Flowers From You

chapter seventeen

Amoret.

I blink many times and squint my eyes to see it was him sitting near the door drinking coffee and scrolling through his phone. Also checking all the features of his face from memory: blue cerulean eyes (check), sharp jawline (check), fair light skin tone (check) and fashionably clean side-swept auburn straight hair (check).

Though, the difference is he had some band aid on the bridge of his nose. I didn't know he had a cut on his nose, but whatever, why do I need to mind that.

I pursed my lips firm and hold my breath, sweltering as I'm thinking that producing little sounds would make that red head turn his head on me and beat me up like what I did to him last weekend. But no, they're just all my imaginations.

And I can't afford to be beaten up especially on the face.

I haste to recline to my seat and shrink to the corner beside the window where the chances of him not seeing me are high.

"I thought you were leaving", Payton said with eyebrows arched, and then sips on his frap making those small slurping sounds.

At first, I hesitated to tell him but, he's the only person who might probably will help me in this damn misfortune because he's the only (probably) trustworthy person I know within the walls of Starbucks. I guess I have no choice after all.

"I-I changed my mind", I stammered, "Perhaps I could sit here for a while and... you know, have a chat like what you want".

"So what's that offer you're talking about?", I added.

Payton furrowed his eyebrows, "You suddenly become weird, but whatever", he commented then set his frap on the table, "Before I tell the offer, you must tell me who's that important someone first".

I pondered if I'm going to answer or not, if I would give this guy a chance to be a part of my life or not, and if he's going to add troubles or not.

But in the end, I sighed and sit straight, there's no evading on this guy because of the meat head nearby the door. Meat head, sounds pretty than red head. I guess I had a new nickname for him, huh?

"The name's Hadyn, we're best friends for like 3-ish years and so", I answered, "...Aaaanndd he kind of not feeling well this time that's why I want to visit his home, check on him if he's okay", then decided to bend over to the side to check meat head, still there.

"What're you looking at the back is there something-" he asked and was to look behind, but I interfered as I abruptly sat up straight.

"No! It's just nothing", I blurted, "I just sensed something so I look at it".

He just nodded as response and swerve his head to me again. He swiftly divert the topic to Hadyn, then inquired about him and our friendship. I also move my butt in the middle of the bench while I stole quick glances to the meat head who seemed about to be depart the place.

"You seem to have a special kind of friendship, but I wonder how you two first met", he inquired. When my ears alight the words 'first met', it caught up all my attention and my mind brought me back 3 years ago.

To the moment I never knew I would met a friend.

Flashback~

I flee from the house, from my home. I ran as fast as I could until legs swell. I let my feet led the way without knowing the direction of where I would go as I cried and shed tears.

I never wished that this day happened, I never wished to have my parents separated.

It's just, why? Why does God allow this to happen to us? Why everything around me starts to fall? Why does every person I love need to leave?