Love Me

Chapter 1

He is carrying a brown notebook and sitting next to a lake just as the sun is rubbing its eyes, I am standing right behind him. 
It is not a lake it is actually a dam lakes are natural.

He’s wearing faded blue jeans and a grey T-shirt with the words  “Love Me” 
inscribed at the front. 

His hair is kinky and stubborn against the wind,Its blackness complements his dark supple skin. I was wearing a dress, that blue
dress my father got me when I turned eighteen; Sleeveless, a shy blue,
it contrasts beautifully with my bright red lipstick. 

"I hope he notices" I thought to myself

He patted the ground just right next to him and I felt like a little girl being given candy or ice-cream he asks you to listen to the silent
throbbing of the water, I realized, it is not really silent, with each ripple came a sound, soft and still, throb after throb, like the water had a heartbeat, almost lost in my own world.

He gazes at the reflection of the setting sun on the face of the water, Then turns around to ask me a question.

“Do you believe in magic?” he asked, almost like he wasn't talking to me.
“almost.” I reply in a whisper.

The wind comes in a wisp, and it
tickles my bare feet. This was our hiding spot, we'd both come here just to get away from the world once in a while, he smiles a half smile and points at a cloud.

He claims he sees your face,
"an image that has refused to leave him." I didn't know how to really answer that so I silently sat there, wishing, hoping he'd say more.

"The tiny scar just above your left eye makes your face look like it has a story to tell." he'd always remind me of my scars, something I hated to remember.

I gave him this perpetual smirk on my face that told him and everyone to mind their own business when they started asking how I got my scars.

Thank God he took it lightly because we both laughed.

Ken and I have know each other since forever at least it felt like it, best friends since high school. I had grown accustomed to his routine.

He likes to come here when he’s like this. When the loudness of his own thoughts threatens to drive him insane. 

When the house stinks of loneliness, and it is cold outside and he does not know where
he’d rather be, even when a girl breaks his heart. 

Especially then because it breaks my heart too, but he didn't want me like that, I was like his little sister. The water, it soothes him.

On moments like these he takes a pencil and writes down poetry, scribbles down a line or two, then tears the page off and throws it into the lake, he watches as water wades over the scribbled lines, like fallen dreams, on a tattered piece of paper.

He told me to promise never to tell anyone, "you have to promise not to tell anyone about this Kate, if you ever do I'll hate you for the rest of my life" he'd always remind me

Sometimes I just couldn't get why he didn't want people to know he does poetry, once he told me men consider it weak, that he can't get over your feelings by writing "it's a girls thing" he'd say.

I wonder why he still does it though.
His work is among the best I have seen, he'd make you want to cry and laugh at the same time, confusing? I know

Earlier Today

"no guys not today I have to go home help mum prepare dinner she will be home late" I told Clara and Ben while I was living out. It was tradition to have game night on Friday but Ken had come back from the coast and there was no way I was going to miss seeing him for game night.

My mum was the one who told me he was back, we hadn't talked in a while since he said he was busy all the time, I got on the bus and headed home it was already 5:30pm traffic was proving to be impossible, we literally were not moving, I was getting impatient anxious, excited to see him again after two and a half years.

There was an unfamiliar car at the parking lot when I got home, I couldn't quite tell who I was, I rushed in, hoping, praying I'd get to lay my eyes on him, "hey mum" I greeted my eyes roaming around the house,
"slow down young lady, what are you looking for" she asked following me to the kitchen.

"where is Ken?" I asked.
"he didn't come, he called the house though said he will pass by on Tuesday"
"then who's car is that"
"my friend "
With how she was blushing that was definitely new boyfriend alert.

Since dad died mum was never able to move on till recently.

"you have to help your sister with her homework, don't wait up I'll be home late" she shouted from the door and left.

I told my sister to come do her homework in the kitchen so I can be able to supervise her and cook, I prepared mac and cheese her favorite just so she wouldn't disturb me.

She was a slow eater but when it came to her favourite food, she ate really fast.

This was going to be one long Friday, I thought to myself, my sister didn't disturb much that evening, when she was done I put on music, we normally put it loud when my mum was not around.

I went upstairs to pick my phone so I could come finally relax downstairs when I found my sister in front of the TV shouting at the top of her voice, "6 inches she walked in the club like nobody's business, goddamn she murdered everybody and I was her witness"

I rolled my eyes and let her be, knowing I was going to join her soon enough.

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Chapter one finally complete.

How was it good back, should I stop? Maybe continue, I don't know.

Thank you for the reads

Love,
W.M