Diary/Journal/Whatever is Manly

Chapter 11

"I do not mean to be rude but, it is quite tiring speaking to you." Misty told Tyler as they entered the library building, ducking under Tyler's arm as he held the door open.

"Ouch." Came Tyler's reply as he closed the door behind them.

"It's nothing personal. Just, this whole thing of you having no recollection of our conversations... is annoying." Misty explained.

"I mean, it's not my fault. My brain for the life of me, has not grasped the meaning of the word 'memory'."

"I never said it was your fault. Nevertheless, it does not lessen how much it annoys me. You see, the only reason I could tolerate your presence was because we had good conversations. But, now it seems you don't even remember our conversations half of the time, I figured what is the point?"

"You're saying you don't want to associate with me anymore," Tyler asked. His tone made Misty stop in her movements. Compelled by the defeat she heard in voice, she turned to look at him. Immediately she wished she had not, in that moment Tyler reminded her of herself. She had seen that look on her face many times before meeting Stacey, and she never liked the feelings that came with the expression. 

"Would you mind if I changed my mind because I pitied you?" Misty found herself asking.

"No, not if it's you." Tyler really liked Misty, she was different and she gave him new insights. He did not want to lose her, even if he only got to keep her superficially. 

"Then, as long as you do not disturb my work, you can join me." Nodding, they gave each other weak smiles, signalling they had come to an understanding. Together they weaved through the library until they made it to Misty's spot. Being in good terms with the librarians they had shown her a secret alcove for her to complete her studies in. One where she could get full bars on the free internet offered in the library. A perk, Tyler picked up on instantly once he had fired up his laptop.

"Wow, full bars!" He exclaimed, bewildered. He had moved to every spot in the library, and had come to the conclusion that he was trying to achieve to great a feat. But, here it was on his screen, proof that the impossible can become the possible. "How did you...?" Still reeling from his shock, he did not finish his sentence.

"I had insider help," Misty shrugged as though it was nothing. But, even she could not keep the small smile from appearing on her face, amused by his child-like wonder.

"That's it. You're not getting rid off me, I'm stuck to you like glue now." Tyler beamed, googling random items, just to see how fast they would load. Eyes transfixed on his screen, he watched item after item pop up on his screen with practically no wait time. Moving to download some additional lecture material he gave a disbelieving laugh, as the little download tab at the bottom of his screen told him it would be opening the file in thirty seconds.  

"The smile on your face, needs little encouragement. Appearing almost always, when little things... no. Forced by the power, of little things, yes that's it...

The smile on your face,
needs little encouragement.
Appearing almost always,
forced by the power,
of little things." 

"Did you just make that up?" Misty did not realise that she was thinking aloud, nor did she realise the extent of her stare directed at Tyler. Snapping out of her thoughts, she gave him a nod, as she moved to write down the words that had come to her. "It sounded amazing you know. Your mind is amazing."

"Thanks, but it was you who inspired the words so..." Misty replied bashfully. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked up at gave him a tight, shy smile, before proceeding with the task at hand. Looking at her, Tyler pulled out his sketchpad and started to draw. Misty could not help but think that the Tyler in front of her was a bit off compared to her other meetings. He reminded her of 'coffee shop' Tyler who did not remember her, he seemed more boisterous than usual. More free, however, she shook off not understanding her own observations. Maybe, he had just had a goodnights rest, from Stanley she knew that the art class had not needed to attend two of their lectures. 

After completing a substantial amount of work on both sides, Misty stretched taking a look at the time. Seeing that it was late afternoon, she decided to call it a day. Looking at Tyler she found him busy in his sketch book. He looked as though he was accomplishing great things. Misty never understood why literal artist got such a hype from everybody, considering one could get a million dollars from one scribble if they were famous enough. However, looking at Tyler now, she saw the same determination, and need she felt when writing. Maybe, her and Tyler were not so different. Standing up she went to peer over her shoulder, and she could not deny that she was impressed by what he had produced.

He had titled it 'The Power of Full Bars'. It had the wifi signal, but the top wave was opened as though it were a hinged lid. Bursting out of the opened wifi signal, was a pencil, paper, laptop and book entitled laughter with a laughing mouth on the front cover. It was simple, but the detail he had poured into it, elevated it into its own plain. 

"Do you like it?" Misty too busy admiring, did not realise Tyler had stopped his work and was now staring up at her.

"I'm just glad it's not my face."