cafeteria? I tried thinking if I had seen him or not in the lunchroom all week. I couldn't seem to remember seeing him. Where could he be then? The last time I saw him was when we both left the bathroom at the same time. Maybe he was at his locker.
I started walking down the hallway, when the fact that I had no idea where his locker could be hit me. What could I do now? I had no idea where he was. This plan was doomed from the beginning anyway. When we encountered yesterday on our way out of the bathrooms, he barely wanted to speak to me, so why would he agree to go to the park with me? An idea, all of a sudden, struck me. He could be in bathroom. It was, after all, where I saw him yesterday.
Without anymore thought to it, I ran through the empty hallways. Every one of my footsteps making the only sounds heard. When I neared the boys' bathroom, I couldn't think of anything else, but to knock. So I did.
"Tyler?"
No reply. I called his name again, but silence was all there was. I pressed my ear to the door to catch any sound coming from the inside. The door flew open, nearly making me fall over. The guy who had opened the door gave me a strange look. I sheepishly smiled, my cheeks warming up. Surely this would happen to me.
"Have you, perhaps, seen a blond guy in there? He's tall and has blue eyes." Unsure of what to say, I asked.
His dark eyes stared at me in the same strange manner. I averted my eyes to the ground.
"Have you?"
He finally said that a guy in the stall that he hadn't seen and that maybe it was him. I nervously asked him if he could ask him to come out and speak to me. The boy let out an exaggerated breath of annoyance and went back inside. He soon came back with Tyler right behind him. The brown eyed guy left before I could even utter a 'thank you'.
"Hey," I greeted Tyler. He responded with a casual 'hey'.
"I wanted to bring you somewhere..."
His brows rose, interest etched over his face. I told him I wanted it to be a surprise and he surprisingly agreed to go with me. We drove silently, the music from the radio floating over the silence. We finally arrived. Tyler looked around, a smile forming on his face, his expression changing into an over-joyful child's one.
