Everything

It's raining.Hard,hard enough to blow off and mess up my room. Because,unfortunately,I again forgot to close my windows before coming downstairs to take my breakfast. And since mom had prepared a LOT of foods,well,totally a LOT,it almost seemed to me that mom has this flexible kind of mood.And I have a strong guess that it's beacuse of last night,which is when,well sadly the reunion had gone totally,and I mean totally wrong,really. 

At first,the schedule of everything she planned failed. Because she never expected to have that much guests and family members. Well,technically because it's my dad's family reunion after all.But since dad hasn't been home for weeks because he really need to go to Canada,no one reminded any of us about this kind of people,who were,yeas,the reason for the failure of her most important party,as she thought it was. "Oh my goodness Nathalie. I can't believe in myself. Being so unaware about things like these. Being so unaware of the approaching failure.Oh how I hate myself." Then a loud sigh. She always says these lines.What I meant about always is that she often says it to me whenever she sees me took my way across her path. And about my name. Yes,I'm Nathalie. Polaris Nathalie Sparks. But please,I never ever ever wanted for someone to call me as Polaris. Maybe because of the fact that it also refers to the North Star. But,i just don't exactly know. And, If I don't,well,who in the world would? My answer,no one. Except me.

Well,anyway. After being so busy eating my mom's hatest meal,well,cereals,I got upstairs and took a bath.Then of course,dressed myself up with this turqoise shirt with a ribbon printed in the opposite sides of the hips,which looked totally undesirable.So I changed my clothes to this plain navy blue tee and covered myself up with my cream white cardigans. It seemed unusual. Well,if it is unusual,then it is me. I dressed myself this way so that my boyfriend would easily recognize me,in a way,if ever we just had our walk in a mall,then coincidentally,seeing me,and decided to have this unplanned sort of date stuff. Well,just to talk about things. About how was it going,after all those months.Well,the reason why we couldn't hang out or see each other that frequent is that my sister,Cassie,or Nicole as she calls herself,doesn't approve of him. I don't actually know why exactly. All I just knew is that Dave's brother,Paul,is her latest ex. And in her side,she told me that she loved Paul so much more than anything,like she was getting too attached. But later on,after about 4 months of their relationship,she just found out that Paul already has another girlfriend,named Cisella. Well,Cisella is one cute name,I thought.But the worst part is that she knew it because of Dave. If it wasn't for him,she wouldn't know about any of those things. And she explained to me that the reason why she doesn't,and would never approve Dave was beacuse fo rher,she would prefer having good times with a playboy boyfriend who has a bad side she would never know ( as she wish for it to be) rather than sobbing inside her room for 8 nights straight because of that,well yeah she figured it out. Or let's say Dave figured it out. But,instead of being thankful,she never did. She just,lost her mind. I guess. Well,she said she does not exactly know. Then I thought,if she don't,then who would?

I drove for about 20 miutes before I reached the mall. And in the first time I saw the mall,I already knew there was something. A big sale,I guessed.

I don't know. I don't need to find out. That's not what I came for. 

What I came for is Dave.

But as I walked,then eat alone in a fast food chain,then walk again,for about an hour I still can't find him anywhere.But it's Monday.I thought.

So I gave up. And as soon as I became nearer to the exit door,I felt something as I glanced at somewhere I can't figure out where. It's an uncontrolled glance,sort of like a reflex. 

And why would I react this strange? So I searched for it,or him,or her. Or whatever. 

I walked,fast. Then faster. Because I can feel someone staring at me as I move. Every single movement.

And then I stopped. No,I didn't. Someone did,by catching my arm.Tried to stop me ,full force. But who would it be?

So I turned my head back,and saw someone.

I was surprised by realizing that I was actually smiling. A big true smile. 

And why would I smile like that? 

Because it's Dave.The good-looking,captivating,almost perfect Dave.He's there. He's actually there. Or maybe even everywhere,as well.