Dedicated to Afusat Shore (because as promised, and because I am too good of a friend.)
I came home with wet clothes and Annie and Bob started asking me questions. I only told Bob the part where Freddie pushed me in the lake and he laughed. Annie suspected that something was wrong so I told her everything that happened but I excluded the little information where he kissed me. Annie told me to be patient and that everything happens for a reason and that time itself will heal all wound. My heart felt a little calm but for some reason I don't really believe in that things happen for a reason. Maybe it does, but I find it hard to believe so. I asked Annie if I could stay home and cut school for the day and she said yes. I think she understand with what I was going through so she let me stay home.
Bob went to work, as usual, he works at the restaurant. Bob owns a diner near town and he spends most of his days there talking to the customers. The diner is a family business and his parents hand it down to him since he was the eldest son. Bob started working at the diner ever since he finished high-school and mom used to work there as a part time waitress. As far as I remember, that's where Bob met mom and where he fell in love with her. Well, I think that was the story because Bob hasn't talked about it ever since she died.
Bob told Annie the story once and I think she cried. Annie loved my late mom because they were best friends. I missed my mom. I never really knew her because I was too young when she passed away. Unfortunately, Annie had to go to work that afternoon and she said that she'll be home by midnight. I said I was going to be fine with it even though I could've use some of her company. I admit it, even though I'm used to it but I felt terribly lonely. I needed someone to stay with me but I had no one.
Annie cooked spaghetti for me before she went to work. I mindlessly watch what ever was on the television and reminisced about yesterday. The kiss. It was magical. On one hand I felt terribly bad because he had a girlfriend but on the other hand, I felt terribly happy because he was my first kiss and it was perfect. I thought about everything that has happened to me ever since I bumped into him on that day. My life has changed and I'm still figuring out whether I should be happy or not.
I flicked through all the channels and stopped at the MTV channel. I decided to stop being sad and gloomy all the time so I listened to whatever was playing. It was a song by Alicia Keys called Karma. What goes around comes around/ what comes back must come down, the music blared and the lyrics replayed in my head. What if karma hits me? What if one day I have a boyfriend and he fell in love with another girl? I started thinking about all this things and I started crying. I cried really hard for some reason. I've always been afraid of the future; what's going to happen, what will happen and what the consequences are when it happens.
I shook my head and the tears fell on my shirt. I decided to dance and this time, I was sure that I wouldn't embarrass myself because Freddie was at school. I turn up the volume when a Spanish song came. I started dancing by myself and just didn't care about anything. I sang random things I know in Spanish because I didn't know the lyrics. "Como estas tu puta eh como pourqe."
My very elegant dance was interrupted by a knock at the door. I was surprised so I turn the volume down and I walked towards the door. I peeked through the glass beside the door and saw a blurry figure of someone familiar. It looked like Freddie but it couldn't have been him because school just only started two hours ago. The knocking continued and this time I was sure it was him because he said, "Jenny open up, it's Freddie."
"What? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I asked.
"Aren't you?" he questioned me back that made me stutter. I smiled innocently at him and invited him in. "I got worried and I, um, wanted to check whether you were okay or not. You are right? Okay?" he asked concern. I nodded and asked him to sit on the sofa and I went to the kitchen,
"Want anything to drink?" I asked.
"Do you have coke?"
"Yeah, are you hungry?"
"Uh huh, what'cha got?"
"Annie cooked spaghetti before she left for work, you want some?"
"Do you even need to ask? Of course!" he said and went to the kitchen. I took a can of coke and put it on the table and served him a plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce. We didn't talk much afterwards because I think it was kind of awkward after what happened yesterday. I watched him eat slowly, which was odd because he always eat fast and messy. He looked at me with a strand of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth and he slurped it which made me giggle.
"Do you want some more?" I asked to break the awkwardness and because he was almost finish. He shook his head and pushed the plate after he had finish the food. We both just stare at each other afterwards without saying anything. We let our eyes speak to one another. I got up to turn off the TV and when I turned around, there he was, standing right in front of me. His eyes were as blue as clear sea, his hair covered his forehead and his lips were pale pink. He took my hand gently and brushed my cheek.
"Do you have any slow songs?" he whispered. I nodded. "What songs do you have?" I walked over towards the CD rack which had some of my favourite albums. The Smith, The Beatles, Jonsi, Nirvana & Nat King Cole. "Perfect," he said and took The Beatles album. He played song number four: Yesterday. He then took my hand and put it on his shoulders. He held my waist and held my other hand. We danced gently to the song and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Slowly, I put my head on his shoulder and we swayed to the song. Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play/ Now I need a place to hide away/ Oh, I believe in yesterday. The lyrics was perfect for both of us. "Let this be our song," he whispered which made me cry.
I sniffed softly and I could feel him pulling me closer to him. The song didn't last terribly long and when it ended, we continued swaying as the next song play, Something. "I love you," he whispered and my heart stopped beating. I looked at him, speechless and more tears flooded my eyes. He smiled and wiped away my tears. I wanted to say something back but I wasn't sure what. My mouth was opened but no words came out. He leaned in and his soft lips touched mine. I had a feeling that I couldn't describe; it was out of this world and it made me forget about all the trouble in the world.
He kissed me passionately, lovingly. He cupped my face and snuck his tongue in my mouth. I didn't stop him because I wanted more even though it felt weird. I could swear that he was lusting now because he started grabbing my ass. "Freddie stop," I said and pushed him away. I frowned because I didn't want to do anything that I would regret later on. He smiled and pulled me, giving me a cuddle.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself around you. I'm sorry," I could feel his warm breath as he whispered it directly in my ear. I hugged him tighter and without knowing why, more tears ran down my face.
I sniffled, "I love you too." I knew that it was an awfully big response with such meaning but I did, I love him.
