Chapter 8: Heartfelt Hours

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          I woke up in my bed, still tired from yesterday. Besides going to the arcade, the pizzeria and the park, we spent a good amount of time playing truth or dare. Oh my lord. This little moment happened:

(FLASHBACK)

"Alright, Wes." Fred started, with his mischievous look. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Wes answered.

"That's easy, who's your crush?" John said, putting himself in the middle.

"You guys have some very original ideas right?"

"Come on, just say who." I said.

Wes looked at me for a second. Holy shit I felt this look in my soul.

"Nah, I think you guys will stay curious." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It can't be that bad. Is it a celebrity?" Sam asked.

"Come on, everyone has a crush on someone famous!" I said.

"Or is it someone in the group?" Sam continued, looking at me.

I looked at him with an annoyed face.

"I'll not tell." Wes said, annoyed but grinning.

(END OF THE FLASHBACK)

          I really wanted to know who it was. Whatever.

          I went downstairs and found my dad making breakfast. It was scrambled eggs.

"Good morning, honey! How was your sleep?" He asked.

"Morning, it was good, thanks." I answered.

"Good. Sit there." He said.

          When we finished eating and tidying up the kitchen, I went to get ready.I planned to spend the day alone. As for what to wear, I chose a simple black long sleeve blouse, black cargo pants and boots. My room was very messy, to a level that even I found uncomfortable, so I decided to tidy it up.

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          As soon as the clock showed that it was 3:30 pm, I left the house and started walking alone through the streets. I was carrying with me a camera, my cell phone, my small notebook with a pen and my headphones. I decided to go to a local Coffee Shop and started listening to music along the way.

And when the clothes are strewn
Don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast
Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end"

          I sang the songs in a whisper. When I arrived at the cafe, I was greeted by a sweet smell mixed with salty. I ordered a classic vanilla latte with oat milk. I was writing random sentences and words on one of the sheets of paper in my notebook while waiting for my coffee.

      Happiness. Happiness is a butterfly. It flies back and forth, settling for a short or long time and staying away for a long or short time.

       If I could only tell you I love you.

  Help me to take my soul out of this hell.

Love
     Life                              Black Hole Sun,
          Die                        won't you come,
                                         and wash away the rain?

       I wish I could run out of this big world just                    to have a         little time if silence.

         As I was writing this sort of thing, I felt an arm being wrapped around my shoulders. I got scared for seconds.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" I said, laughing after I saw who was there.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Wes said while squeezing me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Same as you, for a coffee." He said, pointing for my cup. "Also I somehow knew that you would be here, so I came."

I laughed.

After a few minutes, he asked me: "So, do you wanna go for a walk with me?"

"Yeah, sure!" I said, closing my notebook.

          We paid and went for our walk. It was calm, I felt at peace. I felt something for him, something that scared me a little. I was in love with him. Falling in love was something I was very afraid of. Whenever I started to like someone, I always ruined everything. Everything. I was scared to lose him.

"You know," I started, "I've never felt so comfortable with someone as I feel with you."

"Um, really? I didn't know I was that special." He said, surprised.

"Yeah, I mean it. It feels like I don't have to hide anything from you, you know? While talking to other people I have to lie or pretend to be someone I'm not. You know the real me. There are things you know about me that none of those other fuckers know." I said, looking down.

"I understand you. I also don't need to pretend that I'm something that I'm not around you. It just feels normal." He said.

"You know my messy parts." I added, having a small smile on my face.

"No doubt, they're the best." He said, squeezing me.

Why am I falling for him that fast?

I wish I could be with him all the damn times.

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