Lake Green

I frowned at my best friends failing to tie a knot for the boat. “Do you need some assistance?” I asked him. “No, I got this.” He growled at me in frustration. I scoffed and looked out at the shining, glistening lake. The wind started howling and the air became a little bitter. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest for warmth. “Wyatt, it’s going to start raining soon.” I winned. He looked up at me with a glare. “Dylan, stop being annoying.” he said plainly to me.

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1. Chapter 1

I frowned at my best friends failing to tie a knot for the boat. “Do you need some assistance?” I asked him. “No, I got this.” He growled at me in frustration. I scoffed and looked out at the shining, glistening lake. The wind started howling and the air became a little bitter. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest for warmth. “Wyatt, it’s going to start raining soon.” I winned. He looked up at me with a glare. “Dylan, stop being annoying.” he said plainly to me.

    I glared at him as he turned back to making a knot. I looked around the lake and noticed black, gray clouds heading our way. “Wyatt?” I asked and he ignored. Great, just great. I closed my eyes trying not to think of the storm heading our way. Then, I felt rain drops. The cold water hitting my face told me that the storm wasn’t going away. “Wyatt…” I said one more time, but this time it came out more in a cry. I heard a sigh and then some shuffling. “Okay, come on Dylan, I got it knotted.” I heard him say. I opened my eyes to see his gray ones looking down at me.

    I smiled up at him. “Okay.” I muttered. I followed him up to his uncle's house. His family didn’t have much, in fact he lived with his uncle and cousin. Wyatt’s parents live all the way in New York, and here we are in a small lakeside town.

    His uncle’s house a small blue thing. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom. His cousin, Dominic, and him shared a room. The house had a small kitchen and a tiny livingroom. There was no room for a table in the house. The only bright side to the small blue building, was that is was close to the lake and had a boat doc.

    Wyatt opened the front door and gestured me to go in. I happily did so. I wanted out of the rain and away from the storm. He followed behind me. Once the door was closed, Dominic came walking in the living room. “What took you guys so long?” He asked.

    Dominic was a tall, muscular teen. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was the perfect tan color. He was a funny and yet serious guy. Football and basketball were his favorite sports, but if he couldn’t play, then he would go swimming.

    “Wyatt couldn’t knot the boat to the doc.” I stated and I felt the glare that Wyatt was giving me. “I got it in the end.” He growled. “Yeah, but it took you almost an hour.” I told him. “Then I would like to see you tie the knot.” He said.

    I pouted at him. I was not raised close to the water. In fact, if Wyatt wasn’t my friend, I would never have gone onto the water. So, I have never learned how to take care of boats, of even tie knots.

    “Shut up.” I muttered at him. “Wyatt, be nicer would you!” Dominic snapped at him. Wyatt scoffed and walked down the hall. I walked after him, but only to be stopped. I turned to see Dominic preventing me from walking down the hall. “Why do you even want to call him your friend?” He asked me. I glared at him. “Give him a break, he has been through a lot.” I growled. He let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, but not as much as you have been through.” He said.

    I pulled my wrist away from him and growled again. I hated being reminded about my past, and he knows that. I turned my back to him and made my way to where Wyatt disappeared to. I walked into his and Dominic’s room. Wyatt was laying down on his bed in the far corner. I walked over and sat down by his feet. He looked at me with his gray eyes again.

    Wyatt used to have sparkling gray-blue eyes. But, what he has been through, they became dull. “What?” He asked. I let out a sigh and sat with my legs over his and my back to the wall. I made myself comfortable, and made sure he wasn’t. “You need to stop being so grumpy.” I said. He didn’t say anything, instead he picked up his phone and ignored me.

    I stared at him, taking in his features. His gray dull eyes that bugged me and scared me so much. His pale skin that and a sunburn on his forehead and cheeks. His short blackish brown hair that flopped over the left side of his face.

    “Take a picture, it would last longer.” He said and I frowned. “Your an idiot.” I stated. He didn’t look up from his phone. At times like this, I wish I could just take that phone from him and throw it into Lake Green. But, then what kind of friend would I be? “If you keep calling me that, then you are also an idiot for hanging out with one.” he stated.

    “It was a joke, you aren’t an idiot and you never will be.” I growled at him for believing me. “You have straight A’s, you are a nice person….you have friends, you have a home, and….a-and a….a family….” I started crying at what I was telling him. I was the idiot. I was the one you brought everything in my life on to myself. I was the stupid one. “Dylan, shhh….don’t cry, I’m sorry….please stop.” Wyatt said sitting up in his bed and pulling me into a hug.

    I hugged him back lightly and dug my face into his shoulder as my past flooded into my mind again.

    The sound of the rain hitting the roof and the thunder cracking across the sky. The screaming and yelling. The sound of a gun. The color of red. Then, once again, the horrifying sound of thunder.

    I couldn’t handle it. I felt like I was reliving it just thinking about it. But, everything that happened was my fault. It was all my fault. I did it to them. I did it to me.

    “Dylan, please stop crying, I’m sorry.” Wyatt’s honeyed voice brought me back to reality. I looked him in his dull eyes, but yet there was a hint of worry shining in them. He wiped a tear away from my face, but his eyes never left mine. “I’m sorry.” He repeated, this time softer. I smiled softly at him and back away from his hands, in which I had no idea were on my face. I used my hands and arm to wipe the rest of the tears off of my face. “It’s okay…..” I sniffed. “I’m okay….”

 
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