One Shots -Scomiche-

Na Na Na

"I know where the greener grass grows
You'll just have to follow to the other side
So let's go, tip toe on a tight rope
Falling's only natural, just spread your wings and fly"

Scott

I kicked the small stone in front of me, again, making it roll a few meters ahead of me accompanied by a small noise when it bounced against the sidewalk. A long sigh left my mouth as I accepted the situation. I was going to medical school. Not a day had passed in my life without Mom and Dad mentioning the place where they'd studied and fallen in love, and where they expected me to go. And now when the time was here with only one problem, it wasn't what I wanted.

It couldn't be that bad though. Around six years of my life and then I would have a good job that paid well, that was the dream wasn't it. "Not yours." noted a small voice in my head and it was right. I wanted to write. Poetry had always been my passion and I had written it in secret ever since I was little. It was my own private thing, only shared anonymously on the internet. Writing professionally, that was my dream. Too bad no one else knew about it so it was as likely to become true as me for example finding the love of my life today.

I kicked the stone again, this time a bit further away in my annoyance. The love of my life better be keeping an eye on me because I seemed to be incapable of finding them myself. I had lived through high school without even a kiss and it did bother me a little bit. Maybe one day though.

The sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly, warming my bare arms. The pretty and familiar neighborhood ended with a little park where children usually played after school. Now was early afternoon though, so I was alone in here. I should obviously also be in school but it was the last week before summer so nobody would mind. Besides, I really needed to get away from the too familiar environment for a second, even if it was only the nearest park.

I made my way to the nearest tree, sitting down in its shadow and taking out my notebook. I had come here to clear my head and what a better way than writing down my thoughts in the way I knew best, poetry.

My hand moved almost automatically, writing down confusing content that I might be able to work into something reasonable. I could easily spend hours thinking about a perfect line, but had gotten better at improvising as time had gone by. Writing brought peace to my mind, letting my imagination run free and trying to put the right words in the right order. I was in the middle of writing an extraordinary gloomy paragraph when the sound of someone whistling shot through my consciousness like a bullet, making me completely loose the thought I had before. An annoyed groan left my mouth and I lifted up my head to see who had found their way to my previously calm and peaceful park.

At first I saw no one. The park in front of me seemed empty but it felt weird since I still could hear the irritating whistling from ahead of me. Finally I realized that the person who was responsible for the sound was laying in the grass, looking at the sky and whistling a catchy melody, while clapping his hands against each other every now and then. Who in their right mind just decides to lay down in the grass and sing casually on a completely normal Tuesday?

Apparently this person. They just kept going through the same melody over and over, indifferent to the fact that there might be someone here who would love a little bit of silence. I waited patiently for them to stop, maybe even leave but no, after five minutes of waiting they were still there, humming and whistling and clapping. I was starting to reach the point that I would just go and tell them to shut up and let me write in peace. Just leaving the place seemed totally lame, I had been here first after all.

So I lifted the notebook from my lap and put it in my bag, along with the pens and the rubber. I then swung the bag over my shoulder and got up to attempt getting this unnaturally cheery person to quiet down. I neared them and once I still got no reaction I walked up right beside the lump on the ground and looked down into the young man's eyes. They were chocolatey brown, radiating warmness and happiness so overwhelming that I almost had to look away.