The Beauty and the Idiot

Chapter I

"No one needs to fear the unknown because every person can achieve what they want and what they need."
(Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist)

It's probably like 11pm, and here I am, sitting on a chair, talking with my crush. Wait, I just checked, it's four minutes before 11pm.
Hours before, we were talking about how talking in Latin and doing rituals will get the characters you yearn for the most. Well, I tested it out, it didn't work. But I surely confused my crush a lot with my sudden Latin.

Then we tried to recommend each other random songs, but we both heard all of them already. It was probably around 9pm.
Then, she had to go, so, I did something else in the meantime. To be honest, I just continued sitting on the chair and played a few games on my phone.

What else are you supposed to do while waiting for your crush to return? Something productive? Nah, I was waiting for my crush to return.

Who she even is? It's hard to even describe her, words usually aren't enough. And I'm not the poetic one here. I'll be real, I have never met her before. We both only chatted so far, and even after I got friendzoned by her, we remained having this great friendship.

Though, sometimes I think she wants to take a step further, or am I just imagining things? Love's complicated. It's probably my heart speaking and not my mind thinking. I seem to lose my ability to think around her anyway. Even if it's just a small exchange of a few words, it still makes my day.

We're used to chatting every day, lately we both were busier than before. Sometimes we have days of silence before breaking it with a small conversation. It's not the best, however, I understand she's busy with her things and her problems. A lot has been going on in her life at once, and she doesn't deserve any of it.

I wonder, how does she manage to go through like this? I know her situation got worse for over a year, but this whole time we both know each other? She probably only vented twice.

And we know each other for years.

I'm worried she might bottle it all up and just smile through it. I mean, everyone has their way of dealing with stress, but that's not one of them. I hope she opens herself to someone eventually, it doesn't need to be me at this point.

Ah, I probably have been boring you all, haven't I?

10pm. She comes back and we both continue chatting. Idiot me thinks it would be great to start with a joke.

"Thereee
Baaack
Am freee"

"Hello am free. I'm Ton, nice to meet you."

I'm not going to read out more of this conversation. It's been a bit since I dropped one of my bad jokes. We somehow ended up with me calling her toddler and her calling me boomer. All of that because I'm four months older than her.

After that, though, a small silence appeared.

"Sooo. What'cha doiiing, boomer?"

"Talking to a beautyyyyy, aaand also sitting on a chair."

"Talking to a beauty while sitting on a chair. Ayo, let's make a book out of it."

"Die Dummkopf und die Schönheit?"

"Close. Die Schöne und der Dummkopf."

"Crap."

"But seriously, let's make a book out of it."

Yeah, sure. She usually has the craziest ideas, but... Nothing against her, really, it's just... Who's going to read it?
Well... Me, for sure. Even if I'm not a fan of reading, I like her stories, I really do.

A story about an idiot sitting on a chair talking to a beauty? She's mocking me at this point, isn't she? But then she sent in the cover for the book, and I realised... She means it.

"Sounds like a kids' tale, really."

"But it won't, heheee."

The fuck does she mean by that? She's filled with crazy ideas, and some of the ideas are dirty ones. I'm worried she uses me as the main character and puts me through some of her crazy ideas. The whole plot is just absurd, but that's the charm of it. The absurdity.

"Let's start off simple. We need the idiot, who could be our idiot?"

"Ahem me ahem."

"You'd be the beauty, silly. Let's search for a nameee..."

And she drops this randomly. It's hard to remember sometimes she friendzoned me a year ago...

But well.

I start to feel tired, even my crush's crazy ideas can't keep me awake at this point. Barely manage to send the last message before I feel a heavy wave of tiredness hit me. I probably lean back, to be honest, I don't even know. Am too tired, I close my eyes and finally drifted off.