Unrequited

Chapter. 7

I think I'm losing my touch. Lately, I've lost the passion to write. :/

ugh

x baffle :3

I wouldn’t have ever talked to her and I highly doubt she would’ve talked to me either if it wasn’t for that cold frigid winter night when mum spotted her freezing outside by the closed grocery store across from ours.

I was playing video games----The typical teenage guy thing to do on a Friday night when you have no life---when I heard my mum’s voice outside. I paused my game and sat up instantly. Mum coming home means food with her. I peeked through the frosty window and my eyes grew as wide as like maybe about an orange. That wide. I couldn’t believe the scene before my very eyes. I was frozen to the spot, but not by the cold.

My mum’s outside actually having a conversation with that-girl-from-english-class (I still don’t know her name) in front of our house. “Oh goodness me!” I heard my mum gasp in her motherly affectionate tone she uses on me too much. Her face was all squinty and upset. I like making fun of her when her face gets all sour like that. I know now, that I shouldn’t make fun of something so beautiful. I guess I now see her squinty face as so very beautiful because it is the face of concern, genuine concern. When this days, that is so rare. True, genuine concern…that is beautiful. I guess my mum’s beautiful in every way possible.

Mum removed her heavy orange and black---colours like it was Halloween in the middle of winter-- coat and draped it around the girl. “Oh you poor thing!” She wrapped her arms around the girl and started ushering her to the house. “Come on now. I’ll make you the best hot chocolate ever. I make the best. It’s true. If there was a hot chocolate making contest I’ll win for sure. I’m not arrogant. But, you know, if you have it, flaunt it. I mean gosh, hot chocolate making that’s a gift to flaunt----” Um yea, me mum’s a babble mouth sometimes. Pardon her.

She tugged her arm from my mum’s grasp. Her eyes wide. “Oh no, ma’am.” She stared at the ground, at the snow below as she started to babble something barely coherent. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“Nonsense!” My mum wasn’t taking any of it, and I bet, two seconds tops, she’d be marching home with the girl in tow. “Come on now.” And with my mother’s eyes…Who could say no to her?

She smiled at my mum and it was something I wouldn’t mind being the last thing I see before going to bed. I craved to see her smile again.

And I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help comparing her smile to Gale’s. I just thought, I thought that was the most beautiful smile ever, more beautiful than Gale’s even. I berate myself for thinking this, but her smile is probably more beautiful because Gale is all sunshine, you’d expect a smile from her, it’s nothing uncommon, it’s like rain in England, but let’s say, rain, rain in hot places, rain in deserts, those are miracles, those are beautiful, kind of like this girl’s smile.

So mum and the girl I have yet to find out the name of, trudged inside the house. Me momentarily forgetting I’m only wearing my boxer briefs---at least it wasn’t my favourite Scooby doo one---so I was all calm. Like okay cool. Black is cool. But not really calm at the same time. I mean come on! I’m only wearing boxer briefs.

Before I even had time to change, the front door busted open and in came mum and the-girl-from-english also known as the-girl-i-have-yet-to-know-the-name-of-plus-she-has-a-pretty-smile.

And I instantly went red.

Oh God, I’m embarrassing.