The Space Between Us(4)

"My mom isn't making me walk to school with you, Charlie. Can't I just want to walk to school with you?"

I shrugged.

"Hey," he said as he crouched down to get me to look at him. "What does  this mean?" He shrugged his shoulders at me in an exaggerated way. I  exhaled loudly and turned to start walking towards the school.

"I guess I just don't understand why you would want to walk with me."

"My best friend just moved away and I use to walk to school with him  every day. I guess I just thought maybe you were looking for a new  friend as much as I was. I'm sorry."

Regret and shame washed over me. It hadn't occurred to me that he might  have needed someone to be there for him. I was too wrapped up in my own  unhappiness to even consider that perhaps, the boy who lost his friend  as well, might have needed me to be his friend.

"No, I'm sorry, Asher. I'm not good at meeting new people and making  friends. I've never had to. I lived in my old house since the day I was  born. My friends back home have been my friends since I was born. I've  never had to make new ones. I'd really like it if we could walk to  school together." I looked over at him, hoping the sad look was gone  from his face. I was rewarded with a dimpled smile.

"Great. I hate walking alone."

Asher and I walked to school nearly every day until, finally, we were old enough to drive.





Chapter Two

It was the Saturday before the first day of high school, and even though  I had spent a wonderful summer with Reeve, I was anxious for the summer  to end because that meant that Asher was coming home. A month before  school let out, we walked to school and he dropped the biggest bomb my  13-year-old self had ever experienced  –  well, besides my mom's cancer.

"So," Asher said as we slowly made our way towards the middle school. "I have something to tell you."

"Ok," I said, drawing the word out to emphasize my apprehension. "You're being very cryptic right now."

"My grandfather called my parents last night and told them that he  needed help on his farm back in Oklahoma. He asked my parents if I could  come and help him for the summer."

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.

"You're going to Oklahoma?" He winced a little and nodded his head. "For  the whole summer?" He nodded again. "You're kidding. Asher, this isn't  funny at all."

"I'm serious. I guess one of his farmhands quit and my parents think it  will build character or something if I go and do farm stuff all summer."

"But we had plans this summer! You were supposed to teach me how to  skateboard! We were going to ambush Reeve with water balloons every day!  We were going to fish in the creek under the bridge in the park. Asher,  this ruins everything."                       
       
           



       

"I'm sorry, Charlie. There isn't anything I can do about it. My parents  bought a plane ticket last night. I leave the Monday after school gets  out."

"We've got to cram a whole summer's worth of plans into one weekend?"

He laughed. "I suppose."

"So not funny, Asher. I love Reeve, but I can't imagine spending all  summer with her. Her idea of summer vacation is laying on her front lawn  in a bathing suit and flirting with boys," I said as I kicked a rock  that was in my way. The rock skittered across the pavement farther than I  planned and I winced as it came dangerously close to a parked car.

"You're not going to do that, are you?"

"What?"

"Lay in her front yard in a bathing suit."

"Oh, um, I don't know. Probably not." Then, suddenly, it was tense. This  had only happened a few times before with us. We would be talking or  hanging out, and suddenly out of nowhere one of us would say something  or do something that was new to our usual friendship dynamic. A few  weeks ago we were sitting in his garage and we decided to walk to the  store to get smoothies. He reached both of his hands out to me and  helped me up. He pulled a little too hard and I rocketed into his chest.  Not only was I closer to him than usual, but he didn't let my hands go  for a few moments. We stood there, chest to chest, holding hands, and it  felt  –  different. My heart sped up and my lungs hurt because I was  breathing so fast. I didn't understand it, but I didn't hate it either.  After a few moments he dropped my hands and stepped away.

"We should get going," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, but I knew he had felt the weirdness too.

"Yeah, the smoothies might run out if we don't hurry." I tried to be  cool and calm as I briskly walked out of his garage towards the street.  It was awkward for a few blocks but then something made us laugh, I  can't remember what, but then everything was back to normal.

Asher asking about me in a bathing suit was weird. But weird in a good way almost. I couldn't explain why I liked it, but I did.

The weekend before he left was epic. I didn't master the skateboard,  even though I tried, but we drenched Reeve every day until the morning  he left for the airport. She was so mad at us, but we didn't care. Her  recovery time was minimal and it was worth it to watch her scream as  water was splashing all around her. We laughed until our bellies hurt  every time. We spent one whole day under the bridge at the park trying  to catch the tiny little fish that swam through the creek there. We  caught tadpoles too, but we never kept any of them, always throwing them  back just happy to have actually caught them at all.

Today was the day Asher was coming back and excitement raced through me.  I missed him over the summer. We only spoke on the phone a few times  while he was away. My heartbeat did its explosive beating thing again  when Asher remembered to call me on my birthday. I wasn't expecting him  to call at all, it never occurred to me that he would.

"Happy birthday, Charlie," he said, and I couldn't help the giant smile that broke out over my face.

"Thank you, Asher. That is really sweet of you to remember my birthday."

"Of course I remembered your birthday; you're my best friend, Charlie." I  couldn't explain why my stomach dropped when he said the word friend,  but it did. I was so confused by my body's reaction to all of this. I  was excited when he called, but sad when he referred to me as a friend. I  was his friend and he was mine. There was no need for any of this  silliness, so I shook it off.

"Are you doing really cool farm things over there in Oklahoma?"

"Uh, I guess. It's just really hot and I am outside most of the day.  Lots of lifting heavy things and wrangling animals. But, I'm not bored,  so there's that."

"Sounds fun," I said sarcastically.

"What have you been doing?" He asked.

"Not a lot," I sighed into the phone. "Reeve is dragging me to the mall a  lot. We sit in the food court while she checks out guys. We sit on her  lawn in the front of her house listening to her stereo. Honestly, we  don't do much. She listens to the radio and reads, and I draw. We talk.  That about sums up my summer. Oh, and sometimes we go to The Range."

"Are you in your bathing suit?" He asked quietly.

"Right now?" I asked, confused by the question.

"No. When you're sitting on her lawn."

"Uh, not usually. She is most of the time. I don't know." I didn't know  how to answer his question. I didn't want to lie to him, but I felt like  if I told him that I had been in my swim suit on her lawn it would make  him angry for some reason. I didn't want to make him angry, especially  not when he's so far away. I just wanted him to smile. "This summer  would be much better if you were here," I said quietly. There was a long  and silent pause. I'm not sure why I said what I did, or why it felt  like it was really important but it was. And for another reason unknown  to me, whatever he said in response was really important too.                       
       
           



       

"I miss you too, Charlie," was his answer and a smile immediately spread  across my face. "I'll be back in just a few weeks. We'll start high  school and I will save you from Reeve."

"Meh, she's not that bad. She's just not you." Another sentence that  seemed to come from nowhere. "Anyway, thanks again for calling for my  birthday. Have a good rest of your summer over there in Oklahoma."

He didn't call me for the rest of the summer, and even though I would  always want to talk to him, I was ok with it. Our last conversation was  confusing enough, I didn't want to feel weird talking to him. I knew  when he came back home and everything went back to normal, all the  weirdness would melt away.

I sat by the phone, trying not to look like I was waiting for him to  call. My dad walked by every once in a while and gave me a small smile.