Before I met him
“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!” The hypnotic music filled the house. Encircling me, choking me with its tight grip. I heard the steady rhythm pounding in my ears, about to explode. The beat didn’t falter.
No one noticed, however. The alcohol helped them escape their shallow problems.
I don’t usually go to parties, obviously
My piercing blue eyes darted from person to person. My invisibility was a blessing. I had no one bothering my concentration, trying so very hard, to not be overcome by the music.
I wouldn’t consider myself abnormal. In the sense of how people stereotypically perceive abnormity. I looked completely normal. I have wavy hair. A slight smile that matched everyone else’s.
Fake.
But I suppose I see things differently. I have no idea why I came to this party. I wasn’t apart of the “party” crowd. Yet I came anyway.
I squeezed the red cup tightly. Someone handed me it in the course of the catastrophic party. But the drink was untouched. And I had no plans of drinking it.
“I see your not drinking.” Said a deep voice behind me.
I turned to see an average boy. His ivory skin had the occasional patch of red, and his smile was worn proudly, yet it was as fake as mine.
“Correct, but you’re staring directly at me, and your voice is not slurred. You’ve been avoiding it as much as me.” I responded and then averted my curious gaze.
He laughed, but not a carefree laugh, just a small chuckle. Too loud to be polite, and too quiet to mean anything.
“You’ve caught me. Can I ask your name?”
“You have my permission.”
“To what…oh, to ask, what’s your name, then?” He questioned.
“I don’t feel comfortable sharing.”
With that, I turned and walked towards the door. Finally I could be free from the loud music and even louder people.
After I met him
School was exactly the same as the weeks before, except for one major problem, everyone was staring at me. No one ever stares at me. I was invisible; it was my only protection from judging eyes. Now everyone saw me. From their impressed nods to disappointed shakes, they were all meant for me.
“Hey.” The boy from the other night jogged up beside me, it took him a second to follow my quick and nervous steps.
“Is this your fault?” I asked calmly. But I was not calm, not at all.
“Yes. But all I did was call dibs on you.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. I was mad now.
“ call, dibs! Well, did you even consider that no one wanted to be with me in the first place? Your popular, get a girl your own type.” I muttered, but I was looking directly at him.
“Did you even consider that maybe I don’t like you, I just want to get to know you? Plus I felt bad that no one notices you.” He tried to explain, but I still didn’t understand why he can be so…him.
“Personally, I enjoyed not being seen.”
“You think you do, but you don’t. C’mon you’re coming with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Why, you probably are smart, one day will be fine.”
Here is another one of my monumental decisions. I was so mad at this boy, but I was intrigued. And my curiosity eventually got the best of me.
“Fine, what am I to call you?”
“Emmett, now can you tell me yours?” He pleaded.
“No, can’t you ask someone?”
“What’s the fun in that? I’m going to wait ‘till you’re ready.”
After an hour drive, my legs were asleep and my low expectations took a tragic dive when I saw we were in the middle of nowhere. Just a bunch of trees.
“Exciting.,” I assured him sarcastically.
“Just wait. Prepare to be amazed.”
“I’m not preparing, because the probability of that actually happening is low.”
We walked for another 30 minutes. He shared about his family. His parents were divorced. But he was only 3 so it was pretty much routine. I shared mine. My picture perfect family. My parents never fight, and my brother is naturally charismatic and is really popular. I believe they blame me for ruining the “perfect” image. The tension between us just grows with every passing day.
The choking feeling is similar to the music, except I could escape from the music.
Drowning in my family’s disappointment is inevitable.
“We’re almost there.” Emmett promised me. I tried to respond with “Okay.” But I was so out of breath I could not utter a single syllable.
I followed him, trudging up a hill, surrounded by green trees that guarded us from the sun’s rays.
What I saw made me regret from not preparing to be amazed.
Because, in fact, I was amazed.
There was a little cottage. It looked old and was made of stone; it could range from 50 to 500 years old. It was nestled on top of the hill ahead of us. It held itself up proudly. It looked well tended for, also.
“Wow.” Now I could utter a syllable, but only one. My lack of word was no longer from exhaustion, but because I could think of no word that could express what I was seeing. He led me inside it; the inside was just as simple and beautiful as the out.
“May I ask why you showed me this?” I asked.
“You have my permission.” He responded with a smirk.
“Ha-ha, fine, why did you show you this?” I questioned for the second time.
“Simply because you’re different, and I’m different, too. I just so happen to be better at hiding it.”
I hugged him, then. There was nothing romantic about it, really. Just two people realizing there’s someone like them. For the first time in a while, I smiled.
Not that fake smile that everyone sees.
But a warm, genuine one, which matched his.
“Belle, that’s my name.” I whispered
“It fits you. You want me to show you around?”
I didn’t reply with a witty statement, I didn’t use some gooey speech about how he made me feel. I said the one word the made me happy.
“Yes.”
