It doesn't seem to take as long to get back to the prison as it took to get to the hospital. It also doesn't feel as awkward to be sitting on Carl's lap. When we reach the prison everyone exits from their automobiles. "Go ahead and find them 2 a room in the kids sector somewhere next your cell," Rick says to me.
"Okay," I agree. I turn to look at Katy. "Follow me." I walk faster than normal to the building that holds mine and Carl's cell. There are 2 empty cells next to my room. "Okay so Katy I guess you can have the one right next to mine and Mark you can have the one next to Katy's or which ever way you want it. It really doesn't matter just as long as you pick a cell," I shrug.
"Uh... do we have to have our own cell," Katy asks awkwardly.
"Well I guess not. Carl stays with me sometimes, but he does still have his own cell. I don't care."
"Okay. So um... Izzy I've missed you so much and we have sooooo much to talk about," she exaggerates the word so.
"I know. Just get settled in your new room and we'll talk a little later. We've got time," I insist.
"Okay," I notice that Mark doesn't seem to talk too much. Katy does all the talking. I mean not that it bothers me, but its weird. Mark used to talk so much at school. What changed? They both leave to check out their room.
I turn around. I bump into Carl who is closer than I thought he was. I stumble back and prepare for the pain of hitting the ground, but it doesn't come. I open my closed eyes and see Carl smiling big. He caught me of course. I roll my eyes as he helps me stand up. We walk in my cell and I take a seat on my bed. He sits down beside me and for a moment we don't say a word. "Maybe there is hope after all. I mean... there is still a chance that life can go back to normal at some point," I say, breaking the silence.
"Maybe," he agrees, but I can tell he really doesn't.
"Carl, sometimes I wonder," I begin.
"Why God toys with us. One minute everything is going good the next minute it all goes down hill. Or the opposite just as something terrible is happening something good swoops in and saves the day. There's never just an equal amount of both. There's either to much or too little, there's no in the middle," I shake my head.
"I think you're right. You have to have an equal amount of pain and happiness because if you have too much of both... that's when things start to mess up."
I look at him and really LOOK at him. Sometimes he says the most... amazing things that just shock the crap out of me. And I think he is the only person who can do that to me. "You know sometimes you really shock me," he looks into my eyes and I look back into his. The blue seems to engulf me and I am lost in a trance.
"Is that a bad thing?"
I cant think enough to form a coherent sentence. He smiles at my tongue-tied expression. He leans forward and I am saved from making a fool of myself. When he pulls away I am even more lost. Now I cant think at all. How does he do that?! "N-N-No," I stutter. "Its not a bad thing."
"Good," he smiles. "You loose focus too fast," he teases.
"I don't know how you do it," I cant stop the words from coming out.
"I could say the same about you."
"Shall we dance?" I ask in my best British impression. I want to get off this topic.
I grab the ipod from the small table beside my bed and search the songs. I play "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri. We both stand up and get in position. He stands in front of me with his hands resting on my hips and I stand in front of him with my hands on his shoulders. He is just a few inches taller than me. When the music starts we sway slowly. I have never been good at slow dancing so I let him lead. "How many girlfriends have you had?" I ask abruptly. He raises an eyebrow.
"I don't know. I was just wondering," I shrug.
"How many boyfriends have you had?"
"Well if you count a one-day-thing in fourth grade, I have had 3 boyfriends."
He nods. "That doesn't surprise me. You don't seem like the type of girl who would go out with a lot of guys."
I nod too. "They weren't even very serious, like a couple weeks. I don't think we even went on an actually "date."
"Same here." We don't say anything for a minute. "You know we haven't been on a real date yet. I think we should."
"Really? Doesn't that seem a little out of place?"
"No. We like each other so we should do something fun together. Maybe I can get us something to eat and we bring that black blanket and go on a mini picnic. I think it would be fun," he insists.
"If you want to," I shrug.
"What you don't want to?"
"Its not that. It just feels so weird. We just, we aren't like normal couples," I'm finding it difficult to explain what I mean.
"So what. We can do whatever we want," he snaps, but not in a harsh way, its more of a rebellious snap.
He rolls his eyes. "I'm serious. We should get the whole dating experience."
"Okay," I agree.
We stop dancing and I turn off the ipod. I lay down on my bed and Carl lays beside me. "Does tomorrow sound okay?"
"As long as I'm with you it really doesn't matter when, where, or why," he smiles. He always says things like this. It makes me feel so weird. I've never been good with relationships.
"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up later."
"Screw that! I'm tired too ya know."
"Then wake me up when you wake up," I say as I shut my eyes.
"Okay." I am already asleep as he says this.