11. M E E T A A R O N
At exactly 3 pm, Mario, our house guard beeped through the telecom.
“Mr. Riley?” Mario asked. He used his British accent. I shifted my weight near the front door which the telecom was hung beside it. I pressed the button. “Yes, Mario?” “There’s someone at the gate, looking for Ms. Marhion.” I wonder who it is. I looked out the window. A silver BMW was parked in front of the gate. Weird.
He might not be a bad guy. “Send him in,” I told Mario then I saw the gate opened.
I approached the guy looking for Mariah. “Hi, Riley Cruz,” we shook hands. “Aaron Yang, please to meet you.” He was wearing a leather jacket, tight jeans, cá đuối, ray ban shades, and I think has Chinese decent in his blood. “Same,” I mumbled. “May I ask if Mariah’s home?” He smiled politely. “Yes, yes she is.” I đã đưa ý kiến the words slowly. “Good. Please tell her that I’m dying to see her,” He chuckled. What the hell? I think this guy’s drunk. I forced a laughed. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, didn’t I mention that we’re childhood best friends, me and Mariah?” he placed his cell phone inside his back pocket. I gulped.
“Okay, sure, I’ll get her,” I said, as if I’m not sure of my words.
Upstairs, Mariah was listening to Paramore’s: Only Exception. I poked my head at the door. She was half hát but turns out she preferred mouthing the lyrics. “Hey,” she took off her headphones then sat on the bed. “Someone’s looking for you,” I informed her. “Really, who is it?” she got out of the bed. “I don’t know, he đã đưa ý kiến he was your childhood best friend?” I grinned at the word ‘best.’
“Oh, okay,” she walked passed me, she was wearing feet. “I’m not sure of this guy but I think he’s—.” I đã đưa ý kiến then she cut me off with a shout. I was supposed to say nuts to end my sentence. “Oh my God, Aaron,” I saw that Aaron guy wrapped his arms around Mariah. I went to the right corner of the room, I don’t like this scene. “Hey, ‘riah,” the guy twirled her then released. They both laugh. “What are bạn doing here?” She asked Aaron. I’m 100% sure she sounded excited as if she hadn’t seen him in decades. “I just wanted to see you. bạn know, it’s been years. And I kind of miss you,” he smiled. Pause. Delete. Reduce. Stop. Extinct. Whatever. Mariah looked around the room for a moment, she saw me standing on the right corner. I was pretty sure she was đọc my expression. “Oh, that’s great.” She faced back to Aaron. My body went sore so I managed to sit in the staircase, pretending I’m busy with my phone. On the corner of my eye, I saw Aaron glanced at me. “Hey,” he smiled.
I looked at his direction. I waved at him. “I see you’ve met Riley,” Mariah observed. “Yeah, he’s a good guy. So I was thinking, let’s hang out tonight. I mean, if bạn want to.” I saw Aaron turned his back on Mariah. He was mumbling something like “please, please, please” like a little boy asking his dad to buy an expensive robot for him. I scoffed. What a loser
“That’s a great idea.” Mariah said. “Great, I’ll pick bạn up later then.” Aaron went out of the door. I already hate him.
I heard Mariah sigh. I was staring at her. I cannot describe the look on my face. But I’m so sure that the look on my face was not bliss. Mariah sat on the floor facing me. I just went on with the staring thing. “What’s wrong?” she asked. The room was silent. She was studying me. “Oh, I get it. You’re jealous,” Mariah teased. But I thought she was serious. “No, I’m not.” I responded quickly. “And why should I be jealous, the guy’s looked gay in his tight jeans.” I added with disgust. Mariah laughed hard. She was rocking back and forth.
“Okay, now bạn think it’s funny?” I began to laugh. “Yeah it is!” She laughed even harder. Note: that laugh should be always be remembered and that crazy smile.
The front door opened. I thought it was Aaron again, irritated of hearing that we made fun of his tight jeans. But he wasn’t the one who came in. “Good afternoon, I was hearing all of the laughing from the outside.” Mom came in, holding some groceries. I stared at Mariah, she did the same. “Nothing, we were just talking about tight jeans.” She giggled at the word. “Oh,” Mom seems to get it. She nodded then headed in the kitchen. The room was silent. Mariah sighed. She stared at her watch. “I better find something to wear,” she went on upstairs.
After a few hours, Aaron’s BMW honked. I looked through the curtains and I saw Mariah came out of the front porch wearing áo sơ mi and jeans. I closed the curtains.
