In the bar when my telephone rang, I would have loved to chuck it across the room, seeing it smash into hundreds of tiny pieces. I was finally talking to Elva for the first time after the cashier incident, I loved it. Her fierce attitude never wavered, except for the part where I joked around with 'bringing her straight to my flat', she totally flipped... I should have kept my mouth shut, but my anxiousness didn't let me. Any time anxiousness invaded my body, I would react with a silly joke, most often an inappropriate one, as to cover it all up. I know sometimes the jokes are crude, but my body lived after the principle: Humor is just another defense against the universe.
Elva ... seemed so sweet, even if a bit crazy. How could they even think about making her sad? She was one of the most honest and most caring persons I knew of. I liked the way she smiled when I made a hoax, not one of these close-lipped-ones, no a full-fledged- teeth-showing-half-of-her-face-using-until-her-eyes-aren-t-recognizable-anymore- smile. Not many girls were confident enough to pull that off, she was admirable.
There was something about her that drew me to her, maybe it was broken seeked the broken and reckless, but it definitely wasn't fate, I didn't believe in such. Otherwise, I would have been spared of a few things...
Now as I stood in front of the pub, pacing the length of the parking lot, I racked my brain as to how to tell her without her running away. Sure, she seemed like a strong character to me, but I didn't want to burden her – though if I wouldn't tell her soon, she might think I was hiding something, making her angry at me. Gosh, how could I tell her? It's not something you talked about at a first time over a bouquet of roses and pralines, except if you'd want her to spit them out or suffocate because of them. The received call seriously unnerved me, it wasn't news, certainly not, but I still couldn't picture my little brother in the hands of my grandparents. I had to get to him before anything could happen.
First, I had to take her home, but how? I had to ride in the other direction, could I really set her out at a bus stop? She'd hate me forever probably. Sigh. I had no other choice, again another girl with whom I messed up my date and any further chance of dating. Go me. Good looks won't help me there.
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A Rose to Change a Life
Teen Fiction"Come here, pretty one. You do not have to be afraid of me." I huddled into a corner, making myself as small as humanly possible. Not everything is as rosy as it seems. Capture. Live. Repeat. When life awakens blocked memories, it's time to face you...
