When we arrived at school, Lucas was half walking and half running because he'll be late in his first subject.
"What's your first subject, anyways?" Stacey asked.
"Core Lit. The prof's kind of strict. So I better get going. Master, see you later!" He patted my lower back that took me by surprise, then he ran and disappeared in the crowd.
Hopefully Stacey didn't saw that, because we'll talk about it non-stop.
I just ignored it and faced Stacey and gave her that suspicious look, cause I know what she's doing a while ago.
"What?" Stacey laughed.
"Are you really on my side, Stace?" She crunched her nose and curled the tip of her hair.
"Uh, I don't know. You two looked good together." My eyes widened. How dare she?
"Seriously? Your thoughts were scaring me." Stacey laughed once again. I mean seriously, she needs to take me seriously.
"You're overreacting. I'm just stating the fact." She then shrugged.
"No, it's not a fact." Then she chuckled.
"Come on, let's walk faster, Lay, we're going to be late." Yes, and if we're going to be late, it's not my fault.
Yesterday, Stacey decided that I should just call her in her nickname and she said that she'll give me one.
"I have a nickname, Stacey." I said to her in a small voice.
"Then what is it?" She folded her arms and we stopped from walking.
"My mom calls me 'Hopie' whenever she's feeling blue." I said to her.
"Then that's not what I'm gonna call you. From now on, you are 'Lay' and I am 'Stace', okay?"
And that's how it all started.
Stacey also explained to me that pronouncing our names is just waste of salivas.
Genius, right?
It's 12:45 in the afternoon and we were now on our last subject. We are having a votings today who is going to be part of the musical play: Beauty and the Beast, collaboration with the sophomores.
"Congratulations, Stacey. You got the role of Belle." Stacey squeaked and squeezed my right arm as Ms. Olsen, our adviser, announced to the whole class.
"Dreams do come true." Stacey whispered to me.
"You got this, Stace." I beamed at her, she deserved it, anyways. She's a complete package for the role.
Stacey then stood up and face us. I wonder who is going to be the Prince. Her Prince, anyways.
"Now, for the pianist." Ms. Olsen announced. She roamed her look around. I bowed my head down, cause I am guilty for the fact that I can play piano. And I don't want to get picked.
"Alayna's good in playing piano." A guy at the back said... I looked to where it was coming from. He's my seat mate at Ms. Pederson's subject.
Wait, how does he know my name? He can't even look at me whenever I ask him a question.
"Is this true, Ms. Summers?" I immediately pinched my arms, not knowing what to do. I looked at Stacey, asking for help.
"Uhm, actuall-" Stacey got interrupted by the agreements of my other classmates.
What the?
"If that is so, there's no need for voting, Ms. Summers is now our official pianist for this musical play. Okay, let's proceed."
What just happened? This isn't suppose to happen to me. For sure there will be rehearsals and going home late. I can't do that. I need more time to rest, or else, I might get weak.
I don't want to be in the spot light, too.
Ms. Olsen reminded us again that this is a collaboration project with the sophomores. We'll have our practice every Tuesdays and Wednesdays, since that's the only time that we are dismissed early.
When we got out of our classroom, Stacey was still comforting me. I am still in the state of shock.
"Lay, don't worry you'll do good." I looked at her, she has still no idea about my condition. And I am planning to say this to her, later.
As she held my arms, she was softly squeezing it, it is quite comforting, though.
Then, I saw Lucas running towards our direction. He has this big smile on his face like a child who got a prize at the children's birthday party.
But before he can really come to us, Nate approached him.
I could still remember the conversation of Nate and their other team mate about Lucas.
What a friend.
When they were done talking, Lucas came to us. I haven't noticed that I am frowning already.
"What happened to you, master? You seem in a bad mood." Lucas pressed the space between my eyebrows. "It's so soft, and cute."
"I'm always in a bad mood when you're around." I told him and removed his hand off of my forehead.
"So what really happened?" Lucas looked at Stacey, maybe he already knows that I won't answer him.
I hope Stacey will do the same.
"Alayna got picked by our adviser to be the pianist for the upcoming musical play." I heaved a long sigh.
Lucas was astonished. "For real? We'll rehearse together, cause I am one the guitarist."
"Really? Wow, this will be fantastic. Cheer up, Lay! You got Lucas." Stacey then held my arm and we all walked together.
I know what you're doing, Stacey George!
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We went to this popular coffee shop here in Tòrshavn. I ordered a Vanilla Macchiato, and I think I have my new favorite drink now.
We were having this conversation, actually, Stacey and Lucas were doing all the talks while I just listened to the both of them.
I wonder how they could do this? Talking without running out of topics. I find it so hard to think of something to talk about, it was like a punishment to me.
Then, I saw Clover entered the coffee shop, she was with her two girl-friends. She directly walked towards our direction.
I don't know, but why does she need to wear this nasty face everyday?
Yesterday, we bumped each other on the staircase, but her eyes never met mine, because it was locked on her phone. She didn't even said 'sorry.' Same bitchy expression.
"Hey, Luke. You here too?" Her mood suddenly changed into a cheerful one, like a perky child.
Now, that's interesting.
Clover put her hands onto Lucas' left shoulder. Then her look spikes through me. I averted my look."Oh hey, Clove. Yep, I'm here with—""The newbies, of course." There is an offensive tone in her voice. I looked at Stacey, and saw her brows arched.
