Forget-Me-Not

7

"Your parents are cool," I told Timothy when we got home.

He laughs. "Yeah right."

I giggle at his words. I drop my purse on the couch before heading to the kitchen for a warm hot chocolate. I assume that Mrs. Frero and Mrs. James are asleep already, since, it's a quarter past twelve. I take make two mugs. I bring the mugs to the living room just to see the sliding window that leads to the backyard open.

I carefully make my way towards the window. I can see Timothy sitting in a lotus position near the window. He has his back to me while he keeps on staring at the sky. I'm standing near him but still never notices that I'm there. I let out a low cough for him to acknowledge me.

"It is nice, isn't it?" I said, referring to the sky that is filled with stars.

I hear him sigh. "Yeah."

"May I?" I gesture to the place beside him.

"Sure," he scoot away to give me a place.

I hand him his cup before I take a sip of my own. The warm drink gives out an audible sigh of content to my lips. I stare at the stars, trying to figure out a constellation but to dismay I can't differentiate one. All I could see are stars forming small and big triangles. I suck at this.

"Can you see the Big Deeper?" Timothy asked.

I let out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, please, like I can see it. All I can see are blinking stars or stars forming triangles or better yet, just a star."

He laughs and pointed to the star that shines brightly in front of me. "That is the Northern Star. It's located at the Big Deeper that is if my Astronomical side is right."

"You're not sure?" I hold the cup carefully in my hands.

He shrugs. "I've never been sure lately. Maybe, I should ask Tiffany about that."

I laugh. Tiffany Lopez-Javellana is Timothy's twin sister. They both look alike except that Tiffany's eyes are lighter than Timothy's and Tiffany's hair is much darker than Timothy's. Timothy is two minutes older than Tiffany, yet Tiffany insisted that she's the eldest between the two of them. Tiffany owns the salon that Timothy dragged me the other day.

They are both different in terms of personality. Tiffany is the out-going type. She just loves extreme sports, unlike Timothy who pretty much prefer to stick his nose in his books. Tiffany is a professional fashion designer. She mostly design dresses for the Hollywood's A-listed actresses.

"What are you thinking?" Timothy ask out of nowhere.

I look at him then back at the stars. "Just how you and Tiffany differ."

"How we differ? What do you mean?" He turn his attention to me. The warm cup resting on his thighs.

"Well," I place my cup beside me carefully. "She is very bubbly while you...well, you are you and — um — "

"Boring?"

"No! I didn't said that," I sigh. "Well, almost, you always think about work."

He glance at the stars again. "Yeah, maybe you are right."

I glance at him in shock. Did he just agree with me? "I — uh — I didn't mean it that way. You are best just as what you are."

"Well, let us ask the stars for guidance," he said before facing the sky.

I grab both of our mugs before standing up. "We better go inside. It's so late already."

"Yeah, we should," he grab the mugs from me, which I give to him.