"dan, you've been acting weird lately."
this was certainly the best way to wake up to in the morning. hearing your best friend of so many years complain about something you don't want to talk about.
"huh? oh— it's nothing, really," i glimpse at louise just to see her rushing to me. she opened her arms and in a second, i was engulfed into her embrace.
we have this telepathic kinda thing, if you do say. she knows when i'm mad at someone or something, she knows when i'm sad, either at the small things or the big things. she knows me so well, it's quite creepy.
"it's okay, i know how you feel— well, not really but— okay, i don't know how to comfort you, but i love you," she told me. i smiled a bit, knowing i actually have someone who cares for me.
suddenly, my alarm went off, making the both of us jump. she chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"i guess you got to go then," she said. i nodded, grabbed my bag and headed out.
the weather was quite unusual today. it was a mixture of sunny and rainy, which kinda reminds me of myself. there are days when i'm happy. when i'm at my best, at my fullest, at my high point. but sometimes those days turn into gloomy ones. where i feel like i'm at the end of a hole with no way out, where i feel like i have no escape.
and before i knew it, i collapsed into someone i didn't really want to see.
"d-dan! morning!" pj, my ex boyfriend, exclaimed. i sighed and collected the stuff that fell down in the process.
"yeah, hi pj. see you later," i rushed, walking fast to my class.
i walk and walk till my legs worn out. i'm not the one for running, nor walking. i was never the type to use my legs, if you want to put it that way. i was more of a stay home kind of guy.
i walk inside and of course, there was no one else. it was just me, again. i was always the first one to classes because i was scared of being late because of the fear of being scolded in front of people who already dislike me.
i grabbed my acrylics and paintbrushes and placed them down on the table in front of me. i walked slowly to the other side of the room, grabbing a small canvas. i then sat down, still thinking on what to paint.
art. what is it? does it have a purpose? does it actually comes in different forms? does it actually make people happy?
these questions roamed around my mind, until it got cut off by the sound of the door creaking open.
"finally! i'm the— oh, hi dan," phil blushed. he smiled and waved at me. slowly closing the door with his other hand since then other one was in his pocket.
"hey phil," i smiled back.
he walked over to me, grabbed his bag from behind and sat down beside me. he was a bit closer to me, not too much though. he glanced at my blank canvas and raised an eyebrow.
"how come you haven't done anything yet? it's due on march, which means you have two months left," he pointed out.
"well, u-uh, i haven't really found my definition of 'art' yet," i chuckled. he looks at me softly, and takes a deep breath.
"it could be anything you know, i mean for all i know, it could be the person beside me!" phil bursted out. he widened his eyes and laughed awkwardly.
"i-i mean, like, if it's in another person's point of v-view," he stuttered.
"y-yeah i get it. have you finished yours yet?" i asked. i was so curious to know what his work was.
"uh nope! not at all, i'm kinda there though," he said through his teeth. i looked over at him so see him smiling, which made me smile.
"well, let me guess, is it a girl?" i chuckled. he laughed, shaking his head.
"silly, i like boys."
"i like boys too."
