Sobersided Play

Chapter Three: The First Love

"Let's eat ramen," I invited him as soon as I stepped backward.

"Okay," he agreed which was quite unusual. For prevalently, I have to force him gazillion times before he finally comes to terms.

We were at the ramen house when driblets of rain started dropping. My face was staring directly into the window considering our seat was in front of it. It was very quiet there and all I can hear was the music from the store. It seemed that my mind really likes flashbacks so what happened just an hour ago came back again.

The way his dazzling eyes met mine was like a led containing kinetic energy that transferred to my hand to my face. The frosty hands and face I had went abruptly warm. I realized that his glasses were surprisingly hot due to it's long stay under the sun, and it transferred to my hand.

"Abegail," Jake started the conversation.

I split-secondly looked at him for I really thought he's been acting very strange, "What is it?"

"That Dodsworth," he said like he's gonna say a speech.

"Theo?" I asked to confirm and he nodded.

"We were playmates before," he verbalized. "We were childhood best friends."

I blinked and I remained quiet throughout the questions that's been lingering inside my head as the waiter put the ramen we ordered on the table. When the waiter finally left, I decided to eat the ramen and four eyes continued. "But things can never remain unchanged," he said. "Back in middle school, my eyesight became poorer so I had to use glasses. I was teased for being nerdy and Theo became closer to those group of guys who teased me."

"He was ashamed of having you as a friend then?" I interrogated. "That your friendship swept away?"

"I think that wasn't the reason," he replied. "Both of us liked a girl back then. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate for me because Christy liked me back. Theo was envious and he betrayed me."

I froze, "By Christy? Did you mean Christy Jane Andrade?" He nodded and asked why. I didn't answer immediately for I was busy thinking. Christy, the genius student in our class and the daughter of doctor Andrade. I then finally replied, "Nothing."

So weekend finally came and I was ultimately happy. My parents called me this morning and asked if how was my first week of school. I told them it was fine, but nevertheless my point of view about going to Lockmore Academy still hasn't changed, I still prefer homeschool.

I went out of our mansion and headed straight to the park to jog. I put my earphones on and I strolled around with my thoughts wandering.

I felt it was really boring so I gave Bea a call. We became friends two days ago for we were seat mates. I sat on the bench and after a while, she finally answered the call. "Yo Abby," she greeted. "What is it?"

"You and Jake are friends since middle school, right?"

"Yeah," she answered. "Why?"

"How about we meet today at the foodcourt? My treat."

After a moment or two, I was smiling hysterically, "Thanks!" I said to Bea when she gave me four eyes' phone number.

As we ate lunch, she spoke. "Actually," she paused. "Christy and Jake liked each other back then."

I was drinking a smoothie so I coughed, "And?" I diverted my full attention to her.

"In middle school, Jake was kinda popular. It seems like his cleverness was a major turn on for girls," she storied. "It's just that when we were about to graduate middle school when everything came up. His former best friend Theo ganged up with the bullies, who really hates Jake for being popular among the girls. So when he reached high school, he was entitled nerd."

"Although he really is," I added.

"Yeah," she agreed.

It was my turn to speak so I did, "But a different type of nerd."

Bea told me more stories about him, he was our topic all day. I was really happy not only to get to talk about him, but I was happy also for having a friend to gossip with.

At night, as I was just painting a portrait I though of him again. It's just that I think there's a super strong glue inside my mind and the only thing glued to it is him. I just can't get him off of my mind, and it sounds really corny. But I think this is better, than to think nothing but problems.

I was standing in front of my unfinished painting. I took a deep breath and I said to myself loudly, "I'm tired!" I then tumbled down to the floor. It was my weirdness again that struck me. "You!" I pointed to the unfinished painting. "If I ever finish you, that guy will be Jake and that girl will be me!"

My imagination are somewhat wild, and is very attainable to others but hopeless for me. In more understandable term, the painting I haven't finished has the scenery about a guy in the school giving a girl some million flowers while it was raining. The girl was firmly holding the cream pink umbrella while the guy already unclenched from holding the umbrella which made him wet as he looked aflutter on tenterhooks. They were surrounded by a group of bushes of beautiful million flowers with the rainy effects.

Well all of those are just my imaginations and not yet painted, but I'm planning to. The ones I've painted are the bushes, the rain and the girl who is imaginatively me of course! I'm too insecure to paint the guy and finish the painting for I'm afraid I might not paint him very well. Besides, I'm all parched up. I should take a rest and leave my imagination imagining me and him on that situation. Where he confesses blabla and that.

The next morning, I woke up again due to a the same cause. My phone was beeping so I answered it, "Who is this?"

"Hey sweetie," she greeted and it's obviously mom. "So your dad and I talked about having our second honeymoon in Hawaii."

Inside my head I just want to say 'ugh', but I kept my mouth shut. "Your aunt Jenny will have a vacation trip too so we guess Nathan will have to stay there," mom added with a questioning tone.

I don't really like entertaining stuffs that annoy me especially early in the morning so I ended the call and went back to sleep. As usual, I cannot return to sleep so I decided to get my phone... and text four eyes. I literally evil giggled, yes that exists.

With many trials and errors, I finally came up with a great good morning text. "Good morning :)"

"Okay okay," I talked to myself. I told myself to calm down and to inhale and exhale. I exercised inside my room by rolling and jumping up and down until I fell from my bed.

I then heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I said as I was still lying on the floor.

"Good heavens," nanny exclaimed. "Are you okay, dear?"

"Yes nanny," I answered as I tried to rise.

"By the way," she added. "Your friend named Bea is downstairs waiting for you."

I rushed going downstairs with my loose pajamies. "Bea," I said. "What brings you here?" I sat down on the sofa.

She smiled, "I figured out I might give you this." She showed me a notebook, no, it's a slam book.

"A slam book?" I asked.

"Yup," she said. "Jake, Christy and Theo wrote here."

"Ohhh," I acclaimed and immediately opened the slam book.

Jake's favorite colors are any shades of blue, shades of green and darkish purple. He likes writing stories, making poems and he enjoys blogging especially about the past; the old happenings and the old thingies with the traditions and lifestyles of our ancestors History teachers doesn't teach. He likes reading stories instead of watching movies based on books. He's a hopeless romantic and he had a crush, her name was Christy, more like his first love.