Its three-fifteen p.m on my watch. But I'm still out of nowhere. I seriously watching the skies. Its sodauntless to look at. I always loved nature. The way the clouds bumped to each other,the sun being oh so hot in the middle of the day,the trees where the leaves came from. And the source of our treehouse,where I m staying now. Its huge, one big window and a ladder,its beautiful. I don't get things usually. I do wonder. I do ask. But I think I shouldn't have to. Or she'll caught me.
As I heard silent footsteps from the ladder. I instantaneously put my earphones on in my both ears,and turned The Beatles song playing. I can't help but I know how she secretly walks,talks,eats,and even lies.
I can feel the peek of hers. Looking for me. I am already expecting the ridiculous smile of hers.. As always. Well she's there. I took off my earphones and lift up my head and saw her. Yeah with a smile, a smile she never let go,which unforgettable, like she paste it in her face with a gallon of Elmer's glue. Holding a tray with a pitch of lemonade and cookies with strawberry jam. I hate strawberry jam. I discussed it to her thousand of times..that I don't like strawberry anymore. I don't know why she's still forcing me to eat some.
Well. She's Avah. My best friend, I don't really remember where we met but we are really close ever since. We spent our summer being here at our treehouse, I remember the year grandpa Fred made this thick wooden treehouse for the both of us, and grandma rose who bakes a lot of cookies for me and Avah. We just renovated it,and make it more satisfying for me. I don't remember anymore those years with grandpa and grandma. Ever since they flew away to Canada,I don't spent my time asking for their situation,in a way cause they don't asked mine. They knew it, but still they leave me behind.
I swing myself to stand up in front of avah,who didn't let go of her smile,even the tray. I take a deep breath before getting some cookies and not pouring some strawberry. She then burst out about having some trip. I gabbled. She never asks of going out of town. She never did. She likes spending our time here at our private treehouse. I take a sip of lemonade in this transparent tall glass. I gazed at her like I saw a ghost. I don't get it.
"If that so,where?" I asked
She search the ceiling through the wall and moved her mouth and foot clockwise as she always do,in terms of unplanned speech.
"Beach?" She mumbles, I burst out laughing with the lemonade spitting out of my mouth. She hates water, well I didn't. I always liked water. But I promised her we are not going anywhere with water on. She got this phobia. I don't remember actually why. And I don't bother asking. All I knew is she doesn't like water. I was stunned by her movements, really weird and all. I Judd
Sedate hours once again. I didn't answer her offer awhile ago.
Cause its weird and all. I went home before dinner,because mom will get the hell out of me if I wasn't.I'm stirring my spoon at my food, it was a steak with a lot of green peas. A lot. while I m creating imagines inside my head, mom seriously watching a 15 year old teenage girl, playing with her mothers all time favourite dinner to serve. I still continue what I'm doing and when she can't hold it anymore, I heard that Monica, for the nth time she told me to stop. I glared at her, she was expecting it. I took off the napkin in my lap and let the fork clang in the plate and leave her with an another dissatisfy facial look in her eyes. I'm tired of it. She's tired of it.
As I rush ahead to my room which is entirely colored dark green,with the Beatles posters hanging in the wall, my bed which is kinda insane. Totally messy. I surely didn't expect I cannot see my clothes because of this mess, mom always scold me because of this, but I just don't care anymore, in fact,she can't clean it either. I don't want her to touch my things.
So she just let it be like this messy. I'm not in the mood also for fixing this mess. Its already a mess. I'm already a mess. Its hard to make these things appropriate and organized even if its organizable back then. Its just..... Hard.........
*Authors note!*
Hi! I create a new one. My other story was kinda tedious and loony haha. So this is one of the short stories. and I really make one because I've got to pass this after the so short vacation! Enjoy! So vote! Muahh :**
