Keia's POV
We were cruising through the road again. I wasn't wearing my new dream dress come to life because it wasn't beach wear so instead, I wore a pair of white denim shorts, a turquoise crop top with spaghetti straps and a lace short sleeved top on top, (I just said top too much didn't I?) and flip flops.
Before we left, Cyrus went into my bathroom and found what's left of my hair on the floor. He asked me why I cut my hair. I had to honestly reply.
"It, it felt like a burden. A piece of my past, dangling behind me. So I decided to get rid of it. "
"I liked your hair long. It flowed in the wind so well, it was so..you."
It brought tears to my eyes because as much as I loved my hair too, I felt like it was something dangerous. So I cut it to just below my shoulders and used a curling iron to make it into waves. I split it in half at the centre and dyed it a darker black from its slightly brown colour. My mark was hardly visible then so it succeeded in giving me peace of mind.
Cyrus was wearing a pair of white shorts and light brown swim shirt. He wore new sunglasses seeing as the last time, I took his glasses and most likely was not going to give them back.
My hair still flew in the breeze, just less than it should.
"Why a beach party though?" I asked.
" What do you mean why? " he said with a laugh.
"The world is full of beautiful, amazing places with beautiful, amazing people. There's no reason to have to be around them."
" Why not? "
"It's a disease. The contagious feeling to want to be somebody special. The feeling like you have to be a certain name and keep it. We have different mixed vibes and a lot of them don't agree with each other, but according to a majority rule. The main piece of your brain has been wired to believe that impossible is possible. So you start to go out your way to be that impossible because being regular isn't an option. It's too overused. But the way the world is working now, in a way that everyone is looking for that impossible, being regular had become unique and different. So that none special different is treated like it has no place in the special big wide world. So being beautiful is hard to fight, not being regular. You're fighting to not be special, not to not be regular. So you're caught in between, you feeling me?"
He was silent and took off his glasses to look at me. He looked wowed.
"That's...actually smart."
" Thank you, " I said.
"I mean... Really noteworthy. You should write that down."
I laughed. "You're just messing with me."
He didn't tune into humour mode, he remained serious.
"No, really. Have you ever thought about trying poetry? Now you've given me a lot to think about."
" Well, when you are sitting on the fence, you have a lot of time to think about life. "
"The fence between what exactly?"
" Life and Death. " I said after a pause and a sigh. I looked away from him afterwards and at the road ahead. He did the same, but slowly reached for my hand and gently squeezed it.
"That's a very odd way of almost convincing me to not go to a party," he said, trying to lighten the mood .
I smiled a bit and said, "I guess it is."
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful People
Teen Fiction"There's a world beyond being rich, famous and popular," he told me. I never believed him. Yeah sure, he could pretend like he wasn't a part of that world. Like he had no relationship with wealth and easy life. He told me he wasn't fased by all tho...
