A brand new saturday morning, I look up to the ceiling ... Wait, this isn't my room's ceiling, where am I ? I look around and see a Reena in an oversized shirt and panties, what is happening ? "Sorry for my lack of clothes, I can't wander around in oven-like temperature wearing pants" she says, I nod as if it's fine, no big deal, it's just my morning wood, happens to every other guy. She calls me Slowpoke and orders me to get out of the bed like I'm the actual Slowpoke and she's my master ... And I kind of liked it. She mades us breakfast and we hung out for a while, got to know each other better and I left to my apartment where I felt more .. Comfortable ?
I had no weekend plans, really. I was expecting to hang out with Jackson, have some drinks at home and watch some football games, maybe some late late night talkshows, those are Jackson's favourite anyways, not mine. Definitely not mine. But, since Jackson has a social life, he had plans and I'm just gonna watch his favourite late late night talkshows alone.. Okay you caught me, I'm the one who likes them. BIG DEAL !
While I was watching some James Corden, my phone rang and it was none other than Reena Summers, as I picked up, she seemed sad and was hiding it with forced giggles, but I know a sad Reena from a happy Reena, and there was nothing happy about her. She asked to meet, and I gladly accepted. "Let's meet a the park next to your apartment complex" she requested then hung up. I've never been to that park now that I thought of it, what does it even look like from the inside ?
As I walk into the park, I see her petite body reaching for some orchids, those were Sarah's favourites, I was frozen on that view, it's kind of just like looking back at everything, and I can't feel anything but pain yet a certain happiness because I have finally found "her". As I was creepily staring at her she jokingly says "most people would say 'hi' first, creep." I laughed and apologized then she looked at the orchids and said "These help me find peace, that part of me I have never had, yet I have always connected with, the colors are so nostalgic to me in a way, like I connect to it from another life" I stared at her for a minute and she just says "I'm sorry, it's late night philosophy, you'll get used to it in time." "Is that your way of saying we're buddies now ? It's kind of weird since just the other day I was creeping you out." I jokingly say, she punches me in the arm and asks me to shut up then smiles and says "You see, with you it's like I can smile, you're like an orchid garden always at my reach." I look at her and ask "What's wrong, Reena ?" she looks down for a while and I see a tear dropping from her eyes "He left me, again. I don't know where I went wrong and I am sick of it, Dave. I don't want to be hurt anymore, it is very tiring." I hug her tightly as she loses control of her emotions and cries for fifteen minutes straight, it pains me to see her in pain. She pulls away from me and says "You know, you have been a really good friend and I'm sorry for surrounding you with all the drama going on in my life." "It's fine," I assure her "that's what I am here for." So we called it a night and she got in her car and left to her house, while I went back to my apartment.
As I'm laying in my bed, trying to get some rest in a sunday night, because we all know what's coming up in the morning, I realize something. She said that I'm a good friend. Friend. F R I E N D. Seriously ? Is that it ? Is that all I am to her ? Is this the dark pit every guy fears ? The friendzone ?
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Struck By Memory
Teen FictionDavid, an American adolescent who has just graduated, has a dear loss that made him scared of the people he loves. He moves out to pursue his studies a year later in a different state, where he meets Reena, a mysterious girl that will poke the past...
