The fading yellow light flickered
above the bus stop. The light signal across the street blinked red. The night
was moonless and particularly cold for this time of year. Black trees loomed in
the darkness and a light breeze rustled their leaves. Andy sat alone at the bus
stop. Her bare arms wrapped around her body, trying to hold in the warmth, her
mouth still tasted bitter from vomiting. She shivered occasionally, silent
tears streamed down her cheeks. It was too early for the bus and it was too
late to hitchhike. No one was awake, not at 2 am. There was a glow further down
the road, a car’s headlights. It pulled up next to the curb and idled. She got
up, wiping the tears from her face, and got in the vehicle. The heater ran at
full capacity, making the air inside the car thick and a bit uncomfortable. The
girl driving was in sweatpants and a Fleet Foxes t-shirt, her hair was damp and
pulled up into a bun. Her eyes were magnified slightly in her glasses; she
hated wearing them except when she was driving, even then she only wore them at
night. Seeing her here, in her sweatpants and glasses, a concerned look on her
face, Andy could feel her chest knotting up.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Jillian
asked her, she already could guess what had happened. Andy clutched her into a
tight embrace and sobbed. She was surprised, this reaction was unexpected.
Jillian had only heard Andy cry once before, and that was late at night in
their dorm room when she thought she was asleep. Andy pulled away, holding
Jillian’s hand. “Thanks for getting me.” Jillian squeezed her hand and pulled the
car out of the bus stop. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here. Okay?” Andy
nodded and rested her head on her lap where she continued to cry silently.
Jillian drove them both back to the campus.
Inside the dorm room Andy pulled
off her shorts and climbed into Jillian’s bed. Jillian placed her glasses on
the table and climbed into her bed and wrapped her arms around Andy, holding
her till she fell asleep. Jillian kissed her forehead and brushed her hair from
her face and shut her eyes waiting for sleep. They didn't wake till
mid-morning; the cafeteria would already be closed to breakfast. Jillian
carefully climbed out of bed so as not to wake her sleeping friend. Andy
stirred. “Please don’t go.” She mumbled, half asleep. “It’s okay.” Jillian knelt
down at the edge of the bed and took her hand. “I’m just going to run down to
the coffee shop to get us breakfast. Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you
know it.” Andy hugged her tightly and curled herself back up in her covers.
Jillian left a glass of water by the bed and quietly crept out into the hall.