Ever since that revelation, me and Stacey got even closer. I mean really close; every morning, we would go to school and go home together. We would eat lunch,together,and sometimes, she would go to our house and eat dinner with us.I think she became as my secondmomnow, feeling so light and comfortable when I am with her.All of this has now been part ofmydaily routine.
After our window shopping, we've decided to go to this Korean ramen shop. All my life, I've never eaten a ramen cause I think they're too spicy for me. Although, my mom told me that we are somehow Korean (because the cousin of our great great grandfather is a Korean), I still never tried it."I'm so happy that they have it here." Lucas babbled. According to Stacey, Lucas is half Chinese and half Korean. So he must have really love ramen.
In the third round, I saw a different side of Stacey, she's much serious than earlier. Her hands were controlling the controllers smoothly. She knocked out easily the girl in just 20 seconds.Everyone cheered when Stacey won in the third round. Then the girl smashed her controllers in anger.The fourth round begins, both players were so seriou
I already got discharged from the hospital. My mom insisted me to take a rest and not go to class for a while. But I explained to her why I needed to attend my class, and thankfully, she listened to me."Hopie, just be careful, okay?"' My mom stood up and took one of her paint brush on our kitchen's countertop.I know in myself that s
I used the stairs because I was just on the second floor. I surpassed the sophomores' class room. There's a huge window glass on their room that I could actually see what they're actually doing inside.I was walking slowly because I was so fascinated on their class activity. They were mixing different chemicals on a dry ice and it creates smoke with different colors.
"You know the reason why?" I continued asking then I looked at him and he was just looking on the clear blue water underneath us."Hmm. My mother used to say to me, that it was the magical power of Tórshavn." I frowned, what was he talking about. Lucas looked at me and tried to touch that soft spot between my brows."That's what she use
On the next day, after our teacher inMusicEddismissed us, we directly went to the auditorium; it is for our rehearsals for the musical play.Stacey hasn't still come back yet. I wonder what is taking her so long?I was just sitting in the corner, waiting for the instructions. Then, Dave, the lead guitarist started to call
Lucas tiptoed his feet as they climbed upstairs. He was holding a cake in his other hand, while his son's hand on the other."Mommy won't like this. She hates waking up at midnight." Blue, their first born, said in a grumpy tone of voice.He wanted to laugh, because he knew that Blue was the one who hates waking up at this hour. But for sure, his son will be much annoyed at him. And a hundred percent sure, he won't cooperate with him anymore.
Three years later."Shh, little Quen. Here... here's your milk." I immediately grabbed the bottle of milk beside me, and let little Quen have his milk.I closed my eyes in frustration when he ignored me and continued on weeping."Oh, little Quen. Please stop crying, please, please. I need to go, now." I've wanted to cry together with him in frustration.
The sun was just about to rise when I left the house. After everything had happened, I forgot that I still have some things in my locker. So I've decided to finally take all of it.As I approached SOMA, the sun was up already. It felt kind of heavy to be here again. There were tons of memories flashing in my mind.The campus was filled with birds' noises. It's a weekend, therefore there were no students roaming around the school.When I saw the
“As days passed by, we became the best of friends. We were inseparable, really. We went to school together, eating lunch together, even in our school play we were in it, together. Then I thought, having someone you call as a friend, it felt amazing. It was surreal, maybe because she was my first friend for my whole 18 years of existence here.” I gazed at Peter, his face was calm but I could see sadness through his eyes.“I could say that Stacey is the epitome of happiness. If you ever tried to be with her even for just a minute or so, you’ll feel comfortable in her side…” I let out small laugh.
I’ve witnessed an angel sets her majestic feet here on earth.Never expected this angel would appear in my existence.As this creature spread her wings,
With just three rings, he answered it immediately. I noticed that he just came out from the company he's working in. Roger greeted me joyfully, he badly wanted to go in here with Brook and his children to celebrate with us, but unfortunately, there's a project for him that needed to be finished immediately because of being absent for two weeks.I truly understand my dad. And I am so glad for him to greet me even just a phone call. Brook and Thorn, who were both in the house, joined the video call to greet me as well. Thania wasn't there, because she flew back in California to take her exam. But she sends her regards at me through a text message.As
"Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, to you." Karen, William and Lucas chorused as they sing the Happy Birthdaysong for me.They were all wearing a color red shirt, with matching party hats in their heads. Lucas was the one holding my cake with a number 18 candle on the top of it. I cannot help not to show a sunny and childlike smile to them.This was the exact picture as I celebrate my other birthdays. Me lying on the bed, watching myguestsas they pour their heart singing just to see me smile. But this year's a bit di
“It’s alright, baby. Let it all out.” Lucas tried to comfort me with his words. I sat down on the floor, my body felt weak and emotional right now.There is no one that could save me.Then I just felt my tears falling uncontrollably onto my face. Lucas was there to catch me in his arms.“Come on, get up. We’ll get you the hospital.” Lucas nuzzled closely to me, but I pulled myself from him.“Luc
Of course, both of my fathers’ thought of something to torture Lucas, and by torture they meant is to play Jengga with their hands dipped in iced cold water before they have their turns. If my Lucas lose, and I quote from: “Thee des’rve not our daught’r, and we might not but strip off thy labeleth as h’r own boyfriend.” You don’t deserve our daughter, and we must strip off your label as her boyfriend.Well, thankf