Passover love

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Too much toothpaste.
That's the taste I'm obviously going through right now. My mouth is filled with too much viscid in between my teeth. I frown when I just taste and cringe a lot by it.

Blatantly, the oh-so-loud friend of mine, that I'm currently staying for the night, applied a bunch of toothpaste in my brush when I wasn't looking.

She's now using the edge of the door to support her laughing state. Holding her potbelly, her eyes wrinkle and almost her eyes cannot be seen.

I rinsed by mouth and brushing the toothpaste that is sticking too much, forcefully. Finally, I looked over at Prisca's place earlier, now, she's gone.

I walked downstairs to their kitchen and saw my favourite cereal they always make me. Apparently, they know I'm prohibited upon eating it. Stubbornly, I sat down and get the spoon and start digging my cereal.

"How was your morning, Vas?" Asked Tita Karen as she sat down at the side of Athans. In the corner sat Prisca as she make her mouth avoid from laughing.

"Great." I flatly said. Dipping my spoon into the cereal, I notice some different color's inside of it. Precisely, I was staring at it so long. I was just comparing my life into a cereal. That has it own wall to lean on. The milk.

If only I could just make the sea float out of me. Making me float into a sea of milk, glimmering with it boldness, rinsing from it's cool color elegance. Just as the sea of milk drain my problems, things could have been better. Probably much more easier.

"I'll drive you home." Athans butted in when I called my personal driver to fetch me. But here he is, making his way to help me and my imperceptible problems.

Actually, it's Prisca who's driving me home but she's having her morning sickness. She always have that. That's why I met her. She and me are way too different. Subtle it is.

I gestured to open the shotgun seat, but Athan's opened it instead of me. Really.

"Thanks." I said, almost a whisper.

Both of the siblings are fond to our house already. They've visited me and turned our house into a law firm as they travel around there, quarrelling unnecessary things.

As much as possible, I shut my mouth up. Just staring at the window, shimmered with natural light, as the sun shines so brightly and beautiful. So as my mood would be. And I hope it stays.

The atmosphere was cold—too much silence. As if this is someone's funeral. He kept so silent this morning and it's way too far from Athan's I knew. Maybe he was just not in the mood. Or maybe not.

He looked so serious looking straight. Like the streets are nothing to him but a unnecessary euphemism. I should stop looking at him and maybe he'll notice, yeah.

But he just did.

"What?" He asked, confused.

Dang it.

"What's with this silent boy I'm with? Where's the Oh-so-Handsome feeling Athans?" I couldn't help my mouth to talk. I just said that, did I? I messed up.

His jaw move as he looked at me with his cold stare. Too cold that made me think for someone. But this stare cannot be freezing. It'll just make you cold—plain cold. Not a so-cold. That makes your nape colder than anything as an Iceberg touches the heated part existing inside me. But I think I don't have anything warm inside me. All is dark, cold, glum that is full of unhappy thoughts, forcing you to take a path which is blurred by it's complete darkness.