MASH

Chapter 12: Somewhere Only We Know...

Tristan's POV

Kristle was back to normal. Today, she wore a red tank top and a denim vest. She had 3/4 length jeans on with brown leather combat boots. A butterfly-shaped hair pin clipped up her fringe and her long and wavy brown hair fell to her shoulders.

When she saw me, she approached me and without warning snapped her fingers millimetres before my eyes. I blinked instantly and gave her my best scowl when I regained myself. Kristle laughed then said, "As much as I hate to say this, but we're gonna be late for history!"

I stood there rooted as she reluctantly walked to the classroom. She seems so normal. Yet I'm not sure. I better watch her. I don't mean to sound like a nosy person but Kristle cried the other day.

You might think I'm making a big deal but I... care for her.

So for the rest of the day, I watched her like a hawk. Nothing happened. She just treated it like any other school day. She slept in history as usual and talked to her friends. She wore the same smile she wore every single day.

I'm confused now. So to clear my doubts I grabbed her wrist right before she walked throught the gates. She gave me an annoyed look but when she realised it was me, she immediately took interest in her boots.

When she looked up, she raised an eyebrow and said, "What do you need?"

I realised I was still holding her wrist and I let go immediately and nervously ruffled my hair. No way, are we having that conversation.

"Ummm... I just wanted to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Why aren't you upset over the other day?"

"Why should I be?"

" You cried. I... never seen you cry before."

She bit her lip and blushed. " I never thought it was such a big deal."

"But..."

"So what if I cried? Everybody does. I just don't... often cry." She patted my shoulder before saying," I'm fine. I'm over it. Don't worry so much okay?"

She started to walk off but then she added, " Oh, and by the way, your fly's down." She pointed at my zipper.

I looked down and found it not down. I was about to tell her to get her eyes checked to find her already gone. Yup, typical Kristle.

Kristle's POV

I wonder why he asked me that question...

I pranked him with the zipper trick so to avoid anymore questions. The truth was I'm still upset but I don't want to show it to Tristan. It's bad enough that he saw me cry. I don't want anyone's sympathy, especially his.

I finally reached home. I quickly went into my room and shut the door. Jessica wasn't home yet, probably working overtime. My room was simple. There was a study table on the edge of the room with piles of assesment books and homework. My noticeboard hung on the wall with reminders and events to remember. Next to it was my bed and what lay on my bed was my guitar.

My guitar strings were slightly bent and rusted and looked like it's about to snap anytime but I still loved it because it was from Jessica. She knew guitars cost a ton of money but she bought it anyway for 16th birthday.

I quickly picked it up and started strumming the familiar chords of my favourite song: 'Somewhere only we know' by Keane.

I walked across