Our Sky Has Two Moons

Chapter 8

Who would've thought that I, Blossom Brown, will be late on a Monday morning? Who would've thought that there might be a slight, tiny part of me capable of regretting a bad thing done? Who would've thought that I, Blossom 'Brownie' Brown, would ever find myself in the position of apologising and then crying in a fight? Who would've thought that I, Blos-zom Brown, will become friends with... a stranger on the internet?

Who would've thought that I, Blossom Brown, would right now cease going out on a Friday night? 

Crazy, right? I know. 

Two weeks ago I was mad that someone dared to exclude me from the gang's activities; and yet here I am, with a clenched jaw and determinate eyes having refused all my friends' offers as for tonight. The truth is I'm not even sure why I did it... but somehow, I don't regret either. It brought me lying in my bed with Oreos and Nutella and the laptop opened through "The da Vinci Code" movie (it isn't going that bad – but the book is definitely better).

What I'm saying is I can't believe what I've been missing all those nights spent on the streets, hauling and rebelling like savages, when I could've easily chilled at home with a bunch of sweets and a good movie or book and I would've (1) saved tons of badly spent money, (2) enriched my filmography or bibliography culture, (3) relaxed and (4) avoided all the unnecessary fuss.

I don't mean that I regret anything I've done – I don't. I'm glad I've lived those moments and I really remember living them entirely. Maybe at that time I wasn't ready enough to be able to enjoy such a night indoors...

But I am now.

Even though my whole family is gone, I've closed all the doors and locked all the entrances, my window included. I didn't call anyone in and I didn't even dare to think about a party, unlike I would've done once. That would've meant too much stress. I just want to relax...

I'm surprised how long it's been since I last said that.

I just want to relax.

Carefully, I tasted the sentence on my lips. "I just want to relax," I whispered. It made me smile. It had the sweet taste of Nutella; it was delicious. "I just want to relax," I repeated, closing my eyes and continuing to smile.

"Wuat?" I heard through the laptop. I opened my eyes immediately, spotting, in the right corner of the screen, the small box with the faint contour of the guy who's just talked. Benjamin. Oh damn, I forgot he was there.

"Nothing," I answered as I continued to smile. He didn't insist. He looked somewhere else, as if going back to his business, whichever that was. "How is the film going?"

"Oh, it's beautiful. I'm glad I chose it."

"You shall finish it, then."

I nodded, still smiling. What was wrong with me! Too much smiling.

It feels like I've discovered a new America with this staying indoors of mine. I can't believe how right he was. It is definitely worth it. It is definitely worth it.

Two other hours have passed by, as I finished the movie and decided to let the fresh feedback for later.

"That's why it's fresh, chérie, it's now," he had said.

"But I need to process what I've seen," I had defenced myself.

He had pursed his lips. "I'm still waiting for that review later." I had agreed.

I loved talking about movies with him. I love talking about anything with him. Forget what I said about Silver – this guy was so open, you wouldn't even realise (even if!) he would try to lie. He's not necessarily the straight-forward type, as one would interpret, because I'm not talking about the honesty of words here. I'd rather say that his mind, heart and his soul are open, and that's what makes up for everything. His smile, his humour, his eyes, his posture are all bonuses of that great personality glowing inside and outside of him.