October 19

2009

The train ride there was agonizingly long. I sat in my uncomfortable seat for hours, my eyes glazed over in complete and utter boredom as I stared out the window at all the landscapes that passed by as I was going across the country. I saw forests with evergreens taller than I could see and tips that touched the sky with a soft and delicate kiss. I saw farms with rows upon rows of crops and many workers tending to them, some smiling to each other and making polite conversation as they bent their bodies into confusing question mark patterns. I saw wide open meadows with dying flowers but beautiful trees all shedding their Summer coats and preparing for the Winter months that lay ahead. I wished to have hands that had the skill and patience to capture their beauty, but my fingers were made more for playing piano or scrolling through the internet, not putting the essence of magnificence onto a piece of paper by paint. My fingers did play with themselves though, one thumb twirling around the other like a dancing ballerina caught in a song. My leg bounced up and down to the tune of the unknown song anxiously and would not stop until the bassline dwindled and disappeared. The thought of Phil popped into my head as the imaginary chorus erupted and a small smile came to my face every time. 

Finally, the train came to a shuddering halt. I hopped off my seat quicker than lightning and raced the wind rushing past me towards the doors. The very first thing that my eyes gazed upon when I emerged off the giant hunk of metal that was my transportation was a large sign hanging overhead that read, "Piccadilly Station".

I immediately began whisking my eyes around, frantically trying to find Phil. It took me a few moments, way too long for my overwhelmed brain, but I eventually spotted a similar black fringe to mine and those radioactive blue eyes that I could never forget, even if I tried. He smiled at me and I grinned widely back at him. I even flashed him my teeth, which never happens.

I nearly ran into his arms and was quickly engulfed in the taller boy. He chuckled a little but let his chin rest flat on the top of my head. I giggled a little back and closed my eyes, letting myself bask in the feeling of warmth he spread throughout my entire being. I clung onto him and breathed in his scent of vanilla and raspberries.

I finally felt like I belonged. I felt at home in the arms of my friend from the internet.