So Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays were ordinary days. But Saturdays are stormy days. Yeah, he became my piano tutor on Saturdays. And at first, I hated to admit that he was really my tutor. Come to think of it, we were on the same age, 13, and he, of all people in the world was my tutor? It really sucks. Thinking of the idea turned me green with envy. Yeah, I envied him, because he has everything, well, almost. But as days grew by, I thought, it doesn’t even matter if he’s so super everything-all-in-one guy, I just have to swallow my pride for the sake of playing the piano.(By the way, I really wanted to play the piano, It was one of my greatest dreams. But no one knew about it though, except for Ms. Tisdale who found out about my piano passion. She caught me several times in class day-dreaming and pretending that my desk is a grand piano.)
As time passed, Envy turned to admiration. We started to spend good times with each other. He became close to my family. Mom and Dad loved him so much. Grandma was so proud of him. My grandpa treated him like his own grandson also. And me? Well, it turned out that I was his ever faithful ,one-and-only, true, best friend! I know you’re thinking “Good heavens.” Or blurting out words such as “ Liar!” But honestly, I was his best friend. Only best friend.
There was no day that I spent without him. He was that 24/7 friend you’ve always wanted. J has been such a good helper not only to my family, friends, our neighbors and strangers but also to me. He’s always there to cheer me up, to buy me my favorite food, to paint my toenails with colorful nail polish, to read me a book he previously read for a zillion times, to give me a flower, and he’s even there to help me in my algebra homework. Sometimes he’s also there to let me doze into sleep by counting sheep during my insomnia attacks. He’s that type of friend that you’ll die for when you have your bad- hair days. He was also good in cooking and tell you what, one thing I admire him the most is when he’s doing the dishes at home. He’s just so awesomely gentleman. I realized that smiling is his habit, and never his charming ways to lure a girl’s heart. He’s been there for me in my whole high school years. He’s my shopping partner, my tutor, my brother-sister, my nanny, my slave, my all in all. (I know, I know, exaggeration.) He’s really been there during my highs and lows, he’s there ‘til I finished the whole course of John Thompson’s piano lessons. He has a good heart. He’s my great friend that never stopped dreaming and achieving. But sometimes he’s my monster friend I really disliked. Well, you may be confused but, strange as it is, he never called me by my name (and that’s what I disliked) instead, he called me “dear.” Funny, yeah, a li’l embarrassing too. Stupid sense of humor. I just feel so complete with him. My high school years seemed to be the greatest that time has given me… or so I thought…
On our high school graduation, J gave me a silver necklace with a seemingly old bronze key pendant. He told me that someone who’s very dear to him gave it to him when he was a child and that he wanted me to have and keep it as a symbol of our friendship. Oh, so corny. But I appreciated it. The pendant looked like an antique and I liked it. I was sort of ashamed for I have nothing for him so I gave him a big tight bear hug and he nearly choked to death gasping for air. We laughed for hours and stayed awake the entire night talking about stuff like surfing, Samurai X anime series, and parlor games we like, hand-painted our white t-shirts, ate 3 dozen pieces of pizza and watched a horror movie. It was a night to remember. Our graduation night.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
