Filling Scars With Love

Arlie the Panda.

I felt safe as I let my hair down so he could play with it. I could see him smiling a little and a tiny, almost invisible dimple showed up on his cheek. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” I said as I move some hair from my face.

“Like what?”  He said.

“I don’t know. You were smiling. That’s all.” I said and moved my hand from his.

“It’s just nice.” he said as he played with his own fingers. 

“What?”  I almost whispered.

“Do I need to explain?”  he asked.

“As I’m not getting the point, I guess you have to.” I smiled.

“It’s just … I don’t know. I’ve tried so hard to get to know you and here I am. I guess I can have everything I want because your friendship was the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to have.” – He joked.

“Can you hear me laughing world!?” I said as  I gave him the biggest poker-face ever.

“The attitude.” He smirked.

“Yea, the attitude.” I said.

“You’re kind of weird.” He whispered.

“What do you mean?” I said as my eyes got widen. 

“I don’t know…. Your humor just changes so fast.”  his voice was low. 

“I know, I guess I’m a bipolar. “I looked at my feet and smiled a little.

“You’ll regret saying that.” He said.

“Why so?” I laughed.

“Just saying”. He shruged.

“Okay.” I said.

Now, this is awkward. I guess I’m not that kind of person who can keep a conversation going and either is he. 

“I guess we should leave now. It’s almost 2am.” He finally said.

“I don’t want to go home” I said giving him a sad face.

“Who mentioned anything about sending you at YOUR home?” he laughed.

“Eh?” I almost whispered.

“Don’t you want to spend a little more time together, in a warm place?” he chuckled. 

“Oh. Of course.” I smiled.

I don’t know why he keeps taking me to his house. I’ve already been there today and I think that’s enough for a long time but I can’t just refuse his offer. I mean I can but I don’t want to. He’s nice. 

“Wait, what about your parents? Won’t we wake them up? “ I said. I sounded way more worried as I meant to. 

“What parents? I live on my own.”  He said as he opened the car’s door for me once again. 

“Really?” I asked in shock.

“Yeah. My parents hate me.” he whispered. 

“What?”  My voice shook, a lot. 

“Chill. Just kidding. They can’t hate me. Actually, I’m their favorite son out three.” he laughed.

“I can tell. Wait, favorite out three? You have two brothers?” I said like it’s the strangest thing I’ve ever heard. 

“Yeah, one of them is an alien and the other one an unicorn.” he joked and my poker-face comes back again.

“But seriously. Yeah, I have two brothers. I was meant to have three but my twin … well … he couldn’t make it. Anyway, the other pair of twins are just … they’re dicks. I never get to see them anymore. They’re …. Just fucked up.”  he said as he drove home.