What I Think About Love

Dinner For Two

Driving through the town I noticed that a lot of it had changed. Or I just don't remember stuff as good as I think I do. Some parks are turned into parking lots. I won't say "OMG THAT'S SO SAD THEY ARE RUINING THE NATURE" cause I know that my complaining won't do as much and also I would be a hypocrite because I paint on paper with wooden brushes and pencils. So yea, all of those who fight against wood chopping and ruining stuff, you are all practically hypocrites. But I'm not God knows how smart or know anything about that, so who the fuck cares what I got to say about it.
Anyway, let's go back to that boring story where I tell you about a beautiful small town where I had all these beautiful memories with beautiful people and beautiful life. I'll just skip that part for you. You're welcome.

After a long ride, it seemed like I needed to take my headphones off and face my father.

"Place is pretty much the same as you can see. Only some inside rooms were remodelled so we could have a bigger space."

We? Who's we? Questions started falling on my mind but then I remembered. Oh yea, I don't care.

"Can you just tell me where my room is so that I can unpack my stuff?" - hastily I said already taking my baggage out of the car.

"It's where it's always been." - not knowing how to react he just answered to me without further questions. Or so did I thought.

"I'm making a special dinner tonight if you're interested. I'm preparing your favourite." -rubbing his hair on the back of his head and not knowing what to do with himself he waited for the answer.

"I'll think about it" -I know. For the first time, I didn't sound completely bitchy. I mean who would reject his favourite meal. If he knows my favourite meal at all. It's worth the shoot.

Room really did stay the same, except the messy part. He cleaned it up. All of my drawings are still here. I honestly thought they were lost. Looking at them and remembering how my parents would act like they were "that" good, I think about how much of an acting and will it took every time I came with a new one. Or they were just blinded by "love" just like my grandpa.

It was already 7 p.m and as I see all of my stuff are in place. I changed my clothes for the sake of others because I stank like some wasted, sweaty old guy on the street.

"I made some half-cooked eggs with some avocado juice and vegetables aside, just how you liked it back in the days." -he said nervously waiting for my response. To be real with you guys I was waiting for my response too. I couldn't believe that he actually remembers that.

"It smells really good" -I said already sitting on the chair and grabbing the eggs.

"I'm glad you like it."

I saw his shoulders falling down as a sign of relief after I, on my surprise too, was pleased by this dinner.

After dinner I offered to help with the dishes but he said it's not necessary so I went up to my room. He asked me to watch some television but I was too tired and also I think that was enough bonding for one day.
I sat on my bed thinking about the day and how life could be so much better, about all the wars that are happening in the world and all that kinds of shit. I decided to give my mind a break so I played some music. I was grabbing the headphones I left on the desk this afternoon when I saw a figure, a boy, handsome boy standing in front of me. Well not exactly in front of me but on a window across mine. He listened to some hard rock type of music. I kinda liked it. And I kinda liked seeing this tall boy with brown hair shirtless. He sure has something to show off underneath it. I'm staring I'm I? Shit. He saw me. Yup, he definitely saw me. He turned the volume down. Why am I not moving away from the window. For fuck sake here it goes.

"Have you ever heard it's not polite to stare and disrespect someone's privacy?" - cocky tone came out of his mouth.

"I'm not staring I'm just observing." - I should hit myself with a brick on my head right now.

"Oh are you?" -irritating smirk showed up on the side of his lips. That self-confident face expression of his was getting on my every nerve.

"Goodnight." -I said closing the curtains.

I'm so pissed at that boy right now. Who does he think he is? Just because other girls find that cute and attractive it doesn't mean it'll work on me. He thinks that he can throw on a little smile so that his dimples pop up, then blink with those dark eyes and you're his? Ugh, I'm disgusted with boys nowadays. They are just so.... I really don't have a word for it. Why can't boys be like Lloyd Dobler and come with a boombox under your window. The only thing in front of my window was a typical jackass.