Homeless Vain

18

Faye was choking on the special tea my mother served for all of us in which Evelyn rubbed her back furiously and I was left stunned, pondering ever so slightly, rethinking whether it was really my fault or the taste of the tea didn't suit her taste bud.

I obviously didn't do anything harmful to let her go through that accident. I was just telling them the truth while we were having a picnic in my backyard.

"You..." Faye coughed for the nth times as she pointed her finger at me, eyes brimming with painful tears. She sucked in a deep breath as if she just came out to the surface of the wide sea from a long dive, glaring at me. "Say it again".

I rolled my eyes, truthfully despising the fact that I had to repeat whatever I'd said. The spark wasn't that intriguing.

"I'll confess to Kevin".

"Oh my god".

"Are you serious?"

They were crazy. Though I wasn't sure whether they were glad that I'd made up my mind - thanks to Chanhee for brainwashing me, or they were just putting up a facade. But them squealing like seals in a show was somehow satisfying.

"I've thought about it thoroughly and somehow Chanhee was right", my head bopped, recalling every words the boy had said. "But I'll do something different this time".

Both of them exchanging glances with each other before their eyes planted on me, anticipating of the next thing I might say.

"I won't push him for a relationship. I'll just tell him how I feel about him".

Faye crossed her arms, a fluffy grey cloud was hanging over her head. I wondered what it was and why it was there at the first place. Like she was disagreed with me.

And my assumption turned out right when she voiced it out, "so what's the point of confessing?"

"Ivy has a point", Evelyn answered on my behalf, shoving a piece of apple into her mouth. She raised her right hand in the air while chewing, signaling us to be patient. Because she surely couldn't talk as long as she hadn't swallowed. "It's sweet. Oh, where were we? Ok, I remember. My point is, a confession is not for an answer."

"Now, what are you guys trying to say?" Faye surrendered, both of her hands were raised high in the air, before they fell dramatically onto her lap. "If Ivy gets no answer from her confession, so what is the point?"

I groaned, tugging a handful of my hair rather aggressive. It was nothing big but the frustration welling up inside me was almost over the limit.

"You see", I scooted closer to the girl with my legs still buckled up, as if this was too important, to make her understand was important. "When your boyfriend confessed to you-"

"What is the connection now?"

"Shhh!" my eyes almost dislocated from its sockets as I shut her interruption down with a stern finger placed over her lips. "Just listen."

Inaudible chuckle was then heard from Evelyn. She seemed to be enjoyed just by watching us bickering over nothing. She didn't even bother to stop nor interrupt us, as if we were just a tv show she watched.

I heaved a sigh, returning my full attention back on the clueless Faye, "when your boyfriend confessed to you back then, he didn't even push you for an answer, did he? Do you know why?"

She wandered her eyes everywhere, brows almost knitted together. It was as if she was in a deep thought in which I didn't find any reason for her to do that.

It was simply her love story I talked about, nonetheless she almost looked like she was hearing it for the first time today.

Faye and her weirdness would always be my frustration - the mild one.