One-Shot Stories

Dreams Do Come True

Once again, for the third time this week, I am here at our school’s oval, holding my sketchbook and my pen.  I love to draw anything I take interest in.  This time, I’m about to finish my sketch of our soccer team’s ace player, Kevin.  Since the day I started to sketch him, I’ve realized that I like him.  This is because he is very good in playing soccer.  How I wish he would talk to me, even for just one time.  But that’s impossible!  With so many girls admiring him, not to mention beautiful, I don’t stand a chance.  If only that soccer ball he’s playing with right now would hit me.  Just kidding!  Back to my sketchbook, just a little more details and this sketch will be fini—

“Ouch!”

Now that hurts.  What hit me?

“I’m sorry.  Are you alright?”

If I am rude enough, I would definitely yell to him: Do I look like I’m alright? But I’ll be a little nice to him.  And so I looked up to see who it was that hit me straight to my head.

“I-I’m fine.”

I looked down again.  It was Kevin.  He touched my chin and let me face him.

“I knew it.  You’re not okay.  Your nose is bleeding,” he said sounding worried.

“I’ll bring you to the clinic.  Can you walk?”

I nodded and slowly stood up but fell right back to the chairs.  I feel dizzy.  He held me up to his arms and carried me like a princess.  I looked up to him.  He looks like he’s worried.  I hope my cheeks aren’t turning red.

“T-thank you,” I whispered which is more likely for him not hear.  But to my surprise, he replied to my gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” he said with his manly voice.  Come to think of it, this is the first time I heard his voice.  And because of too much dizziness, I rested my eyes.

I woke up at the clinic.  It’s half past six o’clock.  I sat on my bed.  My head still hurts.

“Are you okay now?”, the nurse asked.

“My head still hurts.”

“It’s the side effect of the medicine I let you drank for the bleeding of your nose.  Just rest well this night and your head will not hurt anymore tomorrow.  Ah!  You better go home already.  It’s getting late.  Someone’s here to walk you home since you’re still not feeling well.”

I looked around the clinic and saw Kevin.  He stood up carrying his bag, together with mine.

“Let’s go home together,” he said smiling a soft smile.  Too cute! J

I nodded and went down my bed.  I’m still feeling dizzy so he helped me walk outside the school building.  He’s going to walk me home through his bicycle.  I rode at the back of his bicycle and clutched his shirt.

He giggled.

“You’ll fall if you would only clutch my shirt.”

He held my hand and let it wrap around his waist.  It’s nice that I’m at his back so he won’t see me blushing so hard.

“Thank you,” I whispered.  This time, he probably didn’t hear it since the street cars were too loud.

The bicycle ride was a very silent ride, but I’m happy.  I never thought I would experience this.  By the time we came to my home, the bell rang.  The bell rang?

. . .

I opened my eyes.  It was just a dream. I fell asleep during the last subject.

Today’s the third day and the last day I’ll be going to the oval.  I’m going to finish my sketch today.  I went there and seated at the front row to get a better view from him.  I concentrated on my sketch rather on their practice because I really want to finish it today.  After a few minutes, I’m done.  Soccer practice was also finished by the time I finished my sketch.  I stood up and started walk away when I heard someone calling me.

“Alice!”

I stopped walking and looked back.  I saw that it was Kevin who was calling me.

“I bet this is yours,” he said as he handed me my pen.  He smiled.

I smiled back and casually replied, “Thank you.  I must’ve dropped it.”

“You’re welcome.”

He went back to his team and I started to walk again.  Wait a minute, how did he know my name?  I glanced back at him and saw him smile at me.  I smiled to myself.  I was able to talk to him.   Dreams do come true.  

Mlle Maria ☆