The Imaginary

Chapter 7: My Love Makes Me an Apple Part 1

THE IMAGINARY

CHAPTER SEVEN: MY LOVE MAKES ME AN APPLE

PART 1

Let me explain what I was feeling right now. I was feeling weird. Yes, weird. I think I was hungry, or very much thirsty, dehydrated. But I think I was also happy inside, or no, just plain gloomy with a pair of sad eyes. Or maybe I was playing a goof, a jarwick, or a ridiculous ghost lover. But I was just being me. Yes, just me. Let me get to this straight, so that I actually start making sense. I was me, but not me. Okay, that didn’t make sense at all. Honest now, I was in-love.

You’d heard of this often. I’d probably earned the reputation of a madman obsessed in the chocolate feeling, so I was expecting. But it was different in this particular day, like the light had enlightened me, or maybe magically turned me into an apple. It was that type of emotion where you just sit in one place, pretending to be in meditation. But in truth, you were thinking of that special person. And then your face got the blood rush. Or maybe you didn’t know this, because I was really childish in my romance.

But, you see, I hated this type of thing. Believe it or not, I hated everything about romance. I meant that. In my second year at Level Two, I met Sarah for the first time. I didn’t like her, initially. But, then, like any other boy out there, the curse of love eventually got to me. I hated that, made me feel weak.

Fourth year, I had my first attempt at courting her. It was Valentine’s back then, and Sarah was really happy, because she received a bouquet of flowers from some guy. Okay, that guy was me. But I was being cowardly, so what I did was put in the note that it came from her secret admirer. I hated that, wasted my chance.

And just last year, she didn’t talk to me for three weeks. Imagine that, three weeks! I think it was that time when my puppy love evolved to something ready for full-time commitment. In short, our relationship had grown from a crush-basis to a one-sided love-basis. So, every time I’d talk to her, I’d stutter. I’d also avoid her. When I finally recovered, a bit, the situation got worse. She got mad and started ignoring me. I really hated that.

To make matters worse, this year was our first Moon Dance, and I haven’t asked her yet. The "they" people said that, when two attuned hearts dance in the full moon, they’d forever have a healthy relationship, and that the couple would be destined for each other. I was pretty sure every girl loved the legend. I mean, come on, it sounded really romantic, more than those fictional stuff.

But before all the love stuff, I had another ordeal. We were at Oblivion, finding clues. Silver had just thrown a stone at me. He was in his wispy form, and that changed his persona. Normally, and as a natural creep, he was calm and cool, lying on the air. As a wisp, he was a cute-looking comedian, who was always angry.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Your face, my friend, is going all quackers, like a peepish, newly harvested fruit," said Silver. Maybe he meant I was blushing. I didn’t know Image "people" had their own jarwick jargon. "Your pumping clover is pulsating, more than usual. Is it the girl? Are you clouded by her fake presence?"

"What fake presence?"

"Humans, I observe, admire the fake presence. They are never true to themselves. They would rather delve into those pictures in the head."

"Silver, that’s what you call thinking, or imagining. Don’t you people do that?"

"We are quite blunt, my friend." I already knew that.

I inspected this stone object Silver threw me. It was odd in shape, like a deformed diamond, and was as small as a pin. It looked like one of those Pluses.