A small pendant floated above her chest, attached to her neck with a thin, metal chain. Strange that in a situation like this, I'm focused more on her than trying to enjoy myself... I watch her face, and see her lips part just enough to silently gasp for air; her eyebrows raise together like two hands praying.
"Oh my god that was amazing, I need a few mintues, but I want to go again."
That was a story about being on a roller coaster.
***
"Prayers don't go anywhere..."
I watched her hair sway across her shoulders. She was staring off into the distance, most likely not thinking at all about whatever she was looking at.
"Some people think they do" I said, "and what's wrong with that anyway?"
"I never said there was something wrong with it" she said, her head turned slightly, looking at me from the corner of an eye. "I was just thinking out loud. It may sound stupid, but that's the first time that I've heard myself say it... and believed it."
I started thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea that we had those extra shots. "She always gets like this" I thought, "What do you want me to say?" I asked.
"Nothing I guess..."
I knew she had been going through some problems. School was stressing her out. Her friends were sparse and distant. I can't touch her at times like this. I can't even put my hand on her shoulder. People close up sometimes, and they just think themselves to death. Maybe it's my fault that most of my friends are inclined to express themselves with their own self-realized truths of the world. A simple "I feel lost" would do just fine, but then again, everyone does sometimes...
I was silent. I stared off into a distance of my own, claimed a part of the skyline as my own apathetic background, and thought, "hmmm, okay, so prayers don't go anywhere. Why would she say that?" It was at that moment that I heard Susan's voice calling from below.
"Hey! What are you guys doing up there? Nothing perverted I hope!"
I leaned over the ledge to see her doing the same out the window. As she looked up and waved, her face... there was something about her face and her smile that made me want, very suddenly, to be back in the apartment.
"No we are just having a discussion!" I said with lousy conviction.
"WER HAVNG A DISCUSSHUN" she said back in a low voice, "just get back down here! You're missing the party!"
I smiled at her and leaned up and turned around to find Bridget looking at me right in the eye. She wasn't tense, or angry, but she looked sad. She looked like she had stopped thinking, and was now feeling.
"Hey" I said anxiously, "ready to go back in?"
She cracked half a smile and through it, a cold "Sure" came through. She turned around, and began walking towards the door without waiting for me to follow.
"Oh god" I thought, "What am I supposed to do now?"
***
Okay so that story might not make too much sense... but I haven't written any short material in months, so I thought I'd give it a go since it is SUMMER.
and in case my writing is not good enough, I wanted to end the story with the main character talking to god (but I guess actually swearing) since the girl at the beginning thinks that prayers are pretty much pointless.
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