Coincidences

Act LXXVII

The wind gusted angrily at us, maybe because Ty and I were eating some lunch on the roof. Unlike here, the patio was on lower ground and had walls to shield everyone from the air currents. The two of us decided to stay here and seclude ourselves from our classmates or, basically, anyone in particular. We didn't want anyone to know about our relationship. Although we failed to keep it from Martin, or, should I say and completely admit, I failed to keep it from him, we don't want the word to spread throughout the campus. It would be hard to be discreet about that fact, but it's a hell lot harder to run about with the secret exposed. That would make everything else complicated.

Either way, we were on the roof. Ty was putting some ketchup on a bitten portion of his corn dog. I had a donut, one with pink glazing, but I realized, after Ty pointed it out, I barely bothered with it.

I blurted without warning, "Have you heard from Martin yet? Anything at all?"

He gagged on some of his food, stupefied, and uttered, "What? No, I haven't. Why?"

"Martin's sick. A cold," reported I. I ultimately took a bite out of my donut.

He got some water and swigged it down. After relieving himself, he dully replied, "Really? I see." He continued with his grub and slanted on the wall.

"Aren't you concerned?" I asked, facing to him. "He's been sick for the last couple of days."

"I am," he disclosed. "Are you?"

I couldn't help myself from looking down, all gloomy. "I am, and, also, I am concerned about one more thing. He didn't look like himself. At all."

Tyrone gulped down some more water, and, after a few seconds, he queried, "What do you mean?"

"He was absolutely miserable. He had eye bugs, looked sleep deprived. His body looked thinner than usual, and his hair was all messy. A total wreck. Throughout the whole time I've known him, he's never been like that."

"Then, what do you think we should do?" relayed he. "Do you expect a little talk with him can solve all of his problems?"

"Well, no. I didn't mean that. What I'm saying is that we should at least think of something, anything. I'm not saying that we should take immediate action," I conveyed, drawing myself closer to him, so he could hear me out a little better. "He's a good friend of mine; he helped me a ton, especially when I mostly needed it."

He stared blankly ahead, his usual emotionless demeanor present again. He finally sighed, "Sure. Any ideas?" He munched on his corn dog, now halfway through it.

"I sincerely don't know."

"Then, we'll reflect on it, while the two of us play." By "play", he means "trifle". He started to move closer to me, and we were already close enough to begin with. He caressed his fingers on my waist and smooched my lips gently. He then lifted me over to his lap, and we let the moment live on.

I gazed at him, whispering, "Like this, we won't be able to concentrate."

"Well, we can't stop now."

We carried on, snuggling together as the wind grew a tad colder. He began to stroke my hair and brought me even closer to him, and our bodies were having full direct contact. That sensation from before, that warmth; I was feeling it once again. It was some kind of ecstasy for me, a type of overwhelming ambiance that enveloped us.

I wish it didn't end, but Martin's wellbeing is on line, too. I muttered to him, "Martin is...," but I was cut off as he kissed me even more. I shut my eyes, let the magic happen.

The sound of screeching metal was heard nearby. We stopped to check for a while, peering at the door to see if there was anyone.

I told Ty in a panicked way, while tapping him on the arm, "Go check."

He stood up and scouted the area, then followed to the door, where the source of the noise came from. He opened it slightly and eyed the inside.

"Anything?" I asked.

He shrugged and confirmed, "Nope. No one's there. Maybe just the wind." It really was still windy. He headed back to his place. "Shall we continue?"

"Um..., uh, no. I think it's almost time to go." I put away the unfinished donut and stood on my feet. "Your food," I pointed.

He got the corn dog and devoured the rest of it in one go. "Ok. Let's go."