IT'S MAGIC

PART I CHAPTER 6

“It’s Kevin Smith. My classmate in some subjects.”    I say, plainly.

            “But the way you’re wrapped around each other before you went home speaks of something more than that.” She then flashes me a sly grin. And it all sinks into me, damn!

            “What?! You saw us?!” I exclaim.

            “I didn’t, Kate.” She says with sarcasm. “That’s why I asked you about him, right?”

            “Oh, well…” I just say and then blow my mouth from inside, my usual mannerism.

            Camille then takes her seat beside me on the bed. “Come on, Kate. Tell me about him. Tell me what’s between you and him.”

            “Nothing’s between us Camille.” I say, raising my eyebrows.

            “But there is!” she exclaims. “Is he the one you’re telling me about? Is he the one that you see your childhood playmate in? What was his name again? Ron?”

            “Yeah.” I say, conserving my words.

            “Oh my goodness, Kate. Show some enthusiasm when we’re talking. Come on, little sis!” she exclaims. She really wants to know all about the information.

I give her a glare which hides a smile behind, and then I told her everything... not about Ron, but about Kevin – how we knew each other, how we became close, how he was with me, the way we are in which he pinches my nose and I would tickle him, about him drawing me emphasizing my eyes in his sketchpad, and everything that happened this day. My goodness, Camille is louder than me all the while, shouting, screaming and whatever else when I tell her some memorable events. Well, I just smile upon thinking of everything about Kevin and me. Well, mom even checked on us upstairs to know if we’re okay because Camille had been too loud that they even heard it downstairs, but not our conversation, only some of Camille’s stupid acts. After I tell her everything, she asks me one question that I couldn’t just answer…

            “Do you love Kevin?”

            “I – I don’t know…”

            “Well, it seems like you do; now, how about that Ron guy?” That’s the real problem.

            “I don’t know.”

            “Yeah, keep on answering me with ‘I don’t knows’ and I’ll give you a hard slap on the face!” she exclaims. We then both laugh. “Think about it, Kate.”

            “But Ron and I promised.”

            “The question is, did he keep his promise?”

            I don’t answer. But in my thoughts I tell myself that Ron didn’t keep his promise. He didn’t come back, and I guess he will never come back. But is that what I want?

            “Think about it, Kate. Break your promise, or break your heart.”

            I don’t get it. “Break my heart? How?”

            Her hand goes hard on her head. “It seems like you’re too innocent with these things. You’ll learn, anyway.”

After a while of silence, my mood suddenly brightens up so I pick a pillow and shout, “Pillow fight!” and so we did.

            I wake up in the middle of the night, maybe disturbed by the cool evening breeze that blows little by little in the window. I stand up from sleep to close it. And so I did. I see my phone. It’s not bad to check messages at midnight, right? I unlock my screen, and I received two messages from two different people, one from Lawrence and one from Kevin.