Unpredictable

Chapter 24

I looked up at the Starbucks sign. I took a deep breath and entered, though he wasn't there yet. Which I was actually happy about, it gave me a chance to catch my breath. I ordered, mocha frappuccino in case you were wondering, and sat down. I looked at the name on my cup. "Oval". By now, I was used to it. I picked at my leather bracelet, and played with my straw.

The little bell at the door sounded, and he walked in, smiling all the while. He winked at me and ordered, walking over and sitting down. "Well hello there beautiful." I scrunched up my nose. "Oh come one. You have to admit that was extremely cheesy." He shrugged. "Maybe a little." He looked at my cup. "So how are you, Oval?" They called his name and he grabbed his cup, sitting down. I smiled at the name. "Fine, how 'bout you Michele?" He snatched his drink and looked at the name. "I swear, I have a fairly normal name and they mess it up too." I chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"So, tell me something about you." He said. I shrugged. "What do you wanna know?" He shrugged back. "Anything." I raised my eyebrows. "Well, I chew my straws. Like, all the time. I don't know why." I showed my straw to him. "Hmm. Interesting." I shook my head. "I'm sorry. That was really gross. Let me think about something cute and quirky." He laughed. "That is cute and quirky." I wrinkled my nose. "Nah, it's just weird." He poked my nose. "You wrinkle your nose when you're disgusted. That's cute. And something else about you." I tried to keep my blood away from my cheeks.

"Okay. What about you? What's something interesting about you?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Hmm. Uh, well, I write. Poetry." I raised my eyebrows. "Do you now?" He waved me off. "I knew I shouldn't have told you that. You'll never let me live it down." I laughed lightly. "No, no. As you know, I draw. We should make a book sometime." I joked. We had just finished and decided to take a walk through town. The sky was gloomy, but the rain hadn't came down yet.

He suddenly looked embarrassed, looking at the sidewalk and he walked. "I, uh, actually wrote about you." He pulled a folded piece of paper out. I gasped. "Can I read it?!" He chuckled. "I'd rather you didn't. It's embarrassing." I stuck my bottom lip out and put on my best puppy eyes. "Oh please please please please please please please please please please please PLEASE!!!!" He shook his head. "No way José." I scowled, then did what a girl who was raised in between two brothers would do.

I jumped on his back and tried to grab it from his hand. "Wha... OPAL?! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!" He held his hand high above his head. "GIVE IT TO ME!!" I yelled. "NEVER!!!" But he underestimated me. I ended up snatching it away from him. "Just let me read it you big baby!" I ordered. He scowled and folded his arms as we continued to walk. I smoothed the paper and began to read.

Eyes To Match The Sky

There once was a girl. Whose eyes matched the sky. Blue on spring days, warm navy on evenings, sometimes they seem to glow a hazy orange to go with the sunset. She seems to try to capture colors like these. In her large sketch pad. But the right colors never seem to take shape. Little does she know the correct shades are trapped in her dreamboat eyes. There are times when I believe, that her eyes don't seem to match the sky. That the sky changes to match her eyes. If only she could capture those colors on her papers, so that she could give them to me and I could keep them forever.

I had stopped walking, and looked up at Michael. He wouldn't meet my gaze. "Michael, this... this is beautiful." I took his hand and placed the paper in his hand, curling his fingers around it to grasp the beautiful words. But he put them back into my hand. "I want you to have it. If you like it so much." I could tell he was extremely embarrassed.

I looked down at the folded sheet. "Do you really think this way? About my eyes?" He turned away from me. "Every word." I sighed. "These are the nicest words anyone has ever said... or, er, wrote about me." He turned to me. "Oh come on. I'm sure you get compliments all the time." I laughed. And I mean I laughed hard. I thought he was joking. One look on his face told me he wasn't.

"Oh Michael. You've got to be kidding. Of course I don't. From my mother and friends sure. Others not at all." He looked almost offended. "Really? I just assumed.... well..." I quirked an eyebrow. "Well what?" "That since I thought you were so pretty, maybe everyone else did too." I didn't respond. I didn't know how. But I was saved by the bell.

Or the rainstorm.

This wasn't a romantic, "The Notebook" kind of rain. This was God trying to tell you you need to leave now kind of rain. Thunder struck and rumbled the whole Earth, or at least it seemed that way. "My car is about a block away!" He shouted over the noise. He took off his leather jacket and tried to put it over us, but it was no use. We just decided to run for it, but just as we started I stopped him. "WAIT!!" "WHAT WHAT?!?! WHAT DID WE FORGET!!!!!" I accidentally freaked him out. "NOTHING!! ...... BUT I BET I CAN BEAT YOU TO YOUR CAR." He smiled at my challenge. "I ACCEPT. WE GO ON THREE." I smiled back, happy that we could turn a bad situation into a great one.

We lined up together, soaked to the bone but not caring. He decided he would call it. "THREE... TWO..." Needless to say I took off at two. Michael began racing behind me, shouting, "NO FAIR!!" Causing me to laugh all the while. For some reason, I thought of my night with Park, when we ran in the streets. But I immediately expelled it from my mind. Right now it was just Michael and I, and nothing could ruin it.