He just sat there, staring at me, day after day after day. I received a phone call from him once, he told me all this strange stuff about him being madly in love with me...things i refuse to believe...I told him "you are mad, stop bothering me and leave me alone or I'll send my dad to come out and do you". I was pretty mad that day and even more angry when he kept calling. I got my mum to answer the phone and to tell him i wasn't home, even though i was. I would watch him from my room and he would just stand there in the rain staring at the house, i don't know what he wanted and i wasn't going to find out. My mum eventually took him out a cup of tea which i begged her not to do, though on the inside, even though he was strange there was something about this boy...I wanted to know more.
My dad didn't like him, he's very protective but at that point in time i was glad, i didn't want this boy hanging around all the time. I remember once, i was at the downstairs window and i was just looking out at him thinking and wondering who he was and what did he really want? I was getting angry not being able to answer my own question and mouthed at him to go away, he refused. I could barely make out through the window and the rain his mouth saying "no". I thought maybe after the long while of shutting him out that maybe...i might let him in, not because i liked him, but out of pure curiosity. I decided to let him in. I was opening the door half scared, more of what might happen than of him trying to attack me. The other half was just curious...after such a long time of waiting, i was finally going to get some answers.
I lead him into the kitchen and we just stood there for a while, silent, it was awkward but somehow i felt i was finding thing out, just from him standing there. Finally i spoke, "i suppose this is supposed to impress me is it? I supposed this is supposed to make me fall madly in love with you and make me want to go out with you?". That cheeky brat had the nerve to say "not in that order, you could go out with me first and maybe falling in love would happen later." I was stunned by this, how dare he think i would go out with him, fall in love with him after all his weird stalking. I was getting furious at this point. "It wouldn't happen later, it wouldn't happen ever. It couldn't be like that, that would be too usual for you. You can never do things the usual way. You just think you're so different." He thought he was different, he even replied saying he was different, he was out of the ordinary, he also said he loved me. I didn't believe that he loved me, what would this boy know about love, he didn't even know me, not at all. He claims to know me, believes he know my moods, he doesn't know, you can't just decided one day that you are going to love this person.
He thinks he loved me the first time he saw me. What a cheesy movie thing to say, he claims the love he feels is painful, and i don't know why but i almost start to believe him. I made him a cup of tea after we had an argument about how love in the movies isn't real (he believed it was). He had an empty cup of tea in his hand, the one my mother had given him earlier. I refilled it, asking him if he always got what he wanted by standing around all pathetic, till someone felt sorry for him. What he said next was something i couldn't believe, he said he had never done anything like this before.
My dad came in at this point; i was mid thought, confused whether this kid was telling the truth or not. My father came to wash his hands, but both me and the boy ignored him, its liked he wasn't there. I started to realise something, but i wasn't completely sure what it was yet. I had almost grasped it when my father asked for tea. I made dad his tea, wondering why he was leaving the boy alone, he took his tea and left. After he left there was silence once again, but this time it wasn't awkward, it was something else instead. I finally realised what i was beginning to feel, i moved towards him and gazed into his eyes while moving his soaking wet hair out of his face. No one had ever stood out in the rain for me before, the feeling i realised, was love.
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