Chill Out! [ SonAmy Story ]

Chapter 23 • A Peck

[ 10:40 pm ]

"Someone's coming? Then I'll be quick. Oh, how lucky to have this dagger!"

"Let my body be your sheath. Rust there forever, and let me die."

...

"Um, it sounds like you were forced to kill yourself. Clothes dirtied and your hair all tangled up." I heard a familiar voice said.

I turned around to see my brother, Pete, looking at me with his arms crossed and leaning against my door. Obviously, he was trying to keep his laughter in but I could tell he was about to burst into laughter any moment now. But this time, he was absolutely right.  "Sorry, I'm not really good at acting. As what I've been told." I sighed.

He chuckled and grabbed my script, "Say, why are you practicing Juliet's lines? Aren't you in the yearbook club?"

"I was until they asked me to be the replacement of Juliet!" I groaned. I sat down on my bed, looking above my bedroom ceiling, maybe trying to spot any dirt?

"Oh, yeah I forgot about that. It will take a while to heal that foot." He said, sitting down on my desk chair while reading my script.

"Say, you're supposed to sway the audience with Juliet's act of sacrifice, give her lines a more sad but realistic way of saying," Pete said, circling some of the lines with a pencil.

I nodded, "Aren't you a member of the drama club before? Why did you leave?"

He looked at me with his brow raised, "Didn't I told you before?" I shook my head, "I forgot, but it was something along the lines of you were beginning to feel pressured." 

Pete chuckled, "Close but it's because they were forcing me to act. It's not for fun anymore." He told me.

"Oh yeah, I remember now! That's why the whole drama club was devastated when you left!" I exclaimed. There was a bit of awkward silence before I finally stood up and stood in front of him. "Well then, please help me! I really don't wanna make myself a fool up on stage!" I pleaded, kneeling in front of him.

He chuckled, "Of course. But not without something for exchange."

Ugh. Here he goes again. His evil smirk, makes me want to use his punching gloves to knock him out. But I'm really desperate right now, and I also don't want to let the drama kids down.

I sighed, "I'll do your chores for a week."

He quickly rejoiced, and I followed with a slap on his arm. "Make sure you'll really teach me, or else the deal's off." I mouthed. He nodded and proceeded to show me the things he circled on my script and began to demonstrate. 

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[ 9:00 am ]

"Ugh. Kill me right now." I muttered, opening the exit doors of the theatre. "Practice will start again at 4 pm, Amy!" Colby, the drama club's leader, told me.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't be late." I responded. I quickly went to the cafeteria, thirsty for some iced coffee. Whoever invented this, must really be a genius! Both for fighting the heat and for energy! 

When I thought of the yummy Iced coffee, I happily went outside and walked through a pathway that leads to the cafeteria. Although I should get used to this by now, the cafeteria's architectural design is no joke. I quickly purchased an iced coffee and went outside to get some air.

I drank a huge sip of my Iced coffee and stretched my arms out a little, "Finally! Free!"

I heard a person laughing behind me, "Geez. What did those theatre kids do to you?" I turned around to see Levi, holding the same Iced coffee as mine. He walked towards me, his coffee on on one hand and a laptop on another.

"You'll never believe me, but my back is sore! And my throat is also so dry from all that practice!" I sighed. I took another sip of my Iced coffee, "Say, what brings you here?" He smiled, "I was just gonna look for a place to sit, and maybe walk around a bit." There was a bit of silence before he finally shifted his view on me again.

"Want to walk with me?" He asked. I nodded, after all, I really need to stretch my legs also.

While walking around, we talked about our opinions on the club this semester and about everyone's strongest points. I've also learned that he's actually a competitive swimmer, and is beginning his finals next month. So he wasn't really that bad from what the other club members described, it was just another one of those pointless gossips.

But maybe I was also too absorbed by all the gossip around the clubroom, of him being a delinquent before transferring here. And for starters, it's my fault for judging him too soon. I've never talked about him much, and I've also have not interacted with him that much also.

Now that I think about it, it was really uncool for me to judge him based on those rumors. "You know... you're not that really bad. As a person." I said. He stopped talking and looked at me in confusion, "What do you mean?"

I stopped walking and faced my body to his, "Well for starters, everybody in the clubroom basically thinks that you're a delinquent before transferring here. They say that you've been cruel to the other club members." I told him as if I was teaching him.

There was a bit of awkward silence, and I could feel the air around us get tense. He seems a bit confused and looked at me, almost seemingly as if I was telling him that pigs could do fly.

"Uh.. anyways! I wouldn't want you to be sad by those gossips--" Before I could say anything more, he began to giggle, before he then laughed really loud. Making everyone around us, who were just sitting on benches and below the tree look at us.

"Hah, what's so funny?" I asked him, confused.

He looked at me before he began to chuckle again, "I mean they're not wrong of me being a delinquent before. But damn, maybe that's why the other members are really afraid of me."

He regained his composure and looked at me with a smile, "But I could care less about what they're saying, it always makes me laugh that they have the time to worry about me than their lives."

"Um.. sorry if I hurt your feelings. I shouldn't have told you those things." I muttered. He shook his head, "No, I should thank you for telling me honestly. Now I could give them more paperwork than they already have." I widened my eyes, "Even me??"

He chuckled and shook his head, "Nope, since you've been honest to me." I sigh in relief, I already have much to do and doing more paperwork would lead me to the grave.

"You're really something, and you seem to be an interesting person." He smiled, and I felt my cheeks get pink. "The president really does know how to make others feel great about themselves!" I joked. But just them, he then kissed my cheek. I was shocked and unable to move, and I can feel my cheeks warm up.

"Huh?? Wha-wha-what was that for?" I stammered, as I touched the part where he gave a peck.

He chuckled and lowered his body to where our faces are really close, "A reward for being honest." He smirked before he walked away, making me really confused and flustered.

Did... did our President just gave me a kiss on the cheek??

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Maybe, it was fate telling me to let go. Or maybe I was just being pretentious.

I slammed the laboratory doors open, making Via yelp in surprise. "What the heck? Don't you know that these are expensive as hell!" She scolded, gesturing to the light bulbs and looking at me angrily.

I ignored her and sat on one of the chairs, it's as if my anger is chanelling the things I do around me.

She looked at me confused before I heard her breathed deeply. "You know, you could tell me what happened." She said. I didn't answer her for a moment, but maybe it was because I was too hurt to admit that what I saw was true. And maybe.. she changed.

"They got a little too close at the garden a moment ago."

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A new flame seems to light up. But the question is, who will she side on?

~creator