Homeless Vain

13

I was wondering about one thing.

Though it seemed like nothing big and I shouldn't have questioned it, but still the curiosity had been clouding over me like the endless width of the skies.

Why never did Kevin ask me the reason of my breakup?

When I told my girls about it, the first thing they asked was, 'why? you two look like a perfect couple all the time'.

However, it never happened with Kevin.

We all knew that Kevin Moon never crossed the boundaries, that he respected others' privacies. But, didn't he care about me, about us - as a friend?

My finger furiously tapping the surface of my working desk. I was diligently working on my new writing though it was weekend but my brain won't cooperate with me.

I had no inspiration right now maybe because of the boy who was renting free in my head.

The lunch date we had that day was a memorable experience I ever had with him. Not only because it was our first time eating together alone, but Kevin made the whole time with him as my latest favourite moment.

During the one hour we spent together, he sparked up some conversations that made him look talkative which he didn't before.

Started from his rants about his work, to the random talk he had with Jacob and Chanhee the day before, I found myself attentively listening to everything, smiling ever so endearingly at his jokes.

Last night I did talk to Evelyn about it. She had her jaw hung open all the time, brows furrowed as well.

"Since when he became so talkative?" she questioned and the realization struck me hard.

I wasn't complaining though. I liked this new version of Kevin Moon who didn't make us feel awkward for being the only one talking.

The old him would only speak one word whenever we talked to him about something, which was "oh", with blank tone and stoic face. Like he never interested to hear.

"Ivy!"

The loud and echoing yell from the hallway outside my room broke me from my stance, almost falling down the chair I seated on hadn't it because of the armchairs on both sides.

I wondered why my neighbors hadn't yet knocked on my door complaining about the noises which mostly came from my mother's voice.

It was super loud if I needed to be honest.

Before I could answer, my door was pushed open, my mom's head peeking inside.

"Call your friends to come over", she said, startling me for a mere one second.

"Why?"

"I baked muffins. Give them some".

And she disappeared behind the closed door, leaving me stunned, unable to process what had just happened.

But one thing for sure, that was an order.

Grabbing my phone, I rushed through my door and down the stairs. I better took a look myself at the possibly mess she made in the kitchen.

It wasn't a mess like a mess. Only me assuming it that way because in a home with two humans living together, my mother tended to cook or bake something that more than enough for 10 persons.

"This is a real deal, mother", I blinked upon seeing the counter that was full with muffins. "Who's gonna finish these?"

She heaved a sigh, looking at me like I was the real deal instead.