We walked to the park, I say park it was more of a field. The over grown grass, brushing against my shoes. We found a spot to sit down and we just sat there, saying nothing as usual. I got out my iPod.
"Do you want to see my music?" I wondered, because I was really curious to see if he knew any of it.
"Sure," he replied, taking my iPod and flicking through my artists. He clicked on one by mistake, making music play out loud from it. "I'm sorry I don't know how to work these," he laughed. I laughed too, taking it out of his hands and pressing pause.
"It's okay, you're more old fashioned... Don't take that the wrong way," I told him.
"My records broke," he confessed. I looked at him in horror.
"How?!" I asked. "They're beautiful!"
"Fell off my shelf," he told me, running his fingers through his hair again. I was devastated.
"All of the them? Because you had a lot,"
"Most of them, the ones I like.. Broken and destroyed," he looked down.
"I'm sorry," I said, knowing he loved those records a lot.
"It's okay, not your fault," he said, nudging me. After that there was a long silence.
"My parents didn't take it well when they got the phone call yesterday from sir..." I said. I don't why I told him this but I felt like I needed to get it out of me. I noticed that I had grabbed his attention. "They never take things well. They don't like it if I get into trouble, they want me as their perfect child. I had a sister and we lost her in an accident..." Nathan stared at me and opened his mouth as if to say something but then closed it. "They've been so protective of me since and they always spoil me... I really don't like being spoilt. People always think I have a great life because I get what I want but they have no idea. I mentioned wanting a new bag an instantly they bought me the most expensive without asking me. I hate that because they do it so often now I can't be grateful and appreciate it. And it makes me seem like I'm one of those kids that are like 'daddy's little girl' and stuff like that. They think they make me feel precious, my parents, but it makes me feel this small," I said, gesturing with my fingers.
"How old was your sister?" Nathan muttered.
"What?" I asked.
"Your sister, how old was she when she died?"
"I wasn't born so I guess I will never miss her, if she were alive she'd be 19, she died when she was 3.." I said, wiping away a tear. What was I doing? Nathan nodded to say he understood.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I really shouldn't be upset I could have it worse, I don't even know why I'm upset?" I was trying to come up with excuses for my outburst.
"It's fine, I do it too. We all feel sorry for ourselves once in a while," Nathan smiled. I almost thought he was going to hug me but he turned away, breaking the moment.
Zoe had just told me her biggest secret. I was hopeless at this sort of stuff, I could never give advice. I felt like hugging her but it would be way too awkward so I got myself out of it. I felt bad for her but at the same time I didn't understand what was making her upset. I guess I won't understand.
"I've never told anybody this," she finally said after a pause. A rush of importance filled me. I suddenly felt like I must mean something to someone, it was weird..