Walking in dirt during the cold rainy season, I ought to remember what once was and what happened before, I am here laying beneath the rain awaiting someone who I never though I would be with."I love you...I love you...I love you" Repeatedly my mind said "Come here" as my hand offers itself to you "I want you...I want you" the gentle man in me screamed til the last of my voice was gone. I love you, do you love me?. Here I am thinking about you again, do I have any right?, Do I have the right.
Looking at the sad clouds that are gossiping, "He's lonely, He has nobody". Where are you my love, where are you my....
"HEY!" my scream towards my friend who took my diary, "Give it back Oyi!".
Oyi, My best friend, the cool kid, the pride football player of our school.
"Hmmm... What are you up to huh?, You're not writing another juicy story about my sister are yah?", Oyi said to me with a hideous grin on his face.
"you dork! Give me back my diary or I'll uhm..." I quickly reached my bag and searched for his weakness and i found it, his one true weakness, tis..."I've got a turkey sandwich!" I screamed with all my might for his stupid ears to hear.
"Holy sh*t, gimme gimme gimme! Let me have that or ill smack this diary through your face!" Oyi's voice became excited. "Aha! Give me my diary first!" My reply to oyi's excited words. "Aight lets swap".
"Finally! I got my diary out of you, you dork football machine" I said with relief.
"Oh cmon dont flatter me with that, this turkey sandwich is the real deal!" *Munch*
Oyi's replied, well thats right, Oyi love's turkey sandwiches that I make, plus we're best friends, since when we we're kids actually. We always have each other to talk about our problems, rants and even our dreams, i asked him back to back day after day and always his reply was to have a balón dór and become the best football player in the world.
What's mine?, He also asked me back to back and day after day, my answers seem to change. Sometimes I want to be a musician, sometimes a chef, even a reporter.
"There's nothing wrong with me is there?" I said while looking down to my hand as the fear of not having a clear vision of what I want is overpowering my happiness.
"None. Dude, I'm your best friend for who knows how long, I've known you since we were like....Fetuses! What makes you think there's something wrong with you?....you know what I think? The Idea of you and my sister is just clouding up your desires. I do believe you can be all of those things you tell me you wanna be. Its just that amongst all of those, your desire is to still be with Aurea.
Aurea.
Hi My name is James...James Marshal, I am not weird, Just kind of...Uptight. Some kids call me Insecure James which is not even close to what I classify as funny, But I'm kind of used to it Specially cause Aurea Pyte Calls me that. Who is she you may ask? She's the best among the rest from being always ranked first in class being so smart and cool most of the time.
Well uhm...We used to be close not until he met Marcus...He's the straight up worst, From being a drug user he sure gets a lot of attention by doing a lot of things. Like that one time he went sky diving while eating a double wooper at burger king and the only way he can use the chute is by devouring all of it in time, then there's the time when he tangled with the addict selling marijuana up the east coast of Orlando, But...He's Marlse's Boyfriend.
I know right? What a twist for someone so sweet and innocent nobody ever thought they'ed be together.
My life just continued with series of this where in I could be myself amongst socializing with others but secretly I've fallen inlove with Aurea every single time. We used to be close I mean like not before he met Marcus, as in we were very close before during primary school we would meet every day in out favorite....
"SPOT!!!!" Miguel shouted at me .
"what? Where? C'mon we just played yesterday and already you want to play another game" My answer towards a meaningless gesture cause I don't really like to play basketball.
"Poopper" says Miguel
"hey whats with that foul language? If somethings poopy its probably yours from the 5th grade" my answer towards miguel's unfunny teasing.
"and yep that's right back in primary school Miguel had quite the poop situation since he ate too many buttered corn, some burrito and then drank 3 milkshakes so no surprise he uhm... You get the idea" My life just continued on being like this. Just hang out with these 3, Attending my classes and not revealing my true dream.
To find Gold.
I went home after our a long day of school and was hurrying to go back because my parents always gets mad whenever I go home late.
*Knocking*
I knocked on the door to tell my parents that I'm home.
*Opens the door*
"Oh hi son, well you're home pretty late...What took you so long?" My dad asked me.
"Nothing dad just had a few chats with Oyi and miguel" I told my dad with a monotone face.
"You can tell all about it at dinner son, Come in I prepared your favorite" My dad said with a large smile on his face.
My dad's a really understanding and loving parent, and so is my mom. So I never had to worry about anything, they also have stable jobs and really great pay.
With a stable life and really good friends, Why do I still feel empty?, Is life about possession? Religion?
Thats a story for another time.