stars dwelled in us

chapter 6

"Well why did you want to meet me?" I asked cluelessly.
"I wanna walk home with you today and run through about our project together," He projected his raspy voice.
"But you don't live near me, do you?" I asked cautiously.
"You may never know," he arched his eyebrows and lead the way. I rolled my eyes primitively.

"Could we at least walk together?" My voice sounded ragged as I tried to keep up with him. He stopped his tracks and sat down on the grass filled with flowers either wiltering or blooming.
"Let's not sit on flowers, some of them are blooming. You're going to kill them," I tried to drag him away.

"They are meant to die anyways," He said, stone cold. Irritated, I hesitantly imitated his abruptive actions. To be frank, i was brutally flustered when he said that.

"Can i ask you something?" He said as our eyes met. Seriousness kicks in.

"Have you ever fallen in love? I'm asking cause i wanna know how you felt like when you did," He spoke in a abrasive tone.

"I don't think so. But all i know is that they say it feels like, you can't stand a minute without them by your side. Like they are the answer to every question. It feels like you're suffocating if their absence has made its presence. Its like finally having found proverbial light at the end of the tunnel you were in for ages, that was in perpetual darkness. Its like you're dying alone like a wiltering flower in this lonely world and someone comes along and showers you with water. And you bloom into a stunning rose owing to the fact that they give you what you've been searching for, metaphorically speaking, love and light," I said with a gentle slight beam.

"In my case, when you fall in love, its about the little things. How their smile forms, the way they laugh, their visible passion for something they want or love to pursue. All you ever want was for them to be genuinely happy. You're willing to sacrifice your happiness so that you're able to finally see them form a beautiful beam on their face. You want them to call your name continuously and soothingly like a lullaby. Being loved is like, them loving you for your cracks, and not only that, they reform you back into that person you were before anyone broke your heart. They love you for your scars and bruises cause they know people have done you wrong countless of times. Instead of returning to you bullshit, you receive love back."

"Why haven't you fallen in love?" That question presumably struck him like thunder and lightning clashing together.

"I did actually, my little presley, she was my first love. I called her that because she loved Elvis Presley with all her heart," That reply made me smile.

"Similar interest! I love Elvis, alot," I exaggerated on 'alot'.

"Where is she now?" I asked absent-mindedly.

"Not sure, hope she's doing fine. If i happen to meet her again, i guess you can call it fate," He replied tenderly.

"What if you meet and part again?" I arched one of my eyebrow.

"Fate has played its part. But it would not be fate if we part," The answer made chills clawed up my spine.

We started discussing about the details about our project together. We finally came to the final conclusion of writing about England leaving Europe for good. We packed our materials and head back home. As I reached my doorstep, he waved goodbye and walked off, looking back two times consecutively. I made my way back to my room and started arranging my books for tomorrow's classes. I turned on the radio and Elvis Presley's Always on my mind started playing. A flood of memories rushed to my mind. I stared out of my window to feel the wind brushing against my skin. I then heard screeching noises coming from above.

"Elvis?" I heard from above. I figured it was Carter. So it was.

"Look i'm sorry but what amplified you to squat on my window ledge?" He gave an begrudging look as I asked coldly.

"Look i'm wanna get to know you better," He looked decent for once.

"Know what about me? I'm as dull as dishwasher and selfish," I confessed.

"Seems like you're not," He smirked.

"You don't know me," I hissed.

"That's why i need to get to know you. To truly understand if you're really as dull as a dishwasher," He replied nonchalantly.

"Okay," I gave up on the impromtu argumentative conversation, "What do you want to know?"

"I don't know, your favourite songs, singers, bands, movies and what you love to eat."

"Okay, if you insist. I constantly remind myself that i'm born in the wrong era of music. I live for Elvis Prelsey. I love old songs. Old songs soothes and heals your persistent pain. I love Avocados and yoghurt well simply they alleviate the mood for me. I love A walk to remember. A truly tragic movie. Happy?" I raised my eyebrow.
"I want to know more," He proclaimed incessantly.
From dark till dawn, conversations were perpetually compelling and riveting for once. I unknowningly fell asleep as we were conversing. A swift beep from my phone promptly woke me from my deep sleep. I couldn't help but notice that my eyes were dropping out of my eyelids literally.

My eyebags were drappy and heavy. A slight gasp escaped my mouth as i turned to my left, Carter left cassettes tapes on my study table with a blue sticky note stuck on the side of my table. 'Stuck on you', 'Pocketful of rainbows' and 'Wonder of you' by Elvis Presley was written with blue ink smeared on each of the cassettes tapes. "I found them in my store room, i figured it would make u happy," I read aloud, jovially.

The birds from outside chirped harmoniously along into a fascinating lullaby as i played 'Wonder of you' on my old walkman that i found a several days back. The sky was painted in a pale light blue color with clouds moving all around in a exaggerated motion. My morning was a levitating bliss.