Ambulance

After an hour of sitting in the rain, my art teacher finally shows up and opens the room not even noticing me. Typical.

As I stand up I notice just how bad I am hurting today and instantly crumble to the ground closing my eyes expecting a hard surface. But in fact, I feel two strong arms catch me just in time and life me us and steady me. Opening my eyes and see that my art teacher is the one to thank, but the words seem stuck in my throat. His features always seem to mesmerize me. With His- no. No time for that now I need to get out of His lovely arms before I do something stupid.

He must notice that I am trying to straighten myself into an upright position because He slowly helps me up, but keeps His hands on my shoulders to steady me. Looking at me eye level I see His majestic eyes up close. With the bright gr- wait He's talking.

“Sorry come again?” I ask

“Haha I said are you ok? You almost took quite the tumble there.” Wow His laugh is beautiful.

“Yeah I’m ok just a head rush that’s all.” Its times like now that make me happy I’m a fast on my feet.

“In the pouring down rain? In October? Really Rai-ver...” well I never said I was smar- wait what was that?

“Did you almost call me Rain?”

“Well um uh ah you see uh I heard someone call you that the other day and well I thought that was what you liked people to call you instead of River.”

“Rain was a nickname given to me. It’s what my initials spell out. I don’t care what you call me. Whatever you’re comfortable with I guess.” I whisper to Him.

“Oh? What’s your full name?” He asks

“It’s River-----Nelson” the bell rung right then. Of course.

“Sorry I didn’t catch that. Maybe during lunch we could talk more. I’ve been meaning to speak with you about you’re art for a few weeks anyway. I have third as my planning period and all three lunches so just stop by when it’s your time ok?” I smile and nod in agreement, trying to keep a cool exterior as my insides rage one thousand miles a second

Wow was this actually happening? Was I actually going to talk to this gorgeous man, in private? Just us alone in his empty classroom? Wow maybe this day won’t be as bad as I thought it was going to be. Just then all the other students start coming in for first period. Meaning I need to get to my seat, in the front of the class right next to the teacher’s desk. Such a pet I am.

Walking to my table I notice that my torso doesn’t hurt that bad. I brush it off and play it on the fact that I am distracted by my art teacher’s and I’s one-on-one meeting later. Reaching into my book bag I get out my sketchbooks: school, hopes/ dreams, and secrets. All small, but there my world and I go nowhere without them.

“Alright students its sketchbook collection day again. I hope you all got the work you were supposed to get finished, well finished. You know where to put them and while you’re up get a box were starting a new unit today. Put thought into what one you grab. They reflect who you are.” He adds the last part with a small side smirk.

He is going to be the death of me I swear. I wonder if He knows the effect He has on me? Haha good joke self, good joke.

As I bring up my school sketchbook and look at the boxes in front of me I don’t hesitate to grab the black one covered in all of my favorite bands stickers and shuffle through the kids to get to my table I see Him looking through my sketchbooks and smiling? Not really funny things in there but ok. Setting the box down He jumps and closes the sketchbooks and trips all over his words.

“I ah well it’s an art class and uh sketchbooks and teacher look at art.” I look at Him confused because absolutely none of that could have been English. Plus, I didn’t say anything.

“Ah well I’m just going to ah go then” He says after a few seconds of silence between us. I just nod my head in confused agreement.

As He turns to walk away He stops and says “I knew and hoped you would grab that one even though it was on the bottom. The support of all the rest.” And then He continues walking to see what is talking the others so long to choose a box.

I had a feeling that His words had a double meaning somewhere in there. I just didn’t know what it could have been. I need to know more about Him. I have a feeling that He is going to be my savior. But how could He? He’s my art teacher?

I open the box and my eyes almost pop out of my head.

“Whoa.”

Notes

WOW AM I SORRY OR WHAT!?
I am so so so so so so so sorry for making you all wait so long for this fillery chapter.

If you didnt know, my keyboard was fritzing and i have been super busy with school and ROTC and work and trying to have a life that writing kinda went on the back burner.

I cannot say if i will be back or not but i do know that i plan on finidhing this story unlike my other one that is kinda... ya know.. sitting there alone.

Question of the chapter!
If you could eat one food and drink one drink for the rest of your life, what would it be?
I would totally eat vegetarian lasagna and drink coffee. No contest

Until next time!
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

-goldie