"No one, not even Tracy."
I nod -somehow glad.
"Do you want to see it?" He asks.
"Um, no, not at all," I reply. But I really do want to see it, I want to see how the ink stuck on his body. Aside from seeing it, I want to touch it, I want to know how soft his skin is.
"So your turn," he tells me.
"I don't know if there's any, hmmm... I love playing jump-ropes, hid and seek, I love riding on merry-go-round, I just love being a little girl," I tell him.
"Wow. You know that feeling is the best. Being a little child, you don't have to think about anything, all you do is wake up, brush, bath, eat, go to school, play and play. Your mind so sound that you smile while sleeping."
"It fades," I say.
"As you grow, you start worrying about things like your grades, your life, everything. And that sound mind is hardly at ease. and people, the people you think will always be there, the people that made your mind so sound, just leave one by one. And every day I pray that my mom doesn't leave, even if we are not best of friends, even if we fight every day, and even if she doesn't seem to love me, God knows I cherish that woman so much and I can't bear the thought of losing her," I say with fragile voice. And I keep on being open to him, about my fears. I don't know why, but I love that I get to share it with someone other than Tami.
"Sam, your mom isn't going anywhere." His voice low.
"Yeah, my dad assured me he wouldn't." I tuck my hair behind my ears.
"Okey, let's ask questions." I wave out the sad moment.
"What are your questions?"
I put down my snack at my side.
"How many girls have you been with?" I rest my hand on my stretched-out legs.
"Three."
Fair enough.
"Favourite place?"
"Here."
"Favourite book?"
"The one I'm yet to write."
"Crush?"
"Um...I'll pass."
"What? you are not allowed," I say, and he silently looks at me.
"Okey. why is your hair always in a ponytail?" I ask. I have never seen his hair untied.
"Not always, I untie it at home."
I nod slowly, "Is that so?" I scratch my forehead and lower it.
"Sam, do you want to see my hair drop?" He asks skeptically.
I raise my head and see him smirking -warranting my reply.
"Um...I don't think -" Before I can finish, he unties his hair, and it drops on his shoulders.
He racks his fingers through it.
My eyes bulges, and my Jew dropped.
Before now he was handsome, but now -he's the most handsome.
"Sam," he snaps his finger at his face, interrupting my compelling view.
guess he knows it's his beauty that stole my attention.
My lashes flutter, and I clear my throat.
"Have you ever had a haircut?"
"Have you?" He asks back.
"Yeah, my mom cut my hair when I was ten."
"Why?"
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