STATIC (LGBT)

Chapter 51

Right then, Alex got up from the couch and walked towards me. Immediately, as if as reflex reaction, she was holding my free hand. Just equally, I felt a quick sense of comfort and protection coming from her touch. I can’t believe this was going to be taken away from me, or from her, if something actual HAD happened to me.

I intertwined my fingers with hers, felt the slight pulse in them, and approached her hand to my lips. When I kissed it, and as I moved away I stared at how her eyes suddenly became increasingly warm. Something which usually made me crazy and ridiculously happy. Not relieved because I took it for granted.

 

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“You totally love her, alright?” Jessica had said to me as if it weren’t obvious.

“I know, and it can suck so badly.” I had confessed to her. I carried the plastic box in my left hand and the fishing rod on the other. I was excited for this, but not exactly for the talk. “It’s amazing, I mean, but… Knowing there’s a big possibility that there’s no possibility is tearing me apart.”

“And there we go.” Jessica said. The sarcasm in her voice irritated me quickly, just like she meant to. “The corny side of you out again.”

“Can’t help it.” I said, “If you were me, you’d understand how much worse I am. It’s all inside. Imagine how hard to it was to figure out how to make her notice me. I started losing sleep.”

I heard her laugh come out of her mouth immediately. “That’s because you’re both idiots. It took forever for you to get each other.”

“Thankfully we did.” I sighed and smiled at all those memories… And still, the doubt also started to set in. “But, we’re choosing to do different things now.”

“About that,” She said as she sat down on the grass in front of the bank and started looking into her bait. “Never knew you’d be into giving therapies…. How come? I thought you’d continue doing all of this.”

By “all of this” she meant all of that. Music.

“It’s not like I want to completely stop.” I put the box on the grass as to allow myself to stretch my fishing rod completely. It was one of those types that look like… those Star Wars plastic light-sabers for kids. It was easy to carry, that’s why I chose this one when I bought it. “It’s about doing something else that honestly interests me. Music has always been a part but not where I was to realize myself. Do you understand?”

“Like me and music?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said replying to the reference about her sabbatical – all to pursue music. Something which was enjoyable to her but not exactly the norm before. “Plus it fulfills me. It always has been like that, you know. Watching my dad do those stretches with his patients that can barely move and then see them walk a few months later and then run a few more after? There’s nothing that can describe it.”

“And I assume this has been in the past year?”

“Yeah.”

“Free time did actually play a role on you, Zoë.” Jess stood up and gave me a strong pat (or hit) on my back. “Anyways, those trout are not going to get into that cooler alone. Come on, hurry.”

Damn, seriously. These people who invented PowerBait probably got rich because of it. If I buy around 3 for one small trip I can’t imagine how many are bought out of the local stores per year. I don’t prefer it over live bait but it’s less disgusting, quicker to get, and easier to wrap around the hook without feeling queasy. I don’t like killing worms so easily…