Strange

3. Rushed Feelings

I was the first one to broke off from the kiss. I look at him and he does not look confuse or mad of what I just did. He looks like he was thankful or pleased with it. That's what I get from his look, don't come for me. But not to mention that he replied back to my kiss. I don't know what to do so I just ran from there. I didn't stop even though I can hear them calling me. I didn't care even though some people is looking at me. When I ran far enough, I stopped for a second. Then I ran again and went directly home.

When I got home, I directly went upstairs to my room. It's 6:45pm. The festival will end at midnight and yet I'm already at home. It was my fault though.

Why have I done that?

Why did I kissed him?!

I wrapped my face on my pillow and started screaming.

How can I face him tomorrow?

I think I can't.

But I still need to attend the festival, right?

No, I didn't even finished the festival today.

Ugh! This is driving me crazy.

I turn myself upward and stared at the ceiling. Well, it turns out that my first kiss was wild. He kisses like a professional. I don't know if I did well though.

Stop thinking about it!

I only met him yesterday and it's not even a day since we became friends. How can I act so rush? I hate my life decisions. I regret that I kissed him.

No, you didn't...

I really did!

You liked it very much

No!

Yes, you did

Well, it's not a bad kiss...

I have known my sexuality since I was fourteen. I like girls but I can't help to like boys too. I found out that's it's called bisexual. But I never got in a relationship yet. I only told Sabrina about it and I didn't regret telling it on her. She's very proud when I told her.

An hour passed, I'm still thinking about what happened. I can't get it out on my mind. No matter what I think, it will just lead up to that. I looked on my arm, I'm still wearing the bracelet he bought me earlier. I don't know why I started to smile. Do I regret what I did earlier? Probably... But probably not.

I got up and sat on the chair beside my bed. I opened my bag to got my diary out. I put it on the table and opened the first page. I wrote "7 wonderful nights on the Festival" I turned the page and wrote "The Very First Night" I didn't know if what's happening there now. I'm just gonna write what had happened to me earlier.

Dear readers,
(September 17, 1997)

It was the very first night of the festival. The decorations on the street were extremely pleasing to the eyes. The bright yellow banners and the parade were extraordinary. Their performance never disappoints. The flying of the lanterns were like a thousand stars at the sky.

Amazed,
Miguel

Well that's just very short and forced. Nevermind, I closed my notebook and went lying on the bed again—face and body down. My mind went back to Cedric. I should think of how I will explain it to him or I could just hide from him. Yes, I'm just gonna stay home for the rest of the week.

Not a bad idea, Miguel...Not a bad idea...

As I decided to just close my eyes and sleep. I suddenly heard a noise on the window. It's like someone's throwing pebbles on the window. I immediately got up. I look around my bed and grabbed my notebook.