"I'll see you later then. " I said with a smile.
"Okay."
We both left were the last to leave the hall.
"Skylar! All second year and first years are meeting up tonight. You up for it?"
Rick asked me.
"And who's that?" He said pointing to zihan walking away."A junior and sure. What about you?"
I asked though I already knew it was a yes."No, I've got plans. I need to go home. My mother is sick. " He told me in a concerned tone.
"If you need help I can come along. I'll be leaving my job soon anyway so it's not a problem if it's now."
"It's fine you don't have to do that. I'll go now I don't want to delay." He said while looking down.
"...right, take care then." I waved him off.
[Fast forward to night]
I expected that here would be something to eat but oh well-
Everyone formed their groups and started playing various games. Jiyuan is along with his roommates."Jiyuan, I'm leaving now." I excused myself but as I went out Zihan was sitting on a near by staircase eating his takeout.
"Why are you sitting over here? Why don't you go in?" I pointed towards the door behind me using my thumb.
"No, they'd want me to share my food. Why are you leaving?" He asked as he closed his box of noodles.
"There's nothing interesting. You've got plans?" I asked as an idea popped in my mind.
"No, why?"
"Then come with me, I know a place." I said with a wink.
"Sure. Help me finish this then." He passed me a pair of chopsticks and started eating quickly.
"No need to say further!"
I took my violin from my dorm room and took him to a park.
"Violin?" He asked, looking confused.
"Yeah! I'm learning. Wanna play too?"
"No I'm not interested." He pushed it away.
"Oh come on! Are you trying to say I brought this all the way for no reason? You've got to try it." I pushed the topic further.
"I told you I don't want to! Just-" he cut himself mid sentence.
"I think I should go right now. I'll see you later." He excused himself.
"Uh yeah sure. Sorry." I shouldn't have pushed him to it.
"It's fine. I'll get going."
YOU ARE READING
the things we do
RandomSkylar, a writer with no life experiences of his own. Learning from observing the lives of others. A writer but still struggling with words and expressing his mind. An example of a 'perfect life'. But what's the fun if there are no problems?