It was raining. He just stood there. Not saying a word. He reminded me of a lost soul, waiting to die out. His world was falling apart. Tense back, face down, looking at his clenched fists as if they were the last thing he would see. I caught myself frowning, I was there, trying to make sense of his own misery, like it was my duty to figure out every reason sprung from his odd behavior. Enough is enough, I puffed loudly, he then let out a small grin, still facing his fists, then closed his eyes. To me it seemed as if he was actually attempting to squeeze the light out of his eyeballs with his eyelids. That made me tense and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming panic taking over my thoughts, I couldn't concentrate anymore, there was too much agony to deal with, period.
" Hey, the sky is falling, pick out a new place to fall apart, will you! "
" Back off " he then replied gently, letting out a silent sigh, hoping it would go unnoticed.
" Quit acting like a fake princess Elsa, it doesn't really suit you. "
" Excuse me ? " he then questionably raised his left fury eyebrow. " How am I the princess in this particular case ? "
" The renowned conceal - don't feel phase ? I can see right through it. "
" You've got to stop comparing me with every girly cartoon you find yourself watching - it's embarrassing. "
That was all he had to say..he then went numb again. I wonder how much longer can he succumb to his troubled state and just lay like a lifeless puppet, abandoned in the prime of his life.. he wasn't actually alone, only in his thoughts. I wish I could somehow join in them as well, maybe that way I could kick some sense into setting him in motion once more. Who am I kidding..the man I am facing is too far to reach, both literally and figuratively..what a drag!
Suddenly I felt a foreign gaze laid upon me as I kept worrying about how to discover new ways of dealing with my " partner " 's issues, which was his and it threw me off track..how the hell did his presence suddenly experience such a dramatic shift in disposition, causing him to smile and show off his amazingly white teeth back at me? When did this happen? Where was I ?
He took notice of my bewildered expression and offered to guide me through the process.
" While you were so busy engaging in hardcore introspection trials, I took the liberty to distance myself from the labor of self-conviction and instead focus on your mental turmoil. I must say, I'm impressed. " His smile was genuine, yet cunning, what was he cooking behind that self- assured figure? I suddenly felt odd, like I was pinned down for some reason. I am beyond confused, when did the roles switch place ? My mate then decided to interrupt me from harnessing more doubt and instead replied.
" For someone who seems quite stable and happens to offer good advice in order to make others feel better about themselves, you ultimately end up, ironically, making quite the fuss, inside that little, hard head of yours, out of every small thing that seems to be bothering you. "
" What are you saying ? " I asked abruptly, not managing to elucidate his supposed theory.
" Little one, you're trying too hard. " He then winked at me purposely.
" Your take is understandable, but that's not the case. " I did not want to give him any sort of reassurance because that would turn around all previous installments conducted in my psyche and deteriorate their consistency for good. I'm no modelling clay, he should know that either way.
" You are such a drag sometimes " he answered in an aloof manner, which distracted me from being too self-involved. That seemed to hit a nerve, but I didn't question him. In fact, things were never that complicated unless all attention was directed towards me, in which case, nothing gets to reach a potent compromise, nor reestablishment. Anyhow, that's not the problem that needs to be addressed at this point in time, so my turn has arrived to impose my take on his behavior pattern.
" Ain't like you are leaving me with many choices. Your lack of response and absent-mindedness are the main attractions around here, so that's all I have to respond to. "
" Oh come on " he bluffed " Brooding and sulking won't get you anywhere. "
" Except away from you and your dramatic display of a non-verbal, disoriented, hopeless cucumber. "
" Now that's an impeccable word that fits the exquisite pattern " he then teased, while struggling not to mock my peculiar categorizing skills with his pressing need to laugh it off.
" Yeah, cucumber, the one vegetable which is as plain and unspectacular as it gets. Do you follow ? " *Apologies in advance to the cucumbers out there, you add extra savor into my life. *
" Fine. Then you must be a slice of bread. " He then added in a witty manner.
" Pardon ? "
" Yeah, random choice, yet nothing makes it special, unless it is joined by layers and layers of delicious and satisfactory items which give it consistency, ultimately to be joined by a component of its own kind, in order to make the recipe desirable and complete. "
" I'm not sure if I should thank you or kick you in the gemstones. "
" I'd rather you say thank you Sir ."
" You're a cucumber, therefore you're redundant. " There, I said it.
" You, on the other hand, are incomplete, or should I say, insufficient to begin with ? " Yup, he was firing back at my ego again.
" Don't be a turd. " New striking comeback triggered from my behalf.
" Don't be absurd. Cucumbers do not roll that way. I'm going to have to emancipate myself. "
" You're a laughing stock. " By the time, I started to realize the situation got beyond awkward and what was once a serious momentum ended up having nothing to deal with our previous concerns. To hell with dimwitted remarks and daft scrutiny! "
" I can't believe you've allowed this charade to carry on for so long! " he then laughed hysterically.
It did not bother me afterwards. Not at all. Perhaps his laugh was the decisive factor of favoring silence over replying back. It was magical. Hysterical, yet absolute. His normal, usual self returned once again, full-fledged, inspired, ardent and radiant. It was all there, his essence, steadfast and secure. He regained his confidence and reached satisfaction and reassurance.
" That was it ? One slight mention of a cucumber and you're the man on the moon ? " I smiled awkwardly, expecting an immediate reaction.
" On the contrary. I felt quite odd and undeserving in the position of princess Elsa, so I decided to switch benefits with the cucumber, which is awfully vigorous and high-maintenance as a matter of fact, so yeah, you're stuck with one."
" Cool as a cucumber, am I right ? Except you're not cool, whatsoever. "
" Express your disbelief for as long as you like , I am sticking to my guns. " He then rushed into the house, with me following him with rising curiosity. * What is he up to now..man am I exhausted from our late confrontation or what *
" Yo! In the kitchen! " A cheerful noise sounded nearby.
" Please don't turn yourself into a vegetable. " I sighted while heading towards the sliding kitchen door.
" Dude, I made us sandwiches. All that crap outside along with the nasty weather has worked up quite a hell of an appetite in my stomach. "
" Is that so ? "
" Yeah. " He said while taking a huge bite out of his monster sandwich. While trying to turn the food in his mouth into creamy pasta, he added proudly " Yeah, my stomach yearns for you. " Then followed laughter, showing off all the disgusting bits which were mixed up in his orifice, the scene was horrible and ridiculous at the same time.
" You're a disgusting cannibal. " I concluded promptly.
" I know you love me. " Still smiling, he unraveled bits of food creeping between his teeth.
" Shut up and swallow your mess. " That was all I had to say. I was content, so to speak. Things were going well, from what I can make out and for the present, I hope that he won't end up chocking on some chunk just because he's too preoccupied with making stupid sounds and faces! It's going to be a long night..