*** *** *** ***
I climbed up the diving board and let myself jump without care. I swam here, swam there. Let’s get this straight, Aaron is rich, his height is about 6’1, he looked gay for me in his tight jeans and he’s a--. I don’t want to say the word.
I was worried about Mariah. Maybe she already told him in the words of ‘I never met a guy that’s so kind and generous.’ Maybe she preferred him than me. I don’t think Mariah will do that, will she?
I let myself dive underwater, touching my body to the pool floor, then rose to the surface. I startled seeing Mariah standing up, staring at me. I folded my arms on the side of the pool. “What are bạn doing here; I thought bạn were still out.”
“We came back early ‘cause I told him too,” Mariah pointed out. Too make her self thêm comfortable she laid in the pool side, her legs spread out; facing me. “And I’m not comfortable around him that much,” she smiled, her arms folded as mine. I sighed. I’m glad she came back early. “Plus, I missed our moments together as we hang out, so.” Mariah and I leaned our foreheads together, my lips met hers. It felt like everything wrong got marked right. I definitely felt that my problems are solved and never to bother anymore. But that won’t happen in reality, I think.
Mariah leaned back. She let herself catch her breath. “Wow,” she mouthed. I let myself catch my breath. Mariah got up; she went inside the house as if embarrassed. I guess she’s mad hoặc something. Diving underwater, I smiled remembering the kiss.
At exactly 3 pm, Mario, our house guard beeped through the telecom.
“Mr. Riley?” Mario asked. He used his British accent. I shifted my weight near the front door which the telecom was hung beside it. I pressed the button. “Yes, Mario?” “There’s someone at the gate, looking for Ms. Marhion.” I wonder who it is. I looked out the window. A silver BMW was parked in front of the gate. Weird.
He might not be a bad guy. “Send him in,” I told Mario then I saw the gate opened.
I approached the guy looking for Mariah. “Hi, Riley Cruz,” we shook hands. “Aaron Yang, please to meet you.” He was wearing a leather jacket, tight jeans, cá đuối, ray ban shades, and I think has Chinese decent in his blood. “Same,” I mumbled. “May I ask if Mariah’s home?” He smiled politely. “Yes, yes she is.” I đã đưa ý kiến the words slowly. “Good. Please tell her that I’m dying to see her,” He chuckled. What the hell? I think this guy’s drunk. I forced a laughed. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, didn’t I mention that we’re childhood best friends, me and Mariah?” he placed his cell phone inside his back pocket. I gulped.
“Okay, sure, I’ll get her,” I said, as if I’m not sure of my words.
Upstairs, Mariah was listening to Paramore’s: Only Exception. I poked my head at the door. She was half hát but turns out she preferred mouthing the lyrics. “Hey,” she took off her headphones then sat on the bed. “Someone’s looking for you,” I informed her. “Really, who is it?” she got out of the bed. “I don’t know, he đã đưa ý kiến he was your childhood best friend?” I grinned at the word ‘best.’
“Oh, okay,” she walked passed me, she was wearing feet. “I’m not sure of this guy but I think he’s—.” I đã đưa ý kiến then she cut me off with a shout. I was supposed to say nuts to end my sentence. “Oh my God, Aaron,” I saw that Aaron guy wrapped his arms around Mariah. I went to the right corner of the room, I don’t like this scene. “Hey, ‘riah,” the guy twirled her then released. They both laugh. “What are bạn doing here?” She asked Aaron. I’m 100% sure she sounded excited as if she hadn’t seen him in decades. “I just wanted to see you. bạn know, it’s been years. And I kind of miss you,” he smiled. Pause. Delete. Reduce. Stop. Extinct. Whatever. Mariah looked around the room for a moment, she saw me standing on the right corner. I was pretty sure she was đọc my expression. “Oh, that’s great.” She faced back to Aaron. My body went sore so I managed to sit in the staircase, pretending I’m busy with my phone. On the corner of my eye, I saw Aaron glanced at me. “Hey,” he smiled.
I looked at his direction. I waved at him. “I see you’ve met Riley,” Mariah observed. “Yeah, he’s a good guy. So I was thinking, let’s hang out tonight. I mean, if bạn want to.” I saw Aaron turned his back on Mariah. He was mumbling something like “please, please, please” like a little boy asking his dad to buy an expensive robot for him. I scoffed. What a loser
“That’s a great idea.” Mariah said. “Great, I’ll pick bạn up later then.” Aaron went out of the door. I already hate him.
