give it a try.

I want to call him, talk to him-just the two of us and ask him about the things he told me and what I meant to him. Lately, he's been telling me words that a stupid friend wouldn't tell you. I don't want to feel awkward with him and I don't want him to. I just want to clear out things that's been living in my mind for hours now.

I never been in love. I mean.. with real people. I only cry over boys who are fictional. I never waste my tears crying over a boy who doesn't think enough about his future-and it's a big turn off. I don't really have an ideal guy, as long as you're hardworking, honest, and most especially- a dreamer. 

A dreamer who shares his dreams with me. A dreamer that isn't afraid to take risks. The one who would accept me and my 20 other personalities. Too much, maybe he's not existing.

But I already had a crush,but I don't consider it as 'love' because it was just...I JUST DON'T. My childhood crush-and I don't even know his name, just his seven-year old figure-not his face too, he always wear a Spider-Man mask.

I always see him playing in our street, he would wore his red cape and would run like he's been chased by a dog. At that time, I was in the garden, reading The Little Prince. He was too noisy and it makes my concentration gone. 

My temper was quite low, so I shouted at him.

“Hey-you!” I yelled making him stop and glanced at me.

“Can you just be quiet? Can you see that I'm reading here?” 

“Probably...no.” 

“And now you know, so you better be quiet, okay? Or else I will call 911.”

“They would just hang up your call. It's nonsense.”

He never stopped his afternoon habit and he always annoy the six-year old me with his sound effects he added with his own voice, it sounds like a cheap dying car.

Until one day, we became friends. I don't know how that happened. I never saw his face, just hear his voice. I was crying that time by the reason Mom wouldn't let me ride my bike without training wheels. I was sitting next to the tree that time and then he sat with me.

“Why are you crying, weird kid?” he ask and I ignored him. “ You shouldn't cry about stuffs that doesn't deserve your tears. Don't worry, you'll get better soon.”

Then after that, we started talking about different types of nonsense. We would talk about Jake and The Neverland Pirates, the untold story of abandoned places, and stuffs about him and me. I once ask him if he could take off his mask, but he always tell me he can't do it. And the only name I gave him is 'spiderboy'. And he called me 'weird kid'.

Until one afternoon, I never saw Spiderboy again. I can't find him in the village anymore. I would ask my Mom, “Have you seen Spiderboy?” they would just laugh at me.

I really don't consider it as 'fall-in-love'. I didn't cry because of him or his departure. And I hope one day we'll meet again-but that would be impossible since I got no idea what his name is or how he looks like.

Today's our last day of trip. We gathered a lot of memories and experience first times. I woke up without Miss Mia beside me. I saw a note on the side table saying, "Darling, we borrowed your camera, I didn't wake you up, you're sleeping well, we will be back at seven."

It was already quarter past seven when Miss Mia entered the room with Grandpa and Tim- holding a small pouch. Then Tim opened it and films scattered in the bed sheet. I was left in an awe when I saw our faces. All of the pictures we took are now developed. I scanned each and I can't say any word.

“I'm planning to paste it on the walls in the stall.” Grandpa stated. 

Tim was smiling while looking at the picture, I stared at him and then he stared back. He then show me the picture he's looking. It was him, the photo Grandpa took before we ride the Ferris wheel.

 “Handsome,right?” 

“No.” Grandpa interrupted and then mess Tim's hair. 

Tim's eyes squinted and act upset. “The cashier told me my brown eyes are perfect.”

“Just eyes. Not face.” I said making him look at me in surprise leaving Grandpa do his dance and Miss Mia laughing. He put his hands on his chest acting he's hurt.

“Anyways...” We all look to Grandpa's direction. “We will be leaving tomorrow morning... Early in the morning, then we will be back to work the next day.” 

“Yeps.”

“We need to change the music track and the books, too.”

Then silence covered the room and then an idea struck in my mind.

“How about... we write our own book?”

Tim stopped scanning the pictures then Miss Mia's lips opened in surprise and her eyes went round. Then they all gave a look that says, what-are-you-talking-about-?

“That's crazy.” Miss Mia replied with a wobbly voice.

“Why not give it a try?” Grandpa stated.

I stared at Grandpa and give him a wink.

“ Don't tell me we'll be writers this time?” Miss Mia questioned while putting his right hand in his forehead.

“Certainly.”

“Oh God.”