Special Cast, Special Love [Logan Lerman's Secret Tale]

7

"I can't even remember the lines." The boy's face was annoyed, like he didn't care what ever was happening to him and he was frustrated at the girl for trying to interfere with him. But his voice though, was like he was pleading for someone to help him.

"Then say them over and over," the girl wasn't scared at the older kid's face. Even though both of them looked equally thin, but the boy was obviously taller and far more strong. He could push her hard enough that she could knocked into the ground and probably never woke up again, but the boy's angry face didn't even make the girl flinched, "until you feel like you can't say them anymore, until you feel like you were born to said them, until you feel like you are Charlie."

I opened my eyes and groaned as a sharp pain zapped up from my spine to my neck. I moved my legs and startled as something dropped to the floor. I shifted my body to look at what they were, books and papers.

Oh, I was doing some report and fall asleep on the spot. That explained why I was snoozing against the bed board-thingy until 2:45 in the morning.

I groaned some more when I slide under the blanket, laying properly on the bed. I closed my eyes, expecting to go back to sleep again but I can't.

I shifted my position on the bed a bit and sighed as I imagined how tired I would be tomorrow. I looked into the dark as I remembered the dream I had earlier.

I don't normally dream. But when I have one, this is it. It was an old piece of memory I had.

When I was about eight or nine my family used to visit Beverly Hills a lot because my grandmother from my mother's side lived there. Each trips never last less than five days so the twins and I made quite a number of friends.

One day us three were playing soccer with a couple of friends on a hill. I was wearing a set of white shirt and shorts and they were starting to cover in mud the more we played. I didn't want them to get any dirtier so I stop playing.

I was sitting on the grass for a bit and I got bored so I started to walk around. I thought that it would be nice to look at the houses and stuff from a high perspective, there were big bushes and I decided to walk through it (not literally, of course).

I saw what I wanted to see, the view was great. The thing that was even better was the area behind the bushes. The bushes was big and high enough for people not to notice the empty space. If you sit there in the dark when the sky is clear, I bet you could see the stars clearly and undisturbed.

Another thing I did see was a boy. His hair was the same color as the mud on my clothes and his eyes were so blue. He was a beautiful boy.

He was already sitting there when I first saw him. I talked to him a bit, but he didn't look too happy to talk to me. I was the most outgoing kid back on those days so I didn't care, I kept talking to him.

I noticed that he got a play with him, I asked him about it and his face kind of softened. He said his role wasn't important and I remembered that I was disagreeing with him entirely. I liked watching movies and plays (for children, surely) even back when I was a kid so I've admired people who were on those things. So when I heard the boy belittled himself I just couldn't left him alone.

I could still remember the thing I told him on that day. I felt like the thing I said was not me talking. It was too adorable. Children are so honest, hopeful, and kind.

"Why did you talk about your person like that? It doesn't matter if you're playing a king or a tree, every part is important. I'm very, very, very sure that your character is important too."

How different from the me I am today. I thought with a sigh. I should do something before I get any more depressed.

I slide off me bed and opened my wardrobe. A white soccer ball sat on one of the selves.