Being Next to You - Always there

rina - text messages

     My name is Irina Belle Bookman, and I did something unbelievable today.
     I got angry. It might because this person resembles my older brother.
     Sorry, brother. I wish you could forgive what your little sister have done today...
     Rewinding the story back:
     Julian's hand is painted in red.
     He was bleeding, and we both don't know the reasons why. I just grabbed his icky wrist, and then dashed down to the hallways.
     What was Julian's reaction you've asked? Well, he reacted as a normal person would do.
     "Rina. Hey... Rina... Where are we going?? Would you please slow down..?"
     I refused to. "No," I spewed out.
     "What??"
     I turned around, I frown at him and then glared at his left hand.
     I touched it, and there was pain shown in his face.
     "Look at your hand, just look at it! Why weren't you saying anything?! It's obvious that you are hurt!! Ah, there's so much blood!! You hit your face but the one that is bleeding is your hand! Ah...! I hate this kind of stuff...! Why is it you and he always keep... these... things... quiet.... "
     He was staring. It became disturbing. He looked away then I heard him laughing, though, he was covering his mouth.
     "Why are you laughing?!?" I watched him giggling. I don't know if I'm annoyed or upset— they were all mixed together. I don't feel happy to the slightest, even though he's so cute.
     "Julian!" I fumed.
     "Ah, Sorry." He tried to stop, yet he did not. "It's, well, I've never imagined you'll get so mad at me."
     Goodness gracious, he is so cute. But I shouldn't show that I was affected by his charm. "That doesn't make me happy," I retorted.
     "Sorry about that, Rina," he apologized again. "Who were you comparing me to? I don't see that face quite often." It caught his attention.
     His oblivious flirts were dirty.
     "You and my brother have some similarities. Particularly, to your personality. He keeps his self in a bottle. Despite, being sensitive to pain," I replied, I felt I lost a fight.
     There was a peak of interest in Julian's face.
     "I see," he responded. "I'm glad to know that there's someone similar like me."
     He was smiling a lot today, very unfair. I breathe out, "Let's go to the infirmary, Julian..." I gave up.
     "Okay. But let's not run, it'd be bad if we're caught," he said.
     "We're not running!" My voice raised again.
     The extreme conversation ended. Again. Awkwardness.
     Julian and I head to the infirmary— to get some medicine, or band-aids, or whatever he needs.
     The way he walks, his posture and his silence was captivating— in my standpoint. It was weird for me to think that.
     Fidgeting fingers, please stop.
     I'm lucky enough that my crush is letting me accompany him. So, don't act harshly, you hear that! Irina Belle!!
     Julian's only being considerate. But, looking down at the ground, I wanted to know if he's okay being with his ex-girlfriend, or not... Thinking about it while using my head is chafing.
     It makes me sad.
     I cut the speed of my footing. Slowing down, looking between his legs, unconsciously. Julian turned around, and I turned away.
     Embarrassing. I just thought that his legs are slender and his ass is nice.
     You should be ashamed of yourself.
     Puppy barks. My phone is ringing, I checked, a message.

Are you okay?

* * *

     It was from Julian— he is just in front of me.

That is 'my' question. Is 'your' hand okay? 😑

* * *

     Sarcastic emoji. I texted him back. And he received it— I heard a ringtone. He glanced behind and texted me again.

To some degrees. I thought you'll be more comfortable if I texted you like this. You're having a hard time talking to me, y'know.