Feathers Of A Bird

Chpater : Eleven

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We sat by the campfire in small groups, comprising our good friends, or the friends we wished to be with. Me, not being the best person to have a conversation with, only had two people to sit with and talk to; Julie and Ryan. Julie, as I had known, stayed with her other friends who were looking all hyped. I didn't mind, I didn't even expect her to come to me. I was being good with not being with her.
A part of my brain was telling me that Ryan would be the one to come here and talk to me, even if the conversation was more likely to be boring. And the other part of my brain, basically the negative part, was telling me that I was misunderstanding his kindness and beautiful words with something else. So I controlled myself from wishing the best because when you hope for the best and the world seems to be abiding by Murphy's law, it hurts. On the other hand, if you just be silent and wish for absolutely nothing but inner peace, it may work and you MAY find inner peace. So, that's what I did, OR what I thought I did. Because when Ryan didn't approach me and went straight to the small cafe beside our cottage, I felt bad. Having nothing else to do and sit by the campfire and listening to the cracking of fire, I told myself,
"You're an enormous dumbass, you know that right? Now don't wait for any fairy tale to happen in your life and focus on the reality."

I sighed and took out a small notebook, in which I used to write my thoughts and later on, put them into the story I was writing, named 'Serendipity'. It was my first attempt or step towards my dream, becoming a writer.

"Cat, what are you writing? Finishing the assignment? The essay on 'Renewable Energy' that we were told to write before Wednesday?"

All of a sudden, I heard Ryan. I looked in the direction from where his warm voice came from and saw him standing right beside me with two cups of coffee; as he settled in front of me, he passed me one.
I smiled, put the notebook beside me, and took the coffee from his hand.
"Thank you, Ryan!"
I smiled.

He didn't say anything, just smiled back.

"And no, I'm not writing the essay on Renewable Energy! It's just my thoughts...but nevermind!"

"Your thoughts?"
He took the first sip of his coffee.

I nodded.

"Hehe!"
He unexpectedly said and laughed.

"What's with that hehe?!"
I asked.

"Kitty-cat?"

"Yes?"
I sipped the coffee. Cappuccino?

He answered,
"Can I read your thoughts? It would be like, reading your mind, right?"

I laughed.
"Yes, it would be like reading my mind!"

He smiled and playfully extended his hand towards me.
"Gimme, gimme!!"

"Not now!"
I gently whacked his hand.

"Why not?! I'm a good guy, I swear!"
He said.

"Oh my God! Of course, you are a good guy!! The reason I don't want to let you read it is, I'll be writing a book. Or at least, I'll be TRYING to write a book! So like, I want you to read it then!"

"A book?! Wow!! You're a writer! How fascinating! Please write a book on me! And remember when I said 'Katherine reminds me of an author'?!"