Finding Me Through You

Secret Garden

We started off nice
Until my soul turned to ice
The cynicism
Just teen ageism

Cold winds attacked my face as soon as I exited my house.

As usual, my ear phones were plugged in my ears and I was listening to clouds by nightair.

And inside I'm pissed
Because how on earth do you exist?
Beyond the scope of my mind
Others are just in denial

I laughed at the lyrics. In denial. I wonder if Julia's right? Do I really like him? Nah, Probably not.

As I was walking, my phone beeps in the back of my pocket.

Potpot: Hey, feeling better baba?

I smiled. Nice to know he cares about how I feel.

I typed without hesitating.

K: Thanks to you, yes.

Potpot: are you trying to flirt with me? Haha

This is why I don't talk to guys. I'm a nice person, so whenever I talk to a boy and I act nice it's always mistaken with flirting.

K: No, I was just saying. I don't flirt with people I don't know.

I snubbed at him and put my phone back in my pockets and continued making my way to school.

I sat on the tree stump of this big oak tree. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my music.

It was freezing temperature.

My phone kept beeping so I silenced my phone and I ignored the world.

I put my arm around my head to cover my eyes.

I was wearing black fitted jeans that have knee cuts and I'm wearing a tie dye baseball tee and I'm wearing a cap with my slip on vans.

So it's almost inevitable for me to get cold.

I ignored it. I'm pretty much good at that.

I was enjoying my music when I felt something on me. I opened my eyes and removed my arms out of my face and saw a jacket on me.

I looked around to see whose it was and I saw DJ walking to the bench I last saw him on.

I looked around to see who else could've possibly given me this very warm jacket but DJ and I were the only one in this little miniature secret park.

I honestly don't even know how he knew this spot, given that it was very low key.

He sat down on his usual bench with a book a pencil behind his ears, one earbud attached to his other ear and holding his guitar.

I smiled to myself after thinking about how attractive he is.

I looked at the jacket on my lap. This has to be DJ's.

I smiled to myself and grabbed the jacket and approached DJ.

He was strumming while eyes closed and leaning back on the bench. Cold breezes flowed through his hair which made his countenance calm. He looked innocent, as if he's at his vulnerable state once again.