My Fictional Boyfriend

Chapter 18 ~ My Playlist

Author's Note:

What's that one song that definitely describes your life? I guess Ella has handful of them. Or even albums of them!

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The sun is peeking,
It is shining.
It's a start of a brand new day
So new hope is coming our way

Goodmorning!

The song went on the radio. We're on our way to school, Liam's mom was driving. "Do you know this song Liam?" she asked, glancing at us from the car front. I might be enjoying the song too much if it weren't because of the things I was thinking.

I rolled the window down and looked outside. Same signs, same establishments, same road. Everyday. "Have a great day, Ella and Liam!" His mom drove off after she dropped us right infront of the gate.

"How are you?" I asked Liam as we walked inside.

I sensed his smile. "Better. Fine."

My hand found one of his scar on his temple beneath the concealer I had bought. "Good to know that. Glad they're fading and less concealer is needed. It is kinda expensive."

"I told you, you don't have to. I will pay for it." His face was more likely the same as before, clear from ugly purple bruise. Only faint scars almost invisible if you were not looking for it.

I snorted and furrowed my brows. "No. How many times do I have to tell you: You don't have to pay back. You're my bestfriend; of course I have to do things for you."

"Thanks a lot." He smiled. "So, are you all right?"

I looked at him in surprise. What made him ask that? " Of course I am!"

"You just don't seem like yourself today. Plus, you did not have enough sleep, huh?"

I just shook my head and waved his true accusations away.

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I could not get the story off my mind. Marissa took Michael back to his room this morning. I did not have to deal with dramatic bedtime stories anymore. This was official. I had a book hangover with some classical childhood bedtime story I never dared to finish just last night.

I slept late last night because I finished the story. And reading about it kept me thinking about the Little Prince and the Guy telling the story. I knew it was fictional. But what if it was like Marvin and me? It happened; I knew it did, just too unreachable for some people to consider reality.

Fiction. My subconscious whispered, glaring at me. But I knew better. We belonged somewhere beyond Fiction and Reality.

I was snapped back to my conscious mind when I heard a clash from cymbals. Our teacher was lecturing infront about Music. She was small and had a small voice. Despite that, once she sang, she could truly get your attention. I really wanted badly to learn how to sing so good. I knew how, but well, I was afraid to try for singing contests or bands or such, I was not good enough compared to other contestants and vocalists who would sing with me.

"Music is all around us. Sometimes we notice it, feel it. Sometimes we even make it ourselves. But most of the times, we can't hear it." She paused. The silence of the class spoke that she got all of our attention. "Most of the time we are too deaf, too occupied, to even notice the beauty of music surrounding us.

Maybe in the way airplanes pass the sky, how animals sing in the lonely night, the tugs of shovel down the ground of the Earth, how trees sway as gentle breeze slams through it or the constant rhythm of someone's heartbeat."