I heard Mariah sigh. I was staring at her. I cannot describe the look on my face. But I’m so sure that the look on my face was not bliss. Mariah sat on the floor facing me. I just went on with the staring thing. “What’s wrong?” she asked. The room was silent. She was studying me. “Oh, I get it. You’re jealous,” Mariah teased. But I thought she was serious. “No, I’m not.” I responded quickly. “And why should I be jealous, the guy’s looked gay in his tight jeans.” I added with disgust. Mariah laughed hard. She was rocking back and forth.
“Okay, now bạn think it’s funny?” I began to laugh. “Yeah it is!” She laughed even harder. Note: that laugh should be always be remembered and that crazy smile.
The front door opened. I thought it was Aaron again, irritated of hearing that we made fun of his tight jeans. But he wasn’t the one who came in. “Good afternoon, I was hearing all of the laughing from the outside.” Mom came in, holding some groceries. I stared at Mariah, she did the same. “Nothing, we were just talking about tight jeans.” She giggled at the word. “Oh,” Mom seems to get it. She nodded then headed in the kitchen. The room was silent. Mariah sighed. She stared at her watch. “I better find something to wear,” she went on upstairs.
After a few hours, Aaron’s BMW honked. I looked through the curtains and I saw Mariah came out of the front porch wearing áo sơ mi and jeans. I closed the curtains.
*** *** *** ***
I climbed up the diving board and let myself jump without care. I swam here, swam there. Let’s get this straight, Aaron is rich, his height is about 6’1, he looked gay for me in his tight jeans and he’s a--. I don’t want to say the word.
I was worried about Mariah. Maybe she already told him in the words of ‘I never met a guy that’s so kind and generous.’ Maybe she preferred him than me. I don’t think Mariah will do that, will she?
I let myself dive underwater, touching my body to the pool floor, then rose to the surface. I startled seeing Mariah standing up, staring at me. I folded my arms on the side of the pool. “What are bạn doing here; I thought bạn were still out.”
“We came back early ‘cause I told him too,” Mariah pointed out. Too make her self thêm comfortable she laid in the pool side, her legs spread out; facing me. “And I’m not comfortable around him that much,” she smiled, her arms folded as mine. I sighed. I’m glad she came back early. “Plus, I missed our moments together as we hang out, so.” Mariah and I leaned our foreheads together, my lips met hers. It felt like everything wrong got marked right. I definitely felt that my problems are solved and never to bother anymore. But that won’t happen in reality, I think.
Mariah leaned back. She let herself catch her breath. “Wow,” she mouthed. I let myself catch my breath. Mariah got up; she went inside the house as if embarrassed. I guess she’s mad hoặc something. Diving underwater, I smiled remembering the kiss.
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, bạn aren't standing on the port tiếp theo to me..
i feel i am Mất tích now, i can't find this star. bạn remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one ngôi sao in the whole Portsaid's sky..
bạn didn't belive that one ngôi sao is exist.. bạn said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought bạn was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what bạn were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
bạn was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but bạn .. bạn didn't point to the same star, bạn saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? hoặc ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am Mất tích now, i can't find this star. bạn remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one ngôi sao in the whole Portsaid's sky..
bạn didn't belive that one ngôi sao is exist.. bạn said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought bạn was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what bạn were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
bạn was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but bạn .. bạn didn't point to the same star, bạn saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? hoặc ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope bạn enjoy.
Read to the rhythym bạn would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat bởi his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the tiếp theo time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope bạn enjoy.
Read to the rhythym bạn would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat bởi his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the tiếp theo time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
bạn hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
bạn twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
bạn think bạn can hurt me,
Just because bạn gave me money,
bạn think bạn can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made bạn fell.
I wish bạn have never được trao birth to me,
I wish I can expose what bạn are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate bạn to the heart's core,
I want bạn to hear my vengeful call.
I respect bạn because I must,
Yet bạn blame me for not giving bạn my trust.
How can I love, hoặc trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to bạn bởi blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever bạn will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
bạn twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
bạn think bạn can hurt me,
Just because bạn gave me money,
bạn think bạn can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made bạn fell.
I wish bạn have never được trao birth to me,
I wish I can expose what bạn are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate bạn to the heart's core,
I want bạn to hear my vengeful call.
I respect bạn because I must,
Yet bạn blame me for not giving bạn my trust.
How can I love, hoặc trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to bạn bởi blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever bạn will grieve