The Conspiration of The Universe (Published under Cloak Pop Fiction)

Matt the Conspirator

Hot as hell in the morning and gentle at night. This is how fickle the temperature here in UPLB. I thought, if the temperature here in UPLB were a person, then it would probably be a girl because of her mood swings. No, better yet, if the temperature in UPLB were a person it would be probably me. Hot in the morning gentle at night! Ha! If Luke were here I would probably smudge that in his face. Come to think of it, I am only like that when I was with Luke. Thinking of him reminded me that he was with her girlfriend, Sydney. He is probably having a very good time tonight, with all the stars glistening at the night sky like they are purposefully created for Luke. While me, I'm just here lonely strolling along the silent streets of the University, ready to go home.  The saddest part of this strolling thing is that people that I know, who sees me as a class clown or a natural joker, thinks that I don't get these kind of lonely nights. I have to create a happy façade in front of everyone but the truth is I am lonely and sad inside.

            I know Luke had taught me to express myself but along the process of that, I learned that nobody likes someone who always pout at the world, someone who would make you feel that life is not worth it. Okay the last part is kinda exaggerated but, hey, the point is happy people get sad too, okay? Ugh, who am I talking to anyway?  Maybe this is a side effect of being alone- crazily arguing with your self and then realizing that the best companion in the world is only yourself.

            "Sir, excuse me!" a woman's voice coming from behind rescued me from my wistful thinking.

            "Yes?" I turned around and saw a girl with a shiny red hair, probably dyed, with a flashy outfit. She looks like she came from a different world.

            "Hi, sir!" she greeted with a cheerful voice.

            "Yes, beautiful lady, what is it you want?" I asked. I tried to maintain my cool but heck why did I just say that she is beautiful? God, Matt! Well she is beautiful though but unconventionally beautiful. How do I explain this? She is not model like beautiful but a bourgeoisie kind of beautiful. She was a little bit fat (hmm what I mean by that is she is not anorexic skinny thus she is healthy fat, I guess?) and I find that find that really attractive.

            She pulled a lace of her red hair and gracefully placed it behind her cute little left ear. Uh oh, base from that body language, I might had made this situation awkward.

            "I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to make you feel awkward I just..."

            "Could I take a picture of you?" she said in a rather increased volume. Now that she mentions it, I noticed her camera dangling from her neck. But what really caught my attention is her face that is about to have the same color of her hair. I don't want to over think this, but she might be some kind of my stalker or something. Ah no, maybe just one of my many admirers. Ha! That is what I would probably say when I tell Luke about this! But kidding aside, this girl is really something huh?

            "Oh is that so? Then miss, I must tell that what I have said earlier, I mean it. I mean each and every word of it. I'll also let you take a picture of me because I am so kind and generous. " I retracted my previous message to her. Oh Matt, this might be your luckiest night! A potential pretty girl just asked a picture of me and damn I feel so popular now. I brushed up my hair to dishevel more by curly hair and looked at her with all the confidence I could muster.

            "Sir, could you just walk like the way you walked earlier but this time you're facing me and my camera. And sir, could you try to avoid looking at the camera so it would look like it was candid. My suggestion is you look down at your shoes while walking." she instructed and so I did what she wants and flashes of light burst out from her camera.

            "Have you captured my best angle?" I asked confidently.

            "Uhm, I think so. Anyway, thanks for your participation. This picture by the way would be use as a documentation of a report of mine."

            "Oh, what is your report about?"

            "It is about showing what a loner looks like!" she said with her tone different from before. Before I could say anything else she giggly skipped away from like a little brat she was. I dabbed my hand into my chest as I felt pain evolving from there. "My name is Elizah by the way. I think you're into me aren't you" she turned her back and then continued to skip away from me. I smiled a little because I knew it. She really is something and I swear that that wouldn't be the last time I would be seeing her.

            And so I went home gallantly opening the door to our apartment itching to tell Luke all about this girl I just met but the moment I saw him, my mood suddenly changed.

            "Luke what's the matter?" I asked with a low tone in my voice.

            "It's Sydney. She had broken up with me". his voice sounded shaky. 

            And there I thought Luke was having the time of his life.

            "I'm sorry, bud. I'm sorry." That is all the words I could think of right now. I never saw him this low before. He looked so obliterated right now. I patted his head and I thought, as he had told me before, I am conspiring with all of the Universe to make my best friend, the boy with the blue book, happy again. And just like that, I never knew that the Universe really did have both a conspiracy and aspirations set out for him. "Conspirations", I coined.