I came home with wet clothes and Annie and Bob started asking me questions. I only told Bob the part where Freddie pushed me in the lake and he laughed. Annie suspected that something was wrong so I told her everything that happened but I excluded the little information where he kissed me. Annie told me to be patient and that everything happens for a reason and that time itself will heal all wound. My heart felt a little calm but for some reason I don't really believe in that things happen for a reason. Maybe it does, but I find it hard to believe so. I asked Annie if I could stay home and cut school for the day and she said yes. I think she understand with what I was going through so she let me stay home.
Bob went to work, as usual, he works at the restaurant. Bob owns a diner near town and he spends most of his days there talking to the customers. The diner is a family business and his parents hand it down to him since he was the eldest son. Bob started working at the diner ever since he finished high-school and mom used to work there as a part time waitress. As far as I remember, that's where Bob met mom and where he fell in love with her. Well, I think that was the story because Bob hasn't talked about it ever since she died.
Bob told Annie the story once and I think she cried. Annie loved my late mom because they were best friends. I missed my mom. I never really knew her because I was too young when she passed away. Unfortunately, Annie had to go to work that afternoon and she said that she'll be home by midnight. I said I was going to be fine with it even though I could've use some of her company. I admit it, even though I'm used to it but I felt terribly lonely. I needed someone to stay with me but I had no one.
Annie cooked spaghetti for me before she went to work. I mindlessly watch what ever was on the television and reminisced about yesterday. The kiss. It was magical. On one hand I felt terribly bad because he had a girlfriend but on the other hand, I felt terribly happy because he was my first kiss and it was perfect. I thought about everything that has happened to me ever since I bumped into him on that day. My life has changed and I'm still figuring out whether I should be happy or not.
I flicked through all the channels and stopped at the MTV channel. I decided to stop being sad and gloomy all the time so I listened to whatever was playing. It was a song by Alicia Keys called Karma. What goes around comes around/ what comes back must come down, the music blared and the lyrics replayed in my head. What if karma hits me? What if one day I have a boyfriend and he fell in love with another girl? I started thinking about all this things and I started crying. I cried really hard for some reason. I've always been afraid of the future; what's going to happen, what will happen and what the consequences are when it happens.
I shook my head and the tears fell on my shirt. I decided to dance and this time, I was sure that I wouldn't embarrass myself because Freddie was at school. I turn up the volume when a Spanish song came. I started dancing by myself and just didn't care about anything. I sang random things I know in Spanish because I didn't know the lyrics. "Como estas tu puta eh como pourqe."
My very elegant dance was interrupted by a knock at the door. I was surprised so I turn the volume down and I walked towards the door. I peeked through the glass beside the door and saw a blurry figure of someone familiar. It looked like Freddie but it couldn't have been him because school just only started two hours ago. The knocking continued and this time I was sure it was him because he said, "Jenny open up, it's Freddie."
"What? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I asked.
"Aren't you?" he questioned me back that made me stutter. I smiled innocently at him and invited him in. "I got worried and I, um, wanted to check whether you were okay or not. You are right? Okay?" he asked concern. I nodded and asked him to sit on the sofa and I went to the kitchen,
"Want anything to drink?" I asked.
"Do you have coke?"
"Yeah, are you hungry?"
"Uh huh, what'cha got?"
"Annie cooked spaghetti before she left for work, you want some?"
"Do you even need to ask? Of course!" he said and went to the kitchen. I took a can of coke and put it on the table and served him a plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce. We didn't talk much afterwards because I think it was kind of awkward after what happened yesterday. I watched him eat slowly, which was odd because he always eat fast and messy. He looked at me with a strand of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth and he slurped it which made me giggle.
"Do you want some more?" I asked to break the awkwardness and because he was almost finish. He shook his head and pushed the plate after he had finish the food. We both just stare at each other afterwards without saying anything. We let our eyes speak to one another. I got up to turn off the TV and when I turned around, there he was, standing right in front of me. His eyes were as blue as clear sea, his hair covered his forehead and his lips were pale pink. He took my hand gently and brushed my cheek.
"Do you have any slow songs?" he whispered. I nodded. "What songs do you have?" I walked over towards the CD rack which had some of my favourite albums. The Smith, The Beatles, Jonsi, Nirvana & Nat King Cole. "Perfect," he said and took The Beatles album. He played song number four: Yesterday. He then took my hand and put it on his shoulders. He held my waist and held my other hand. We danced gently to the song and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Slowly, I put my head on his shoulder and we swayed to the song. Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play/ Now I need a place to hide away/ Oh, I believe in yesterday. The lyrics was perfect for both of us. "Let this be our song," he whispered which made me cry.
I sniffed softly and I could feel him pulling me closer to him. The song didn't last terribly long and when it ended, we continued swaying as the next song play, Something. "I love you," he whispered and my heart stopped beating. I looked at him, speechless and more tears flooded my eyes. He smiled and wiped away my tears. I wanted to say something back but I wasn't sure what. My mouth was opened but no words came out. He leaned in and his soft lips touched mine. I had a feeling that I couldn't describe; it was out of this world and it made me forget about all the trouble in the world.
He kissed me passionately, lovingly. He cupped my face and snuck his tongue in my mouth. I didn't stop him because I wanted more even though it felt weird. I could swear that he was lusting now because he started grabbing my ass. "Freddie stop," I said and pushed him away. I frowned because I didn't want to do anything that I would regret later on. He smiled and pulled me, giving me a cuddle.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself around you. I'm sorry," I could feel his warm breath as he whispered it directly in my ear. I hugged him tighter and without knowing why, more tears ran down my face.
I sniffled, "I love you too." I knew that it was an awfully big response with such meaning but I did, I love him.
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