Chapter 241

"Do you want to listen to my problem or not?" Clay asks me, an amused little smile on his face. I snap out of the unfocused daze that I have fallen into and I direct all my attention at him.

"Of course I want to listen, I'm your friend, what sort of a friend would I be if I couldn't?".

His eyes open wide in surprise at this, and i practically giggle to myself. You can always trust me to simply make him flustered at the mere mention of me being his friend.

"Okay then" he says, and his face takes on a very scrunched look, like he was trying to arrange some things in his head, some things which have not aligned properly and which would make whatever his problem was really, really, hard to explain. I mentally release a tired sigh at this.

"Are you trying to hide something from me?" I ask him and he shakes his head innocently.

"Of course not......, why would I want to hide something from you?".

I smile at this because of the fuzzy feeling that is running through my stomach, and I look at him expectantly.

"Okay, so there's this thing that I want really, really bad" he begins and my face turns into a grin at this. I know this game he's playing. I know the subtle game of concealment that he's trying to play.

It is one that I have played on many people, too many times to count now, and I played it oh so well. I had played it on father, I had played it on mother, I played it on Oakley, Scott even, it is one that I am best at playing and so him trying to hide something from me in such a silly manner is as endearing as it is stupid.

"This thing that you want to have, does it have a name?" I ask in the most nonchalant demanour, and his eyes open wide in surprise and mortification as he looks at me, something of suprise plays in his eyes as he tries to make me reason with him and not make this morning embarrasing than it should be.

I simply ignore that. If there is any way to get someone to become straight forward with you when they are trying to take twisty corners, it is simply to force them into saying the truth. It is the same way it had been done for me and so I feel no guilt pulling the same strings with him.

"What if I say it doesn't have a name?" he asks me, and I simply smile.

"Okay......, this thing that you want, what is it?".

He practically wiggles his eyebrows at me at this point and I let out something of a little laugh. I'm guessing that all my tries at being serious have gone down the drain now, because I have practically just giggled like someone who was drunk in front of him right now.

"Ignore that. So there is this game that I want really really bad" I nod my head and play along. "You see I want this game so bad that I would give anything up for it...., but this is where the problem comes in".