Mark Lee is the resident bad boy and a well-known bully at school. But despite his rebellious façade, many girls still fall for him. He doesn't, however, fall in love with anyone because he believes he's just not capable of loving someone.
Or so he...
The days passed with us doing the same thing: we go to school together, we eat lunch together, I wait until her Math class is finished, and then we go home together.
Sometimes we'd go get ice creams, sometimes we'd buy chocolates.
But they weren't boring. In fact, they were fun.
She was fun.
Although sometimes she's very quiet. If she doesn't feel like talking, I would be the one telling stories about my life and she'd just listen intently. Other times, she'd be very talkative and share her own stories.
It was like that for us, taking turns in sharing. It was pretty awesome, to be honest, because I found out that we actually have some things in common.
Like the fact that she lived in Vancouver, which was where I used to live before we moved here ten years ago. And the fact that we both love Cadbury milk chocolate and Cookies & Cream flavored ice cream. And that we have the same favorite color, though hers is sky blue while mine is just plain blue.
I didn't mind telling her stuff about me. I felt comfortable around her. Which was weird, even for me.
I've never really talked about my personal life to any girl before, especially not to the girls I flirt with.
But her?
Well, I don't know.
I can't even explain it to myself. I feel really comfortable, and light, and just plain happy when I'm with her.
Maybe this is why my friends like her so much.
I haven't told her about my strained relationship with my dad, though. It's a bit too personal. She did the same. If she feels uncomfortable about a certain topic, she would politely tell me so, and we would skip to the fun part.
And speaking of the fun part, I found out that she also loves music as much as I do.
She actually listens to the same bands that I listen to like Pierce the Veil, Bring Me the Horizon, and Mayday Parade, and some other international and local bands. And she plays the piano.
That Friday on the first week of our make-up classes, I borrowed the key to the Music room and we hung out there, talking about music.
She was a bit shy in showing her piano skills, but she did play a part of Fur Elise by Beethoven. It was awesome.
I, on the other hand, showed off my guitar skills. She was pretty amazed, and I felt proud. And happy.
Happy, because aside from my friends, someone else appreciates my talents.
She was fun, and I was slowly starting to appreciate her too. You know like, in a way that you're happy because a certain person actually exists, and you're just thankful to the Supreme Being for letting you have a friend like her.
Yeah, that kind of appreciation.
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