Finding Me Through You

Mad Sounds

"What's the story behind your smile?"

I looked at him.

We are currently sitting on the bench in the secret garden.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, what's the true story of your smile? Are you happy? Genuinely?" He asked.

I wondered where he got that from.

"Yeah, I can say that I'm happy. Genuinely." I answered.

"May I ask why?" He asked again.

"I'm happy because I just am. There's no reason. I just try to live my life as happy as I could be. Why do you ask?" I returned the conversation.

He looked at the statue in front of us and smiled.

"I don't know. I get confused with people." He answered.

I looked at him and tilted my head.

"People are so good at throwing smiles around that I forget which are real ones and which are the fake ones."

"So what about mine? Are you thrown off? Is that why you're asking?" I wondered.

"I'm thrown off with you. I think you have a beautiful smile."

I felt my cheeks become hot.

I can't let him see that I'm blushing!

"Then how are you thrown off?" I played cool.

"A smile so beautiful that even the fake once are convincing." He said like it was nothing.

I looked at him. I stared at his complexion.

I cherished this look of his. It's as if I can go with him anywhere and not feel a single drop of being afraid.

I smiled. A genuine one.

"See, there it is again." He pointed out my smile.

The bell rang.

I was going to get up when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down causing me to sit back down on the bench.

"Hey, we're going to be late to Mr. Bertuccini's. You know how he is." I said worriedly.

He didn't say anything, all he did was close his eyes and laid down.

And get this! He used my lap as his pillow.

The breeze of this place was wonderfully peaceful.

He's convinced me to stay.

The uneasiness got to me when I realized he is laying down using my lap as his pillow.

He noticed, therefore he grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest.

His hands intertwined with mine while his eyes were still closed.

I was mesmerized with the vision of us.

I felt myself slowly ease my way out of my awkwardness.

I saw him smile when I released my tension and became normal again.

"Finally, your lap was tense and hard. Now that your relaxed, it feels better." He said with eyes still closed.

My eyes widened with what he said.

It just sounded weird.

Minutes have passed and none of us spoke so I thought he fell asleep.

There's no way of escaping now given the fact that I'm being used as a pillow.