“Ooooh,” Jonas said as more green and blue and red filled the sky. There was no response from beside him on the blanket. There really hadn’t been since the fireworks display had started.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’ve told you I don’t like fireworks,” Isaac said.
Jonas could hear the scratching of a pencil and glanced over. Sure enough, Isaac was drawing. Even with the small light clipped on top of the sketchbook, Jonas couldn’t tell what the sketch was of. But, Isaac was making a lot of quick hard strokes. Even more so when the next firework was set off.
“Fireworks are fun,” Jonas said. “Everyone likes fireworks.”
“I don’t,” Isaac said, and for the first time Jonas saw the fast strokes were to hide the way his hand was trembling.
God, he felt like such an asshole. “We can go,” he said. “We don’t have to stay for the rest. I’ll just tell Mom we’re going to go back to the house.”
But, Isaac reached out and clasped his forearm. “No. You’ve been so looking forward to this. We can stay. I’ll be fine.”
Jonas couldn’t bring himself to tell Isaac the reason he’d so been looking forward to this. That it would probably be the last full summer he spent here, at least for the next four years. He hadn’t even told his mother what he planned yet, but how could he do less than his father and brother had? She’d have to understand that, wouldn’t she?
“I was even more excited to spend the time with you,” he said. “No matter where we are.”
He caught the glint in Isaac’s eyes from the fireworks over their heads. Then, their mouths were fused together. And all he could manage to say was, “Aaaah.”
Yes, more from Jonas and Isaac this week for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I really do love these two. Though I didn’t know what Jonas would be doing after high school.