Musical Sketches ✔️

24| Playground

Past Marc's POV 

Elementary school playground, age eleven.

"Micheal, look what I found!" I exclaimed as I approached him with a small dandelion in my hand. "It's yellow, like your hair!"

"Marc, I'm blond," he stated. "Do you need to be sent back to kindergarten?"

"I'm telling on you!" I laughed as I raised my hand.

"We're not even in a classroom. What are you raising your hand for you buffoon?"

"Hey, I'm not a buffoon!" I pouted.

"Marc, what's love?"

"Love?" I repeated. "I mean, I love my parents."

"Never mind. It was a stupid question."

"No question you ask is ever stupid, Mikey."

"Mikey?" he scoffed. "What a stupid nickname. I'm going to flick you. Actually, I'll crack your rosin."

I asked, "Do you want me to push you on the swings?"

"As long as you dont push me off the swings," he commented.

I took his hand but he didn't walk along with me. He turned his head away from me, but didnt let go of my hand.

"Are you okay, Micheal?" I began, "Come on, let's go!"

"Your hand is cold and it's hot outside. It feels nice, I guess."

"Do you want me to get ice from the cooler?"

"No, just stand here with me for a little." Our eyes met and he smiled. We were still holding hands. Sweat dripped down my face, but I don't think it was because of the blazing sun. For some reason, my heart was racing. I just wanted to look at his face, nothing more nothing less.

Suddenly, a volleyball hit my head and I fell onto Micheal. Hannah ran up to me and said, "Are you two okay? Sorry, Vanessa is really bad at volleyball."

Hannah helped me up and I assured her that I was fine. I turned around and helped Micheal up, but he looked pissed off for some reason.

"Are you okay, Micheal?" I said. "We took quite the fall."

"Why did you let Hannah help you up? I had already gotten up. I could've done it instead."

"Well, she offered her hand and you didnt. I just took hers because she offered to help me up."

He shrugged and took my hand. "Let's go on the swings now."

The next day, my parents decided to take me to a restaurant to celebrate my viola performance in the United States of America. The country was definitely different from the United Kingdom and I felt awkward because I was the only one with an accent other than some Russian kid.

I looked out my window and saw a billboard of a man and woman being a happy couple. It was to raise awareness for an illness, but I couldn't help but feel a bit taken aback. I couldn't help but feel a bit odd because I wanted to do so called 'couple' things with Micheal. I knew I wouldn't ever be able to, though. That's not allowed, I think. Maybe it would be allowed if he was a girl. The thing is, he wasn't. So I had to keep my feelings to myself and let go of him.

Micheal smelled like kiwis, so I adored that scent. It reminded me of him. I wonder what the world would think if I were to fast forward to the future and be a sixteen year old dating him. If I were to confess, Micheal would surely say yes, right? I mean, him and I could be a tied note. Never mind, that was sappy.

"So," my mother began, "How's things going with you and your friend?"

"My friend?" I repeated, "Which one?"