Grapevine-Fire

Derek Slick: So today's the, what? 13th? God, I hate that number. I guess I forgot to mention that I also have triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13. It's not as bad now, I mean when I was younger I wouldn't get out of bed on the thirteenth day of any month. The number used to paralyze me with fear. But I took therapy for that. Now the number just freaks me out. I usually only stay home on Friday the 13th. I dread that day. Must've been from all of the horror movies I watched when I was little. Well anyway, today should be alright. Gonna go to therapy and what not. I'm hoping to meet some cool people. Or at least some new people. It's

Fear. All consuming, all knowing, all over. It exists and it doesn't go away. It devours your thoughts, your actions, your family, your friends, your life. Take it from me. I have the most irrational fear of them all. Pantophobia, the fear of everything. It's unexplainable, really, everyone seems to think I'm scared of scary things that are all over, like germs, or people, or animals. It's not really like that. I mean I wash my hands more than a normal person might but I'm not afraid of germs. I just don't like them. I like people and animals and socializing and what not. It's like... there's this unknown entity that is constantly following m

~Chapter 15~ Before we knew it, almost two minutes passed of Lucy and I just staring into each other's eyes. Chad and Kaylid's snoring killed the mood a little, but we learned to tune it out. With each passing second our faces grew closer and closer until our lips were a centimeter away. I could hear and feel her breath. It was minty... I didn't know what to do in this situation. I just went for it. Our lips met and I could feel the heat of her blush on my cheek. Our hands sat on the ground, awkwardly entwined. I let go of her hand and rested it on her shoulder as her hands slowly stroked my leg. I still didn't know what to do at this point

~Chapter 14~ Lucy and I were just standing there, holding each other and crying. While Kaylid and Chad looked at us in horror. They must've thought we'd gone club happy. But Lucy and I understood each other. We could read each other's minds. We were angry, sad, happy, exhilirated, mostly pissed off, but we felt the same. I knew her pain, and she knew mine. "Um..." Chad piped up, trying to get us to move along. "Sorry..." I said, quickly pulling away from Lucy. "I guess it was our breakdown time." Lucy said wiping tears from her eyes. She looked at me with that warm smile and wiped the tears from my eyes. "You okay, champ?" She asked quie