Seasons Falling

Twelve

Roan's P.O.V.

I love the feeling of being happy.

I use to be a mix of Eeyore and Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. Peppy, but internally sad. Having everything I need, but still not having enough. Wanting to constantly be alone, but craved being near someone.

But now, I can't evem remember what it was like to be sad. I'm smiling so much my famlily is beginning to worry. All my friends are secretly worried, but don't question it; they like me being happy. And so do I.

Lying in my bed on this fall Saturday morning, I am still happy. I don't need to be sad that I won't see Celine until Monday. Really I don't. She loves me. She really genually loves me. And nothing could be better.

 Starting off my day right, I jump out of bed and blast Mr. Blue Sky by the University Of Wisconsin Madhatters from my phone. Throwing on some jeans and a sweater while smiling wider than I thought was possible, I sing out the song as loud as I can. I don't care who hears me. I could not be happier.

Walking into the hallway, I still am singing the song as I grab my mother's hands and start dancing with her. This is so abnormal for me, I can feel the worry in her eyes search through me, but she must not care that I'm happy, because she gives in, and all the egg boogers go flying around the room, making us crack up.

"I have no idea what has gotten into you this week. On Monday, you were so depressed. Now it's as if the president asked you to marry him!" My mom exclaims.

"Mom! I'm not gay!" I announce, a hint of laughter in my tone.

"I know. But tell me, why are you so happy? I love that you're happy! I just want to find a way to keep this happiness." She asks, as I make my way over to the coffee maker to prepare a cup for my mother and I.

My lips curve up into a grin and before I even say anything, my mother is asking me who she is.

"I know there is a girl involved. Is she your girlfriend? What's her name?" And unlike a concerned parent, she asks it like I'm her best friend, and I love how I have the kind of relationship with her.

I laugh, trying to hide how much my cheeks hurt from grinning, as I let it out. Happiness is better when it is shared. "So her name is Celine. Like, three weeks ago, I ran into her, and I could not stop thinking about her. And we kept talking, and we grew really close and-"

My phone vibrated on the counter, and I pick it up, giving my mom the signal to wait. 

"Hey, Celine!" I say, probably too cheerful. I hear her giggle on the other end of the line.

"Someone's happy this morning," She laughs.

"There's no reason not to be."

"Exactly."

"So..."

"Right...um... so my parents left me to rake the leaves in my yard by myself...they went out to the store or whatever...and I was wondering if you would want to...I mean, you don't have to but-"

I cut her off by laughing "I'll be there in six minute," I announce

"Do you even know where I live?" She asks, and I hear the rustling of leaves in the background.

"Course I do. You live right on Newberry...right?" I ask.

"Yeah I do," she giggles.

"Alright, I'll be there soon. I love you."

"I love you more," she replies, and I want to protest, but I don't want to wait any longer to see her.

I take my coffee to go, and explain to my mom everything I can in one minute. She understands everything I say, which is great, because I have no idea what I am even saying.