Behind the Curious Mind of Ferris Bloom - Chapter Twenty Three

"Can we just talk?" I say.
Chapter Twenty Three - Ferris

Watching Kit walk towards me is like a dream. A long, mesmerizing dream. Her violet hair flows past her thin shoulders, and her angry face looks extremely pale under the clear, gray sky. I have the slightest feeling that it's going to rain soon, so I definitely need to speed things up.

Once Kit approaches she mumbles, "What do you want?"

"Let's walk." I say quietly. I take the first steps, then Kit begins to follow by my side.

The concrete beneath my feet is dusty gray and cracked, with a few leaves scattered around that are beginning to yellow around the edges. The trees are tall and obviously old, for most of the trunks are bent and are starting to take in a mucky, brown color. The light wind knocks a few yellow and green leaves off their branches, and they slowly float down to the ground. The neighborhood's street is empty, no cars pass by.

"So, what is it that you want to talk about?" Kit sounds annoyed.

I awkwardly run my fingers through my hair, then drop my arm to the side. "Look, uh, I came to apologize. I was being such an ass to you. I guess I should just explain everything that's been going on in my head."

Kit waits, obviously wanting me to go on.

"I have feelings for Astrid," I continue, "I thought I liked-liked her, but maybe it's not that way. Maybe I simply wanted attention from her, or I wanted her acceptance. She seems so cool and stuff, but I realized that she isn't my best friend since third grade, she isn't the girl I would often joke around with, she's not the one who dyed her hair purple." I smile. "That's you, Kit. You are the one that I truly do like... In that way. We're best friends."

"Best friends?" Kit snaps, "If we truly are 'best friends' then why did you leave me in the first place?"

"I came back, didn't I?" I say.

"But that's not enough." Kit's voice is low now. "I thought you actually cared about me and would always be there for me when I needed you most." She lowers her eyes and I notice that they begin to water. She wipes at her eyes, sniffs, and avoids my gaze. I swallow, guilt weighing me down even more.

"Listen Kit," I say, "I love you more than anything else in the world. You mean so much to me... You're my best friend and you're the only one who actually understands me and you always put up with the most stupid or serious of things that I do. I think about you all the time, don't think I'm a creep, but I'm simply being honest. I like being around you... You make me feel like a kid again. Like when we were our younger, immature selves."

"Your mother," Kit says, "don't you love her more than anything else in the world?"

The question throws me off a bit, for every time I think about my Mom, I feel depressed. "I miss her. I mean, she's gone now. She committed suicide when I was little because my Dad never paid any attention to her. She felt miserable all the time... And she needed someone. She then gave up trying. She killed herself afterwards." I frown and try not to break out crying. "I feel lost. Maybe that's why I was being such a jerk. I guess I just wanted attention from someone, but it seems like that's too much to ask for."

I stop walking and Kit stands next to me. I can sense her watching me. I feel embarrassed. I stand there motionless, wishing my mother was here. I miss her.

"Ferris, I'm so sorry. I never knew." Kit wraps her arms around me, then feel her head buried in my neck.

I hug her back. "It's okay. I'm sorry too. I love you, Kit."

She begins to sniff and cry. I patiently wait until she feels like talking again.

"I love you too, Ferris. We'll be the bestest friends in the whole world. Forever." Her voice shakes and she begins to laugh.

"And ever." My voice cracks, and my eyes begin to water at the memory.
Published: 12/3/2012
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