Forever

Church has never been my best place to be. There are so many interesting places like clubs ,parties,. etc. Am currently sitted at the backseat in church wondering why I came. And listening to a choir singing. Am bored to death so I take the most important thing in my life right now, my phone. I open my camera to take a selfie when my phone is snatched. What kind of monster would snatch my phone,? I look beside me and dark brown eyes meet mine. His hair is curled and.. my eyes trail to his jeans before he coughs and I look away embarrassed .Who would have known that there are cute guys were in church,? Certainly not me. Otherwise I would have been a fan. A major fan. "It's wrong to take selfies in church, "he says moving a bit closer as if he doesn't want people to hear. I take the chance in appreciating the scent of his cologne. Wow. "It's wrong to snatch people's phones, "I say.I hear him chuckle. The Bishop approaches the pulpit and we are all silent. I steal a glance at the guy beside me and he's looking forward. Straight forward, as if waiting for something. Probably a miracle. "Today's sermon will be about constants .Have you ever thought of having that one person who can never leave,? Who was there before time and will be there after time,. Who loves you in whatever condition,.. Yeah, church, am talking about a constant, am talking about God,.... "the Bishop says. I listen halfway before my mind travel overseas,. To the land of fantasy. Where am tall enough to touch the sky. And be with the stars.. Suddenly I hear people clapping ."Israel, would you kindly play the instruments, "I hear the Bishop say and the guy beside me walks to the front. Woooo. I watch each step he takes and I can watch him walk forever.He sits on a stool and plays the piano in a soft tune. Suddenly some musicians take the microphone and soft music is played. I love the atmosphere,but I take the chance to exit from church. I walk home and appreciate the birds singing. I love Sunday afternoons cause I do absolutely nothing.I arrive home and take off the dress and get comfortable with ragged jeans and a crop top. My favorite attire.I cook some spaghetti and am watching TV when I remember I don't have my phone.. Israel.

I knock at the house a've been directed to.It's a good thing it's not so far away from our house. I hear someone walking and the door is opened. Israel stands in front of me. I look right at his dark brown eyes and overcome the temptation of checking him out. Though it's hard not to. Why have I never seen him before,?. "Come on in, "he says opening the door for me.. I want to tell him that I just wanted my phone but I follow him inside the house. It's a beautiful house.I find paintings,.Bird paintings. And some fresh paint which tells me he's the one responsible for the good work. "You love birds, "I ask.He grabs a drink which he places in my hands before sitting at the stool adjacent to the paintings. "They just inspire me,. they fly so high, and since I can't fly,. I can at least appreciate the skill by drawing, "he says. Am intrigued.I wish I had a talent. Though I kinda piss people off. Maybe it's a talent. I sip the drink. It's a mixture of fruits. I don't love it, but I would, eventually. Then I spot a guitar.I stare at it. A've really wanted to know how to play it."You want to play it,? "I hear Israel ask and I jump to reality and find him looking at me. "Uhm,. I don't really know how to play,? "I say.He stands and get the guitar then places it on my hands. It's cold and heavy. He comes close to me and holds the guitar. His hand brushes mine. And my heart starts beating fast.I wonder if am going to learn anything. "I can teach you selfie girl, "he whispers. "It's Aliyah ,"I say. "Aliyah,.. that's a pretty name, "he says. His hands encircle mine as we pull some strings. The tune that comes from it is amazing, but I can hardly breathe. A've never been so affected by someone until now. Till freaking now. "I should go, "I say getting the guitar off me and standing up. I walk hurriedly to the door,. "Aliyah, "he calls and I remain rooted to the spot. He approaches me. "Here,take this, "he says handing over my infinix phone. Gee. I almost forgot about it. Again. What's happening to me? "Thanks,, this was fun, "I say nervously taking the phone and getting out of the house.. That was weird.
I spend my evening doing chemistry and assignments. Then Monday is here and I do what I know best, reading and writing my proposal on Aluminium cell .I love chemistry. I mean, what would the world do without us scientists, .especially us chemists. "So, he doesn't have a freaking tattoo,? "Abbi asks. She's my best friend and we are in my room currently choosing a dress which I would wear at the party. She wants me to look amazing. Wait, so do I. "No, Abbi, he doesn't, "I say for the 50th time today. I think she's exaggerating. "He seems like a good guy,. What was his name again?"she asks."Israel,.. And yes he's a good guy, "I say and her mouth is agape. Yeah, she's exaggerating. "But, you've never dated any good guy before,. You're always attracted to the bad guys, you know, tattoos,. Crazy haircuts, piercings,."she says. I agree.Wait,who said I was dating Israel?.
"Maybe it's just a crush,. help me off this freaking dress,"I say and we spend the next thirty minutes trying dresses and fixing our makeup. When we are satisfied of our looks we head outdoors. To where the party is hosted. The breeze is cold and I immediately regret wearing something short. The best thing about it is that it's not so far from our house. We pass past few houses including Israel's house before seeing so many teenagers. Others already drunk. We squeeze ourselves in and I head to the bar. Abbi leaves me once she spots her boyfriend Jason.I take a few drinks before scanning around. I see a guy who I assume we are in the same class winking at me and waving at me so that I could join him but I just ask for more drinks. I just don't feel the vibe.Or maybe am just not in the mood. I finish one drink. Two. Three. Before losing count. The music is so loud and the more I drink the more my head is spinning. Am going to get sick. I stagger and make it outdoors unharmed. My head is really spinning. There is no way ail make it to my house, so I do one of the things I would probably regret in the morning. I knock at Israel's house. I hear no movements so I continue knocking and knocking. After sometime I hear movement and the door is opened. Israel is standing there, without a shirt. Whoa."Aliyah, "he says a bit shocked to see me. "I feel sick and... "I say before I throw up right there, on his door and at his feet. This couldn't get any worse. He immediately holds me and carries me to the bathroom and holds my hair as I continue to throw up. I shouldn't have drunk as much. "How are you feeling Aliyah, ?"he asks placing a wet cloth on my forehead. I study his features more so his lips and I want him to kiss me. "Am feeling alot of things right now Israel, "I say placing my fingers on his lips. They feel soft, and well, perfect. I wait for him to take my hands away but he doesn't. So I continue. This time I place my lips so close to his and am almost having that kiss before he looks away. And stands up. I feel rejected. "You're drunk Aliyah, ,"he says before carrying me from the bathroom and into the couch. I watch as he places something warm on my body and I fall into deep slumber.