Butterfly Years

Chapter 9

“Our Geography teacher needs a brain surgery,” Sabby stated, before sinking his teeth into a sandwich.

I laughed, chucking a handful of grass at him. After watching the sunset, to my utter surprise, Sabby had pulled out a picnic basket from behind a nearby tree. He told me that he had asked his mother to make some stuff for us to eat before heading home.

“Wait, before you launch into a complicated explanation,” I said, leaning back and stretching my legs out as they sprawled over the grass, “Let me say, this is incredibly clichéd.”

Sabby looked up with a goofy grin, a bread crumb resting over his top lip. “Anything for you, Syazza.”

I laughed. “Oh so now you’re all emotional about me? Whatever happened to the egotistical jerk I thought you were? I miss the old you.”

He picked up a packet of M n Ms and threw them at me. “I’m right here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

He just winked at me, before getting back to assaulting his sandwich.

A couple of minutes passed in silence as I lay back and rested my head against the warm grass, looking up at the purple sky.

Finally, Sabby broke the silence. “Oh, I almost forgot to give you this.”

I sat up at looked at him, my eyes questioning. He handed me an orange sticky-note before going back to his affair with the sky.

I looked down at the paper in confusion. Scrawled onto it were the words, “Smile… you look more beautiful that way :) What do you have on your mind, princess?”

I blinked. Was this some sort of joke? “Sab, where did you find this?”

“It was on your desk,” he replied, sitting up. “Who is it from?” he asked.

I turned the note over and frowned. “It doesn’t say. You read it, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s probably a prank anyway. Don’t pay much attention to it.”

I smirked. “A prank from you, you mean?” I asked.

He laughed. “Please, if I were to write you a note, it wouldn’t be anything like that.”

“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because, firstly, you aren’t beautiful. Smiling, or otherwise.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so mean to me!” I whined childishly. He cracked a grin. “I am, aren’t I?”

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“Why the sudden picnic?” mom asked as soon as I reached home.

“Mom,” I groaned, catching onto what she was implying, “Sabby was just being friendly. I had been feeling down and-”

“Why were you feeling down?” Mom jumped in.

“I don’t really know. I guess it had something to do with the funeral and-”

“Oh forget that Ryan boy.” Thanks for letting me complete my sentence, mom.

“I wasn’t thinking about Ryan, mom,” I said. “It was my first time at a funeral and I guess I was just feeling…down.”

“Oh my poor baby,” mom cooed, hugging me. I rolled my eyes and drew back. “Mom, I’m tired and I have homework. Can I go to my room now?”

“Okay,” mom sighed in defeat. I smiled at her before bouncing my schoolbag against my back and walking to my room.

A long relaxing shower and a dozen math sums later, I stretched out on my bed and grabbed my mobile. It was time to talk to Tia.

She picked up on the third ring. “Giddy gooshness, Chica, when were you planning on calling?”

I giggled at Tia’s more than normal vocabulary. “Sorry Tee, homework had me chained down. What are you up to?”

“We’re eating watermelons!” someone called from the background.

“Wait…” I said, “Is that Marco?”

Tia laughed. “Yeah. The twins came home after school. Something about wanting to see my mom again.”

I laughed too. The twins and Tia’s mom never got along. It was probably because Mrs. Miranda was the epitome of peace, quite and order, while Marco and Carlo were anything but peaceful, quite and orderly.

I closed my eyes, wondering what the twins were doing with Tia now. The three of them were probably having tones of fun right now, while I was stuck in my room, depressed and bored. “Tee, I wanna come over!” I whined.

“Why can’t you?” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Mom.” I groaned. Loudly.

“Figured. What was going on with you and Ryan today morning anyway?”

Wow. And I thought Tia wouldn’t pick up on the tension between Ryan and me.

“Nothing,” I replied, but even I could hear the guilt in my voice.

“Friday night you’re coming over for a sleepover at my place,” Tia demanded, “And we’ll talk about this then.”

I rolled my eyes for the third time that evening, but couldn’t help smiling. Inviting me for a sleepover without our parent’s consent; this was so typically Tia.

“Fine.” I said, just as I heard Carlo screaming in the background, “Don’t eat my watermelon, Marco!”

Tia burst out laughing, and I imagined Marco and Carlo fighting over a piece of juicy red watermelon.

“Don’t call it a watermelon!” Marco yelled back, “Watermelons are naturally controversial subjects.”

I laughed silently to myself, as Tia said, “I better go, the twins will now get into the let’s-have-a-hair-pulling-fight mood, and they need me to break it up.”

This just made me laugh harder, and I barely managed to say, “Have fun!” before Tia cut the call.

Now if only I were there with them…

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A/N: Hey all my lovely little cupcakes! Not much in this chapter, and I know I was supposed to upload every Friday, but I couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

PS: It’s written in a class full of noisy, weird people, who think I’m writing to my virtual boyfriend [I don’t have one! Virtual or otherwise! :\]

PPS: while writing, I was also chatting online with my friend, and she isn’t exactly my type. She’s the person who says ‘lawlzzz’ every two seconds… O_______O

Oh the things I do for this story…

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