Reality Can Be So Unreal ~Nine~

.::RYAN::.

During a few songs we played, I could tell Mary was a little uncomfortable. But I couldn’t really tell why… not until I looked over and noticed a few of Jon’s friends looking at her funny… all of them were really, except for Kat. No, Kat was too busy exchanging gazes with her boyfriend who was rocking out on bass yet not really paying attention to what he was doing. (xD) After about five songs, Brendon asked for a break. Him and Lainnie walked out of the room together, smiling and talking to each other, kissing when they thought we all weren’t looking. All of the girls in the room had a face that said, “Aww” every time they did. … Except for Mary though. She still looked like she felt very uncomfortable. Every time some of our guests would look at her, she’d turn her head to the right and pretend there was something to look at. I kind of felt for Mary-- it was very rude. So, I sat by her to block their view.

Somewhat shocked, she turned her head. “Hey,” she said with a sigh.

“Hey…. Is something wrong?”

A murmur came out of her mouth that sounded like an unconvincing, “No.” She looked strait ahead and gently kicked at the air with her feet. “Are you suure?” I asked, annoyed that she just said, “Yyep.” and turned away again.

This was bothersome. Something was wrong and it was obvious. For some reason, I placed my hand on her cheek and pulled her face to look at me. Surprised at what I did myself, I jerked my hand away and ended up not saying anything. Mary gave me a weird look, but it eventually turned into a half smile. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said, looking at me this time, before I could even ask again. “I just feel really out of place.”

“Oh,” I said, nodding. “that’s understandable.”

“I mean, I just feel a little weird; you guys should have woke me up when you realized I had been sleeping a whole day,” Mary said softly.

“Oh, that… it’s okay. You needed it.”

“Thaat much?”

“Probably.”

She nodded and then started to play with the ends of her hair.

“You know,” I began, a smile forming across my face. She looked up at me again. “You talk in your sleep.”

Her mouth turned into a flat line across her face and she nodded again. “Yyeahh…”

“Don’t you wanna know what you said?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh God no, I didn’t even think of that.”

I laughed. “It was nothing really, you were just saying something about this guy… but you never mentioned who.”

“Huh… that’s weird.”

“Yeah,… so do you want me to introduce you to those people over there?” I asked, pointed to the little group of people Jon decided to invite over. “That’s probably why they kept looking at you-- ‘cause they didn’t know you.”

Mary smiled and said, “Sure.”

Just as we stood up, Spencer was suddenly right in front of the both of us. “Let me do that.” he said, handing me a piece of paper. “You take orders.”

“Dude, do I look like a waiter to you?” I asked jokingly.  He looked at me and squinted his eyes.

“Uhh I’m sure that was rhetorical question,” Mary said half smiling again.

“Thank you.”

.::Mary::.

Spencer grabbed my wrist and walked me over to where everyone was sitting. He started with a girl who had brown hair…

.::Lainnie::.

Brendon led me into Spencer’s grandparents’ room. It was very beautiful-- I hadn’t seen this room yet. The curtains were wide open, making the room extremely bright. On his way to close them, Brendon tripped over a small box on the floor, sending his face to the wall. I wanted so badly to laugh at him (which I did quietly where he wouldn’t notice) but instead I went over to him to make sure he was okay. I asked him where it hurt and he just said, “I’m fine.” and walked off… I let another laugh escape, this one louder. I shut the curtain myself. I turned around, Brendon surprising me because he was right in front of me. “You though that was funny?” he asked, surprisingly not smirking like I thought he would be. After only a second I thought he was actually angry, so I frowned, waiting for him to say something. But he didn’t. My frown grew as I tried to figure out if there was even enough reason to be mad.  But I said “Sorry.” anyways.  My head tilted down and I stared at my feet.  I started to bite on my lip and waited, hoping he would break the weird silence.

“Did you think I was mad??” he asked, lifted my chin up.

My eyes widened and I pulled his hand away. “Yes! Jeez Brendon if you’re not mad then don’t freak me out like that, I thought I really pissed you off.”

“Sorry… Are you mad at me now?” he asked, the tips of his mouth shaking, trying to hide a grin.

“No,” I said, hoping to disappoint him.

He smiled, which of course made me smile. Just as he leaned down to kiss me, the door slammed open. It was Spencer.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt you but you GOT to come see this,” he said, not quite standing perfectly still.

He was acting like a little kid all excited about something. Brendon grabbed my hand and we followed Spencer. He led us into the guest room and we couldn’t even believe what we were seeing…

To be continued.