"One step closer." (2)
Beth, D and Lea were right about Chandler. He likes me more than a friend since, after graduation, he and I flirted through text messages. However, when Chandler was still in New York, he did not ask me out on a date, which bummed me out. Yeah, yeah, I am traditional. When he finally left for China, we chatted almost every day, and a few weeks later, he surprised me when my phone burst, and on the screen, Chandler wanted to have a video call with me.
When we saw each other through the little box, he was uneasy and nervous about something; inhaling and exhaling before dropping the bomb. I laughed, and he flashed me a beautiful grin and told me about his plans when he comes home. He wants to take me out for dinner. He confessed that he was unsure when he would fly back to New York, so I gave him a vague answer; I think I told him, “We’ll see about that,” because anything can happen. And what do you know? Here I am, back in 2010. Incredible! Is it not? Can you feel the sarcasm?
“Oh gosh! Ros!”
The youthful voice of April pulls me to my current timeline. I turn and see her making haste to us with a panicked expression. “There has been a miscalculation about the baked goods, and one of the arches I designed faltered. We need to go back to our homeroom right now!”
Her curiosity about my teenage drama washes away as Ros stands up, huffing, and says menacingly under her breath, “and this is what I get when I cut them some slack! UGH!” Her eyebrows connect, and her angelic features fade.
“I’ll catch up with you guys,” I say. “I’m gonna check our board.”
“Alright,” April says, running after stomping Ros.
With the sky turning darker this time, I grab the flowers Ryan gave me on the ground. I head to the courtyard, and then I remember that Chandler and I just covered our board with a cloth; it has a protective glass, but I want to see how true it really is. So, I walk down to the gatekeeper to ask for a cover or something waterproof to protect the board. When I have what I need, I head to my homeroom first to put the flowers down on my seat and see the result of what a few minutes Ros was gone. It is a disaster in Ros’s eyes. But to me, it doesn’t look bad at all; the decorations are still holding, except for the scattered tables, tipped down chairs, and the arch that is on the ground. It seems to me like the boys played a rough game in the room. Ros is fuming, all red from rage, as she lectures them with what is supposed to be and not. I laugh softly at the sight of it. Slipping out of my room, I grab my small notepad and ball pen and put them in my pocket. As I head out, I feel my phone vibrate.
From: NATHAN 11/18/2010 1:42 PM
Hey, what’s up with the flowers?
From: Me 11/18/2010 1:42 PM
Oh. Ryan. I’ll tell you everything, can we meet?
From: NATHAN 11/18/2010 1:44 PM
Sure. I’m in the courtyard, just finished covering our board.
From: Me 11/18/2010 1:45 PM
Oh, good. That’s where I’m heading.
From: NATHAN 11/18/2010 1:45 PM
Alright, see you in a bit.
Holding the tarp securely, I put my phone back in my pocket, headed down the steps, and went to the courtyard. My pace is rather fast as I reach the area, and there, I see Nate sitting on the fountain in the middle of the yard, reading a pocketbook. With my eyesight being 20/20 again, I recognize the design of the cover page from this distance. And I think I know what he is reading, but I might be wrong. The clouds seem to part and expose a bit of sun and Nate is directly against the light. His silhouette makes his features look softer. It seems to me that he is enjoying what he is reading because his smile is stunning. If I had a camera, this would be a great shot. Since I left it at home, I pulled my phone out instead and took the photo. The quality may not be the best, but at least I captured a genuine moment.
He glances up when he hears my approaching footsteps and smiles at me; it reaches his eyes, so ocean blue and deep I might sink and drown. I wave and beam. When I’m almost in front of him, his smile widens as he greets me, closing the book, and the cover shows. He was reading I Am Number Four by Pittacus Lore.
My eyes widened at his copy, and I blurted out, “I love that seri — er, book!” I bite my lip as enthusiasm spreads across my body, and he sees how over the moon I became. None of my friends actually like the things I’m into, so seeing him taking an interest in one of my absolute favourite science fiction stories electrifies me. “You know what? I cried my eyes out when —!”
“Oh, please, don’t give spoilers,” he says, putting it down. His teeth are pearly white as he grins happily at me.
Oh, gosh, I’m going into the fountain. Why? I’m melting because of his adorable smile.
“Darn it! Now I’m curious!” and he opens the book again.
I giggle and sit beside him. “I see you’re still just in…” I say, taking a peek at the page and trying to read a paragraph. “Oh, cool, Henri explaining their origin to Sam! Aw, Sam Goode! He is so cute and adorable!!! I like him a lot.”
Nate looks at me. His expression is soft, and his lips curve slightly but somewhat uncomfortable.
“What?” I say. I didn’t notice I’m sitting too close to him. “Oh, sorry,” I move, giving back his personal space.
He chuckles. His crooked smile, so perfect; it’s indescribable! That smile is what made me attracted to him in the first place!
“I heard it’s going to be a movie,” he says, showing the cover to me.
“Yeah, it is. But er, I hope the film would be grand,” I say, holding back information, lol.
There goes another good book given a film deal but without proper justice. I like it, I thought it was okay, but I have a lot to say about it because the book was way better. I mean, come on, Henri and Four are, er, so close, it hurt me a lot when… okay, spoiler. But seriously, if they make a second film (which probably will never happen, cause goddammit, people these days prefer superheroes, dc, marvel films, ugh), I’d definitely be in front of the line of the cinema’s ticket booth in a heartbeat.
In a heartbeat!