Doll Eyes (Not Continued)

19: Just Another Midnight Picnic

I laid awake amidst the dark of the night. I didn't have to see a watch to check the time because instead of trying to count sheep, I count the seconds to fall asleep. Currently 11:01 based on my accurate counting.

"Ugh." I smashed a pillow on my face like what Floyd Mayweather would do on a boxing championship.

The thing is, I couldn't sleep. This was what happened: I came back home after meeting Zach, feeling paranoid and smelling like mildew. Ew. I thought that I needed a hot bath, but my legs were sore as a butterfly with its wings cut off. So instead I fell on my ever-loving bed and considered procrastination as a choice.

"Just three more minutes."

Three hours later, quarter past six, nothing has changed. I felt paranoid, still smelled like mildew, but hungry.

I got up to get some hot pockets because that was the only thing my parents left me before attending to some documents.

After stuffing my bottomless stomach, I was in the right mind to take a hot bath and thought about Christian, Zach and me ever getting a chance to be fat.

And so I snuggled up again on my messy bed at 7.

240 minutes came by, waving goodbye. With me feeling insomniac and smelling like french lavender soap. But...

"God. Help me sleep," I murmured to the Guy above, "if i'm not supposed to sleep, then what is my life purpose?"

He probably heard me because the moment the word 'purpose' left my mouth, I heard a ping! from my phone.

Squinty-eyed, I scrambled through the table to grab my phone.

'Gorgeous look out your window'

I replied, 'why are you not asleep?'

'Nike, mi bella'

'...'

'Just do it'

I sighed and rolled my eyes to the back of my profanity-filled head. But I did what I was told still, because I was quite sure that I wouldn't be left hanging.

Outside my window was overlooking a majestic (majestic because it looks complex) garden maze and a plain and clean golf course. Sure enough, I wasn't left hanging by the landscape outside.

A little to the left of the hotel amenity, was a neon green glowstick shining amidst the blackness of the night. Its light gave enough glow to reveal what ever is close to it. And by close, I mean Christian Louis, grinning Cheshire-ish. It looked evil, sort of, but cute.

He lifted an index finger and gestured downwards, mouthing the words 'go down'.

I heaved exaggaratingly, making sure that he could see me as tired. But of course, with it being fake and all, I suddenly smiled accidentally, blowing my laziness cover away.

I changed into some breathable jeans and kept my five-year-old thin long-sleeved polo on. Then I went down.

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The chilly breeze of the air swarmed through my nerves as I passed the hotel door, making me think of how stupid I am for not bringing a coat outside in the middle of the night.

I could see, at a far distance, the garden maze which gives an idea of how terrifying it is to think that you could be trapped in that maze. It's like three feet higher than me!

And I just looked smaller than I truly was, seeing Christian thirty meters away from me, one foot away from the top of the bush.

"Ah, rats."

I approached Christian, who was wearing a plain, white shirt and... cargo shorts? I guess. Couldn't see clearly in the dark. But I was sure that the shirt was at least two sizes too small for him- the shirt hugged through his biceps and abdomen.

Don't look, Violet. Stop it. stop it. Stoooooop it.

"Hello, lovely," he greeted with an elated face.

"Um..." I tried replying under a state of confusion, "What's... up?"

"Just a little Bridge to Terabithia."

"Ugh, but I'm sleepy."

"Aren't you hungry?", he plastered a goofy smile.

It looked like he was a psycho-killer on the loose with it- but I knew better than to call him 'Psycho-killer with a chainsaw and a hook'. Trust me, you won't like it (he'll start running around and under tables for three straight hours, because apparently it's his greatest fear.)

But it's nice.

"You know me well," I grinned.

"Do you want some lasagna? Baguettes? Or... pizza?"

The dark sky turned to a beautiful morning when he mouthed the magic word.

If you would have seen me that time, you would have thought that I was once a watery mouth that grew legs.

"No. You're kidding."

"Proof?" He shuffled across the trimmed lawn into the opening of the maze, where two 10 feet big-ass shrubs were stuck to the ground, "Riiiiight here."

He pointed to a spot with a picnic cloth on the floor with baskets and bowls and boxes.

As I opened the lid of the box, I saw twelve pieces of finely cut and baked Hawaiian pizza.

My eyes moulded into hearts.

Because my friends, there is no sincerer love than the Love of Food!

Minutes later, the box was empty. It was still cold, but Christian somehow got a jacket out of nowhere and wrapped it around me.

"Christian, thank you," I leaned on his shoulder, while watching star after star pop out.

He didn't say anything but I felt a smile on those cheeks. He took my messy hand (because of pizza cheese) and slipped something cold around it.

It was a beautiful rose gold bracelet with the following engraved:

Violet Louis.

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