Coincidences

Act XVI

I was reposing a bit on my bed, reading a manga for my phone. I endeavored to shake the canard off my head. I can't possibly like her. Can't I? The first time I met her, she avoided me like a forest fire. Then, she acts all weird. And then, I had to save her and everything. And then, we're friends. And then, and then...

I have absolutely no idea on what's going on with me. I must be going cuckoo, all of the sudden.

She may look attractive. I mean, her haircut and her eyes match up with her innocent appearance. She seems to know what is fashionable and what is not. In fact, I don't think she needs makeup. When she smiles, she could hypnotize anyone in the same room.

Wait, wait, wait. That does not mean I like her, by any means.

I let out a sigh and scratched my head. What is the meaning of this? I'm acting strange.

I slated for the kitchen, hunting something to fill my stomach. I checked the cupboard and saw the box of chocolates Dad recently bought. It was the exact brand from before. I changed my mind and walked away from the snacks, maybe because I lost my appetite.

Dad descended to the living room, carrying a laptop, and he asked for the charger. I didn't realize I almost tripped on it, because my mind wouldn't function properly.

"Careful where you stand, kiddo," warned Dad, instinctively reaching out for me.

I regained balance and acted like nothing ever happened. I shrugged, "Here's your charger."

He took it from my grasp and stared in disbelief. I thought that scene wasn't credible myself. "You ok, pal? Feeling dizzy, or something?"

"Nah, I'm okay," I said. Then, I tried ignoring him.

"If you have a problem, you can always tell me," I heard him say. I stepped out of the house.

A cooler rested outside, filled with beverages. I pulled out a Kool-Aid out of it and sipped from the straw. The food coloring painted my tongue red, as I quenched my thirst away.

Today being a hot day, I made the decision to soak my feet in the oceanic water. As I strode along the burning sand, I pondered through my shifting matters. I knew this will be hard to brush off. The juice pouch was now compressed into a raisin, its inside deprived from air. Being the contributing person I am to society, I kept the trash closed in my fist and sought for a place to properly dispose it. I continued onwards, until my legs finally grew tired.

I paused for a bit, crouching to sit on the ground and carefully tugged my shirt to prevent it from getting too dirty. I took in the sights of the Pacific. I was troubled, unlike the waters right now.

I caught forty winks. I didn't feel like exposing myself to the real world, so I moved on oved to my imagination. But my imagination had nothing else but her, her, her.

A few minutes have passed, and the wind blew ever so stronger. It was getting cold, so I woke up, freezing. A crepuscular ray was shining in the distance. I planned to head home soon, so I began to rise. And who was there to catch me by surprise from behind? Zoey.

She came up to me and asked, "Going for a walk?"

I, off guard, spouted, "Uh... um, yeah. Yeah. I am... going for a... walk."

She beamed at me. She said, "Oh, I was strolling around, too." Then, she kindly asked, "Can I come with you?"

"I'm not so sure," I shrugged. "I kinda on my way home."

"Can I talk to you about something?" she said, out of the blue. I changed her view from me to the ocean. "I want to tell you that you really helped me out, settling my emotions. All I saw then was unclear, all blurry." She turned back to me. "Thanks."

I couldn't tell if I was blushing or not.

Zoey widened her smile. "You are a great friend."

I didn't know what to do, how I should act. This suddenly turned into some kind of cheesy drama play, in which I was an unexperienced actor who didn't have the script in mind. To simplify the analogy, I was screwed.

I only had one thing in mind: flee. I traversed the beach without warning, aside from a humble "excuse me" to her. I left her stranded there, but I didn't care.

I need a break, seriously.