We walk swiftly across the street, the polluted air sweeps through me. The chaos of the unharmonized alarm of vehicles visits my ears, destroying my cool. A number of people bump into me in this unknown street. The polluted air weighed dust, dirt, and humidity making my skin moist with sweat. My backpack suddenly feels burdened as if it absorbed the air. Luke stays hidden on the afternoon scorcher, his brown hair pops here and there in the crowd. Someone pulls me to the side forcing me down on the bench. A pair of blue eyes study me, I pull out my water bottle releasing myself from his gaze.
"What happened to your car?" I ask
"At home."
"Why?" I just couldn't further question him.
"The last time I got it Liam shattered the glasses."He answered with a dry mouth as sweat runs down from his forehead taking a leap from his pointed nose.
We stayed there in silence for a few minutes possibly the noise in the world seems full to our ears. We resume are walking after a while but this time it was better, in a mosey way.
In a matter of five minutes, we reach his place. A pale greenhouse sits comfortably on a dirty lawn. I trail behind him inspecting the graveyard of weeds. From a closer look, the pale green paint oozed out of the weathered wall. A tremor would bring the whole house to pieces.
He unlocks the door and gestures me to enter like a waiter. I chuckle at his honest behavior.
I'm welcomed by the cool spirit of the house. With a quick scan, I could tell the house was neatly maintained. The white walls cool my fingertips as I trace them and my feet rhythms against the wooden floor.
A couch, a pair of chairs, and a table are arranged in a welcoming manner. Towards my left is a narrow corridor decorated with photo frames. The first picture shows a preschool boy kicking a football in the air. I recognize him by his blue eyes. I admire his innocent beauty, that happy smile remained even after a decade. He looks so adorable!
One of the pictures contained Zedd and Luke placing their arms on each other plastering a victory smile, their clothes smeared with mud. What emphasized the picture was that Luke wore metal grilled teeth.
"You wore braces?" I giggled my laughter resonating in the narrow passage.
He offers that goofy smile removing his stinky socks.
After I observed all the pictures on the wall which basically contains his football journey, a question quickly rises in my mind. Where are his parents? Not a single picture contains them, not even a glimpse. This question haunts me, threatens to voice out but when I open my mouth it's just dry breath.
The corridor leads into the kitchen, a mini-refrigerator comes to my view. A small fruit basket placed quietly on the granite counter. A stove and a few plates lie vaguely on the counter.
Luke digs into the refrigerator as I clamber up to the counter my legs loosely hang from its height. He hands me a canned soda the chilled can widely spread my moist palms. I gulp it down without a second thought the excess liquid drools out of the corners of my lips. I wipe it roughly by the back of my hand as I catch Luke's amused expression.
"You drank that in less than a minute." He comments.
"I was thirsty." I shrug.
Our laughter echoed around the pale house, the walls resonating emptiness. As we watch animated figures act behind the screen of his flat television. My mouth grinds a cheesy pizza, the taste celebrating in my mouth.
He shows me his trophy collection, the Wilson cup the largest among them. He shelters them in a separate corner of his living room, proudly describing its self-worth, the memories it bore.
The bedroom mimicked the size of my room. A brown cupboard guards the window, the floor matted with a clean carpet. A soft bed, a study table, a bed stand, etc complete the room.
The windows pictured a twilight sky, the birds swiftly flying home. I give him a nervous smile which he understands. He pulls out his keys and we head downstairs.
He stations his car on the driveway of my house, I thank him for the evening and wave him a good night.
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"FIND THE BLESSINGS IN EVERYTHING."
AUTHOR's NOTE;
It's ANOTHER BORING CHAPTER, SORRY.
{JF Abraham}
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The Guy Through My Window
Spiritual{Completed} Judith Williams a Christian girl is been forced to help Luke Marshall the football lout in knowing her best friend Hannah his crush. He learns that the only way to get to know her is to become a Christian. Will he stand true strong to hi...
