Let's Fanboy/ Zayn Malik

Chapter 14

"So, you're going to the camp?" I nodded at Lilac who then flashed me a toothy smile. "I really wanted you to. It's no fun without you,"-she spoke. That's probably the nicest thing somebody has said to me in my entire life. We were taking a stroll around a nearby park. It was the time where the sun is almost set to go down but, you could still see it peeking at the horizon, waiting to fade away to let the darkness take over. It's one of the most beautiful sights and one of my favorite things to paint. You don't get to experience that kind of sunsets anymore; there are so many buildings, roads and stuff. It's just a big, thick cloud of pollution and stress; that's what we're breathing in.
I sometimes have the urge to change the world; the urge to inspire people and to stop all the injustice and evil things going on around here like a superhero but, then I remember I'm the clumsy, Zayn Malik, who trips over his own feet.

Maybe when I would grow up I could use my paintings to get people to understand my emotions. I want to convey something important, something inspirational. I want to be remembered. There's a lot I want to do but, right now, I'm in high school struggling with Mathematics. A lot of minor things around me tend to get through to me the most.
 A random stranger could teach you a life lesson for all you know. I have many thoughts so; I decided to maintain a journal. As time passed, I got too lazy to write and besides that I had nothing to write about until- of course Lilac came and everything changed.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked down at Lilac looking at me with a confused expression. "I have been talking for ten minutes; I didn't even get a nod from you. You weren't listening at all, were you? Why do you always space out?"-She huffed and crossed her arms. I often zone out into my own world and that gets me in trouble. Sometimes in class, I would stare at a certain spot and forget that the teacher is speaking. Then the teacher would notice and ask me a question that I have no clue about. What comes next is embarrassment. My mom calls it a bad habit but, I call it being creative. That's when the best ideas run through my head.

I better apologize to this angry girl right now otherwise God knows what she'll do to me. Her back was facing me and she stared away. "Hey, tell me what you were talking about,"-I pleaded. She turned to me, frowning. "I was talking about our trip and all the fun stuff we could do there but, seems like you don't even care," "Wow, that rhymes,"-I chuckled. She shook her head and was about to turn and walk away again but, I caught her by her wrist and forced her to look up at me as I said-"You know how I zone out, I'm weird. Sorry." I could see her face soften up as I apologized then she murmured-"You're lucky that you're cute." I just laughed.

We decided to walk back home and just chill out together. "You own a guitar?"-She asked enthusiastically. "Yeah, I got it when I was fifteen; I was really obsessed with that instrument. I don't play it anymore though." "Can I play it?" "Sure."-I agreed. She sat on a couch across me and carefully set the guitar on her lap and started strumming a few chords. I began to recognize the melody, a song by Melanie that was called Castle. She started singing.

"Chasing you wherever you go,
just wanted to let you know
that being a Queen isn't all
I dreamt of.

Breathe easy babe, I know
you're more than just your skin
but, the color's ruling out before
you take control.

Is it you who wanted to
see me torn apart into shreds,
too late to be fixed?
Is it you who couldn't wait to
be kissed?

But, baby, tell me who loved
you when you said the clouds
were your home?
Now that I say the Castle's mine
you don't want to see me shine."

Hearing it in Lilac's voice was an absolute pleasure. When she finished, I clapped. I totally admire her. She took a bow and sat down beside me, blushing. "That was breathtaking, Lilac. I mean it. Make something out of your talent; go on a singing show or something. I don't want you to waste what you got,"- I suggested her as it was essential. She could make money with that voice. "You sound like my mom. She says that often."-She giggled. "I'm serious, Lilac." "Would you like to sing with me, Zayn?" I went on with it even though I don't really sing in front of people but, with her it was different so we broke into another Melanie Ryan song called Colored.