“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!” The hypnotic music filled the house. Encircling me, choking me with its tight grip. I heard the steady rhythm pounding in my ears, about to explode. The beat didn’t falter.
No one noticed, however. The alcohol helped them escape their shallow problems.
I don’t usually go to parties, obviously
My piercing blue eyes darted from person to person. My invisibility was a blessing. I had no one bothering my concentration, trying so very hard, to not be overcome by the music.
I wouldn’t consider myself abnormal. In the sense of how people stereotypically perceive abnormity. I looked completely normal. I have wavy hair. A slight smile that matched everyone else’s.
Fake.
But I suppose I see things differently. I have no idea why I came to this party. I wasn’t apart of the “party” crowd. Yet I came anyway.
I squeezed the red cup tightly. Someone handed me it in the course of the catastrophic party. But the drink was untouched. And I had no plans of drinking it.
“I see your not drinking.” Said a deep voice behind me.
I turned to see an average boy. His ivory skin had the occasional patch of red, and his smile was worn proudly, yet it was as fake as mine.
“Correct, but you’re staring directly at me, and your voice is not slurred. You’ve been avoiding it as much as me.” I responded and then averted my curious gaze.
He laughed, but not a carefree laugh, just a small chuckle. Too loud to be polite, and too quiet to mean anything.
“You’ve caught me. Can I ask your name?”
“You have my permission.”
“To what…oh, to ask, what’s your name, then?” He questioned.
“I don’t feel comfortable sharing.”
With that, I turned and walked towards the door. Finally I could be free from the loud music and even louder people.
After I met him
School was exactly the same as the weeks before, except for one major problem, everyone was staring at me. No one ever stares at me. I was invisible; it was my only protection from judging eyes. Now everyone saw me. From their impressed nods to disappointed shakes, they were all meant for me.
“Hey.” The boy from the other night jogged up beside me, it took him a second to follow my quick and nervous steps.
“Is this your fault?” I asked calmly. But I was not calm, not at all.
“Yes. But all I did was call dibs on you.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. I was mad now.
“ call, dibs! Well, did you even consider that no one wanted to be with me in the first place? Your popular, get a girl your own type.” I muttered, but I was looking directly at him.
“Did you even consider that maybe I don’t like you, I just want to get to know you? Plus I felt bad that no one notices you.” He tried to explain, but I still didn’t understand why he can be so…him.
“Personally, I enjoyed not being seen.”
“You think you do, but you don’t. C’mon you’re coming with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Why, you probably are smart, one day will be fine.”
Here is another one of my monumental decisions. I was so mad at this boy, but I was intrigued. And my curiosity eventually got the best of me.
“Fine, what am I to call you?”
“Emmett, now can you tell me yours?” He pleaded.
“No, can’t you ask someone?”
“What’s the fun in that? I’m going to wait ‘till you’re ready.”
After an hour drive, my legs were asleep and my low expectations took a tragic dive when I saw we were in the middle of nowhere. Just a bunch of trees.
“Exciting.,” I assured him sarcastically.
“Just wait. Prepare to be amazed.”
“I’m not preparing, because the probability of that actually happening is low.”
We walked for another 30 minutes. He shared about his family. His parents were divorced. But he was only 3 so it was pretty much routine. I shared mine. My picture perfect family. My parents never fight, and my brother is naturally charismatic and is really popular. I believe they blame me for ruining the “perfect” image. The tension between us just grows with every passing day.
The choking feeling is similar to the music, except I could escape from the music.
Drowning in my family’s disappointment is inevitable.
“We’re almost there.” Emmett promised me. I tried to respond with “Okay.” But I was so out of breath I could not utter a single syllable.
I followed him, trudging up a hill, surrounded by green trees that guarded us from the sun’s rays.
What I saw made me regret from not preparing to be amazed.
Because, in fact, I was amazed.
There was a little cottage. It looked old and was made of stone; it could range from 50 to 500 years old. It was nestled on top of the hill ahead of us. It held itself up proudly. It looked well tended for, also.
“Wow.” Now I could utter a syllable, but only one. My lack of word was no longer from exhaustion, but because I could think of no word that could express what I was seeing. He led me inside it; the inside was just as simple and beautiful as the out.
“May I ask why you showed me this?” I asked.
“You have my permission.” He responded with a smirk.
“Ha-ha, fine, why did you show you this?” I questioned for the second time.
“Simply because you’re different, and I’m different, too. I just so happen to be better at hiding it.”
I hugged him, then. There was nothing romantic about it, really. Just two people realizing there’s someone like them. For the first time in a while, I smiled.
Not that fake smile that everyone sees.
But a warm, genuine one, which matched his.
“Belle, that’s my name.” I whispered
“It fits you. You want me to show you around?”
I didn’t reply with a witty statement, I didn’t use some gooey speech about how he made me feel. I said the one word the made me happy.
“Yes.”
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