Museum Invaders

"Where are you?"

"I'm behind you"

"Seriously. You had me looking around like crazy"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the same spot we were yesterday. Going home is depressing. Being alone is depressing. Can you come see me?"

And I did. 20 minutes after the last text and there I was, stepping out of the bus and walking toward the square gray building above metro center station. And he was there, hurried toward me like he was running from something and immediately we walked knowingly toward the the national malls without having to say anything. It's our favorite spot. The cold crept under the street lights and that dull looking concrete walls. Only small conversations went on between us. I wanted to ask about how he was feeling but we both knew it'd just make things worse. He'd already be opened to me a lot lately. I didn't want to pressure him too much. And I was afraid. Afraid that if he did say something, I wouldn't know what to say back. And I hate that dead silence. Sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate. I feel so much more than words could explain.

Our feet led us to the merry go round where we usually sit. But this time we kept walking until we reached the museum nearby. "Let's do something crazy" I said and he'd told me no way almost immediately. I urged him twice and gave him a couple reasons to be crazy but he didn't seem to agree so there was no use arguing. I started walking again but we didn't get that far. He took me by the hand and It all happened so fast. We'd jumped from the tiny little wall and the next thing I knew we were already inside the park of the museum.

It was pretty darn impossible for someone like me to do such thing. I didn't know what was in me that day but I loved it. We started cracking up and looked at each other disbelieved. I tried to keep my laugh down as we entered to the center of the park. I didn't know exactly where we were. It was a kind of park-like museum. The only thing I was certain was they'd already close. Patrick, then put himself on a big black bench in the middle of the park and I sat down beside him. We both looked satisfied about what'd just happened. "And you said you didn't want to do it" I snapped and got a smile in return. The whole time, we just sat there quietly. The placed looked deserted but it didn't give me a creep. I was glad we were both in on it.

Everything was serene and the sky was as dark as black ink. There was no trees, no high buildings on our sights, just the opened sky and the yellow light from the glass museum building in front of us. Right before we even started talking, Patrick noticed there was somebody else joining us. The guard in a blue collar shirt was walking toward the building. Patrick signaled me to get closer and I ended up sitting on his lap. The whole time we kept quiet while the guard was heading toward the museum. "Let's go" I said and ran to hide underneath the big tree. But for some reasons Patrick was still sitting on that same bench. His eyes gazed at the guard the whole time. The guy was right across where we were and I thought for sure we would get caught. It scared the shit out of me. And just before I started to get even more panic, Patrick started running toward me, he grabbed my hand and we both ran up the stairs, trying to book it out of there as soon as possible. With Patrick helping me climbing up the fence, he stayed behind and less than a second, we were both on the grass ground outside the museum.

Again, we looked at each other disbelieved and started cracking up for another good 10 minutes - Candice.