Tension

I was walking to the park, clad with winter clothes, head to toe. That was when I saw Holden, Holden Caulfield. I blinked my eyes but it was no figment of my imagination, Holden Caulfield was helping a little girl with her ice skates! He was even talking to the little girl. This completely surprised me since the last time I saw him, his disposition was irascible and despondent, especially after he lost his younger brother. But, other than that, he was a lonely, strange person.

Anyways, once the younger girl left with tremulous hands, I walked over to him gingerly, because he was easily rankled, and said "Hi". To my surprised, once I got closer, he looked strangely serene. But then again, he was a weird guy, maybe even a recluse. He finally looked up but didnt seem to rrecognize m, which explains a lot since he was drunk and telling me about some girl named Jane... yes, he is a strange, haunting guy.

"Hey! Holden!" I finally say rather spontaneously. He looked up with deep, interminable eyes and asked me if I wanted a drink. I just stared at him, not believing what I heard.

"Um. Do you even remember me?" I say, ignoring his question. I was, as any other individual would be, freaked out. But instead of freaking out on the spot, I just sighed and walked away since this reunion wasnt going so well.

"Wait! Jane, Bernice, Sally, Faith, Sunny, and..." he muttered, "Mari!" He yelled. Then thats when I turned around and regretted it after looking into his glassy eyes. Well, Holden, who I surmised was an alcoholic, is someone you can never get used to, no matter how many times you unfortunately bump into him. So I was pretty much electrified when the smell of cigarettes pervaded through my lungs and fogging my lungs.

"Yeah," I answered, regretting my decision of talking to him in the first place. I had pretty much gotten over the strange aroma that came from me, but it still left me dizzy.

"Can you, Mari, answer me honestly?" he says with an imperative tone.

"O... okay," I stutter.

"Should I go home now?" he asks, his eyes eager for the truth.

"I... I dont know, yes?" I finally stammer out.

His eyes flashed to an impatient look that made me bite back a scream, but just as fast as it came, it disappeared. He stood up as I stepped back, like clock work. He shook my hand vigorously and my hand slightly shifted to the pocket on my bag with my pepper spray in it (which I carried around after my last encounter with Holden on the streets). I finally extricated my hand from his tight grip. His eyes filled with excitement and ran off down the street. God, that crazy guy, I'm so not going to talk to him. EVER.