Chapter 7

I eyed him disgustingly as he licked the spoon. He turned to me and was confused about why I was looking at him horribly.

I've been observing him for quite a while now, and I've noticed that he is a very weird person to hang out with. Not that it's a bad thing.

"What?" he asked.

After renting a car, we headed to a crowded place in the city and found an ice cream shop.

When we were ordering, all he did was flirt with the cashier the entire time, which mad my blood boil. The girl was red as a tomato and all he ever did was wink at her.

"You're such a flirt." I rolled my eyes and went back to my ice cream cup as we continued walking together in the sidewalk beside the lake.

He swallowed the ice cream in his mouth before giving all his focus on me. "So? Not my fault you can't get guys who's interested enough to date you." he teased. I scoffed at his statement.

"Not that anyone would." he mumbled but I was still able to hear it.

"Hey! I had a boyfriend once!" I argued to pointing him my spoon, extremely offended by his statement.

His name was Jonah. He was amazing. Things just got messy about our relationship. He started being distant to me. We both barely made time for each other. He was a very funny guy too.

We started dating two years ago, and our relationship lasted for five months. He literally forgot my birthday. And I remember that one time where he poured all of my super expensive french perfume in the toilet just because he was embarrassed his shit would smell.

"...and beside, no guy is good enough to date me." I replied confidently, swinging my brown hair off of my shoulder.

He raised his eyebrows at me. He narrowed his eyes as it left my face and slowly went down to check my body up and down. "Yeah, no. You're not good enough to date anyone."

I gasp. "Beside...you're a really bad influence on other people." He went back on his ice cream.

That made me think. I can't deny the fact that I am indeed a very bad influence on people. But at the same time, I'm quite proud of it. My hobbies are bad ones. My talent is...well, nothing. And my personality is kind of basic.

"At least I'm not boring like you." I snapped back. That made him snap his head towards me as he glared his eyes at me.

"I am not boring." he defended himself. That made me roll my eyes and scoff.

I playfully gave his shoulder a little push before opening my mouth to speak up. "Yeah right. I mean...chocolate ice cream? Come on. That's literally the most boring flavor ever."

It was his turn to scoff. "Chocolate ice cream is not boring. Look at your ice cream flavor! Unicorn's rainbow? Really?!" He pointed down at my now finished cup of ice cream.

As we were walking, I found a trash can near me, so I quickly threw the cup, and went back on Renz.

"Chocolate is literally the most boring flavor ever. Unicorn's rainbow's flavor is literally heaven in ice cream form." I did a chef's kiss with my finger.

"It's literally not. I'd rather have vanilla." he whispered underneath his breath.

We both let the topic go when he finished his ice cream. People were starting to gather up in the sidewalk we were in that was beside the lake.

"What's...going on?" I tiptoed and whispered in Renz's ear. I felt him stiffened up before letting out an air. He just shrugged.

There were people looking up the sky. A couple of families waking by. A mother and her daughter. A father and his son. Some cute couple.

My eyes focused on the families that had huge grins on their faces. A father carrying his and his wife's son in his arms as he points at the stars. While his wife was leaning her head on his husband's shoulder, closing her eyes as she rubs the baby bump on her stomach.

My chest suddenly felt as if it was carrying so much weight. A frown now rested on my forehead.

Why couldn't my mom and dad be like that? Why can't they just love each other like a normal couple would? Why couldn't they at least try for their own daughter? The feeling made me felt gloomy and melancholy. I hated feeling like this.

"Hey," I felt Renz's hands on my shoulder as he made me look at him. "What's wrong?" he asked. A small frown plastered on his face.

A drop of my tear slowly fell out of my eye.

In my peripheral vision, saw lights struck in the skies. People cheered blissfully as they talked to their companions. I didn't have to look to know it was fireworks.

"Sorry." I looked down and I wipe my cheeks with the sleeve of my jacket.

I didn't want to show my weakness to anyone. I barely cried in front of someone throughout my life. I didn't wanna seem weak in front of them. It's embarrassing.

My eyes avoided his gaze and turned to the small flower booth on the sidewalk.

My tradition suddenly entered my mind.

Every time that I do this type of stuff, I would always get any thing that I find and preserve them. Whether it's a candy wrapper, a candle, a newspaper, or even a piece of wood, I'll keep them.

And right now, I'm thinking of a keychain.

"Hey, let's buy a keychain." I grabbed the sleeve of Renz's jacket and dragged him to the booth.

The owner of the shop is an old French guy who is surprisingly around seventy years old. His shop looked and smelled really good. Souvenirs were placed in every corner.