Summer Breeze

My Only Friend

Time flies when you are staring into his eyes, I remember it like it was this morning because well it was. Harvey decided that standing at the door was not comfortable. We started talking about school and sport when he walked over to the bay window where I was sitting. Signalling whether he could sit down or not. He was so gentle and so perfect. The sun shuns on his hair allowing it to glow. Staring into his eyes, was the best feeling...

"You're starting, again?" he said looking back with a cheeky smile

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't realise." smiling at my shoes.

Like before we started laughing at the thought of nothing. I could see myself getting used to this. I mean I am not normally the social type, music is my voice and without I am a socially awkward teenage girl. 

"I realised, you don't talk much," he said looking at the floor as if he said something wrong.

He was right, I hate talking. Today, I bet was the most I have ever talked to someone. I couldn't believe, California was the place I made a friend. I heard my mothers voice from downstairs, Harvey quickly hopped out of his seat, and walked out the door. My mind was still stuck on my previous thoughts.

"Wait, I made a friend!?" I shouted as I stood up for the warm seat, only to realise I said my thought out loud. My clumsy feet couldn't even deal with the excitement, falling over my shoes as I walked towards my door. 

"OW!" my foot was burning, I said as I laid on the floor.

I couldn't believe this, I had made a friend, Harvey must think I am crazy. He must think I am crazy. The floor was warm and cold at the same time. I couldn't bear it anymore, sitting up I looked to realise Harvey wasn't in my room. I quickly hopped up and ran to the door.

"Harvey..." I quietly questioned, the only other door that was open was my creative space, my special place. . I didn't even think, I sprinted across the hall and oof. 

"Ow!" my face met someone's chest, it was hard and soft at the same time. It felt like in a hug it would be the perfect warm embrace. I mean it was Harvey's chest wait, Harvey! No, he is just a friend, we are just and only friends. 

"Hey, hey... you're awake." I felt his hand grasp my back, raising my spine.

"I am so sorry, that was totally my fault," I said a dusting off his shirt where my lip gloss mark, stained, "I just am clumsy and-," I said looking at the ground like a child that had just gotten in trouble. "The stain on your shirt is my fault."

"It can come out of my shirt with a simple wash, although, I like the smell." He lifted my chin gently with his thumb and index finger. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I quickly escaped his grip and went back to staring at the floor. 

"I think afternoon tea is ready." I said turning around still not making eye contact. I guess it's okay to feel awkward, I'd rather feel that way and be real than any other. The authentic me loves deeply, laughs often and cries at the sorrow of others. I get emotionally attached and show my soul as if it were a movie... but hey, that's me, wearing "awkward" as if it were my own exclusive label.