His Name

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The beach has always been my favorite place aside from my mini-library at home. The crashing of waves is music for my ears. The way the sand buries my toes feel so relaxing. And most of all, the way the water never fails to kiss the shore no matter how many times it is driven away by it. It sort of reminds me of my first love back in Highschool. I hated him but I still find myself coming back to him.

I lived in a town where everybody knew each other. To the poorest family to the richest, we all knew them. Our town was a 6 hour drive from our Capital so new residents were unlikely to happen. I mean, who would love to lived in a boring city such as ours, where arcade shops or malls never existed. So when a mother and her child came to lived in our town, we welcomed them with warm smiles and with great hospitality. The Mother, Evelyn, was a beautiful and a good woman. I have no problem living just a fence away from them except that her son was a, excuse my language, mother freaking arsehole.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked me during their "Welcoming Party" prepared by the town's people. When I didn't reply, he asked me again.

"Hey ugly, what's your name?"

"My name is Lois. L-O-I-S" I spelled out.

"Zebastian with a Z"

And just like that we started to hang-out or more like our parents started to hang-out and dragged us with them. We were forced to socialize and Zeb, took this as a chance to annoy the hell out of me. Constantly telling me how plain and fashion-less I am. But the hell I care about what he says.

Zeb was good-looking. With his green eyes and dirty blonde hair, what girl wouldn't drool over him? He's also easy and fun to talk with so the boys easily accepted him in their groups. He doesn't need to try just to "fit in" while me, I spend most of my life doing things I don't want to just to make my so called 'friends' accept me not the way I want but the way they want me to be. I would've had live my whole life thinking and being that way if not because of that one life-changing night with Zeb.

Seven months after they started living in our town, my parents went to a sudden business trip. Not wanting to disturb other people, they asked Evelyn, to let me stay for at least three days in her house which she happily agreed on. Saying that she always wanted to have a daughter. I protested but mom and dad would not take no for an answer so I sucked up all my complaints and obliged. After saying my goodbyes to my parents, I decided to be "sad" for the rest of the day. I lazily walked to my temporary room but not before noticing a cool window. It was connected to the roof and the view was magnificent. The sky was orange with a touch of gold and red, making the sea orange as well. The tweets of the birds travelling in groups filled the silent place. Nearing the window, I realized someone occupied it already.

"Oh oh oh, How was I supposed to know that you were oh oh over I think that I should go."

I rolled my eyes upon hearing the song. Just great. Seriously All Time Low? Not Simple Plan or Faber Drive but All Time Low? Nonetheless, I climbed up at the window. The view is that tempting that I ignored that what I'm doing will lead me being questioned by Zeb.

"What are you doing her Lo?" His eyebrows scrunched up in clear confusion making his face awfully cute. Not.

I ignored his question and continued to watch the beauty in front of me. I was quite surprised actually. If Lois and Zeb are together that is equals to disaster but here we are sitting next to each other, enjoying the silence and dare I say it, it's quite comfortable to be with him. Until I said something I know I'll regret.

"I freaking envy you." I suddenly said. His head turned towards me and he just stared at me, waiting for me to explain. When I didn't, he scooted closer to me that I swear he can hear the raising "thump-thump" in my heart.

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