This is Euphoria

-6-

"Favorite Part" Mac Miller
you just don't know how beautiful you are, and baby that's my favorite part

June 12, 2015.
09:17 PM. Athena.

My plan to take a hike in the woods didn't work out too well when the rain caught us just at the beginning of our journey. I guess that's what happens when you don't check the weather.

It's now officially summer break for all the college kids, which includes Kai. The last month, between his classes and my work schedule, we didn't have any chances to fulfill the 'Revive Kai Project.'

Sometimes, I force him to come over and listen to me preach, rant or just talk, which surprisingly he doesn't object to and he stays quiet as I babble further. When I finish, he normally has some input to add.

"It's crazy," I mumble bitterly. My head is in his lap and my feet are hanging over the side of the couch. Similar to a position of a small child.

"I could have sworn it was berestein and not berenstain, that doesn't even sound remotely right," I assert.

I look up to Kai, who is staring intently into the distance. I move my head from his lap and swing my feet over in one swift motion.

"Did you hear what I said?" I ask.

"No," he says honestly.

"Are you alright?" I phrase unsurely. He looks as if he just came back from a trip of heavy mentation.

"I think I want to do it," he establishes, almost like he was having a discussion with himself rather than me.

"You're going to have to elaborate," I concede.

"This summer," he reckons, "with you. I want to do it."

"Really?" I hum jubilantly.

He recollects a moment, then begins a slow nod of his head,

"Yes. Really," he breathes in an assured tone.

I squeal and jump straight up from my seat, then plunge in his direction.

I can tell from the way he jerks when I wrap my arms happily around him he's caught off guard, but he reluctantly places his hands on my back.

I can't help it, I'm a hugger.

"After 90 days made up of an unforgettable summer, you'll thank me," I pursue.

"I don't know," he baits, "the old Kai is pretty deep in there."

"I'll get him to play eventually, even if I have to go to the pits of hell and drag him out myself," I say.

Kai

"I'll get him to play eventually, even if I have to go to the pits of hell and drag him out myself," she taunts with a flirty grin.

I believe she can, and I know she will.

Although, I didn't believe what she was exhibiting for a time. To be honest, I thought it was an act. It's a terrible thought really, but my instincts deemed she was one of a coquette. There's no other explanation, I thought.

But even after spending the limited time I did with her, I was wrong. Most of the time I did spend with her, I spent quieter than I ever would. Through the rambles, I was trying to depict her.

I watched as fury grew heavy in her eyes whenever she spoke of anything she felt strongly against, or the way her eyes turned a soft, joyful shade of clearer blue when she talked of things she was passionate about.

I saw the way she would catch herself biting her nails then stop immediately after she noticed.

Whenever a piece of hair would fall forward, her hand would subconsciously, almost procedurally, adjust it behind her ear.

I thought it was funny the multiple ways she sat, sometimes Indian style other times with her knees to her chin, and how she had an incessant need to move around, crack her knuckles, and her constant jitters.

I noticed it all, and I concluded; she was genuine. Unaware, and completely genuine.

This level of scrutiny was never a tweak of mine, but when it came to Athena, I was defenseless towards it.

It was a shock to me, at first. I couldn't comprehend how she didn't recognize how, extravagant, she was. And I don't mean that in a mushy aspect, it all just seems so perceptible.

It seems to be a no brainer that she's confident, it's apparent by the strength in her voice and the spontaneous paths she travels, but that's something different all together.

So, she's confident.

She likes her smile. What she doesn't realize is the way her lips curve irresistibly, and how flirty that smile is.

She likes her eyes. Her eyes are brutally unrestrained, indulging in youth and recklessness. They're a bond between the greatest powers.

She likes her body. Her body is a like a sculpture, mastered by the most admirable sculptor. Every scar and mark are what make up the stories of her, which I am so tempted to revel in, if she would allow it.

She likes her personality. Her aura is entrancing, making your appeal to her more powerful. Charisma is what ignites her every waking moment, and her carelessness is contagious.

Both inside and out, she loves herself. Her name was Athena, because she is a real life goddess.

All that out there, I wouldn't mind spending 90 days with her.

an: I'm kinda of iffy about this, but still it's probably my favorite chapter yet. I tried to show how the world viewed her through Kai. Hopefully it wasn't too cheesy for you. Also, thank you so much for your votes and comments.