The moonlight is the only one that illuminated that night… or was it because it reflected from her beautiful eyes.
I get up very late in the afternoon. Eleven in the afternoon, that’s when she usually comes. The girl who lives next door to me, she, I have developed a certain fondness of her. I can’t seem to fully calculate her behaviors and actions. Usually I can do that when I know someone for a very long time. It’s been about a year since we last met. She woke me up too back then, just like she will do now in a about five minutes. There is nothing special today, I just happen to wake up at 10:55 AM. Waking up at 10 is very odd for me, you see. This body requires and pays strict attention to the amount of sleep I get.
It was midnight. I remember it hazily since midnights aren’t really my thing back then. She woke me up with her irritating ‘good morning’.
Now, I sleep at 4:00 AM to wake up at 12 in the afternoon. She seems to make it a big deal to wake me up with the ‘good morning’. I found different ways to protect my sleeping pattern from her terrible personality, but soon she overpowered them all.
I grew fond of her until I said I liked her in the cafeteria. It was funny how she turned me down quickly. It was weird in a way, but after some time, I realized that even I’d turn myself down back then. She has a superb reasoning to back up her actions. The thing is, courting doesn’t work for people like us. So we remained in a complicated relationship.
We always did crazy things.
As I remember, the craziest is when we took out a group of rowdy teenagers in some street. She picked a fight at them, it seems that she’s like those people back in history, like Leonardo da Vinci and Isaac Newton, people who have no self-control of their urge to do what they think is right. The group of rowdy teenagers (we’re teenagers too, 19yrs old, but I guess our mental mind is at mid-20’s already) back then was bullying some kid. I got involved soon after.
It is fun living next door to her, I grew flexible and we always had fun mind games.
And then I got hospitalized… She took care of me during the time I was in coma. As soon as I wake up, I never saw her again… for a long time at least.
Her somewhat deranged mind reasoned out that I was better off without her. She’s very eccentric, you see; and she often gets me into trouble.
“You idiot!” I said to her as she walks down the stairs. I caught up to her at some point; she was trying to evade me. “You know me enough to know that I should live like this…”
“If we’re going to be together, I guess it’s time you court me…” She bluntly said without the slightest feeling of shame with her statement. It is something that she can’t escape. She realized, perhaps millennia before me that this act of evading me is no longer what people who involves themselves in courting will do. This is different, this is me before herself. I guess she is right again. Then, finally, the complicated relationship is no more. It is simple now. Six months after we met, six months after she woke me up at 12 midnight, we are finally considered as a couple, officially at least.
She still calls me by my last name, it’s kinda unprecedented and cold but at the same time, it’s cool. I have a very awesome surname, ‘Hortaleza’, it is like a Spanish word for a person who is slippery, sly and elusive. We had various understanding about each other. We often made certain specifications and agreements for our ‘relationship’. Intimacy grew a little too, now she hugs me. You may find that as something that is weird, but she is really quite the repulsive person. She also don’t like physical contact except if it was her making the contact; violence, of course. She’s a brute with those arms. The slimness of those arms are only illusions covering the truth of how deadly it is. Although, we don’t fight and I don’t get battered if that’s what you think. She is sharply reasonable and she talks about things she doesn’t like.
