Always on a Rainy Day: Chapter Three
"Hey, you're pretty. Won't you give me your number?"
People are afraid of the unknown. And why not? It's like trying to solve a puzzle without the reference image. It's utterly annoying, and you're never guaranteed that all your effort will pay in the end.
Unfortunately, that goes for me as well. I don't want to entertain these feelings. I'm afraid that I'll mess up and then I'll have to do the equation all over again. So, maybe love is like math in a way, and that sort of makes me feel better, but... no, math and love are light years apart.
A 4 will forever be a 4. A year, a decade, a century from now, a 4 will still be a 4. Humans are different. Humans change. Like seriously, a century from now, that guy will be rot- Okay, they think, feel, and eventually, grow. (I think the term 'evolve' is more appropriate, really, but then I don't want to be mistaken for some weird ape-wannabee.)
"Are you ignoring me?!"
In math, there are formulas. b^2 - 4ac will always yield the discriminant of a quadratic equation-
"ARE YOU DEAF??"
Oh, right. Why am I musing about love while walking on the street? Eh, how irresponsible of me. Now I have this random street thug walking towards me. He seems angry for some reason, but more importantly, he smells pretty bad. Oh well, I have been wanting to use my fists for quite some tim-
"Back off, she's with me."
It's ironic how I keep thinking of him during the past hours, drowning myself so much in thought that I keep forgetting that he's right beside me.
"Like I give a damn!"
Woot, I think they're going to have a fistfight!
"Like I'll let you go near my girlfriend. I'd like to see you try."
Did you hear that snapping sound? That was my sanity. Or... wait, he was referring to me, right?
"Psh..."
Slowly, the thug moved away, mumbling curses under his breath.
"W-What just happened?" I finally stammered out after a few minutes of awkward silence.
"You were afraid of the thug?"
"Eh, I thought a couple of punches would fly between you two."
Hey, it's not a complete lie, right?
"Oh, for a second there, I thought... Hey, you're red all over again!"
"W-What? It... It must be the heat, you know."
"Are you sure you're not sick?"
"You checked my temperature earlier, right? You should know that I'm not!"
"Wait, let me check it again..."
He reached out for my neck again but I quickly evaded him.
"You're acting like my father or something!"
"Well, you're acting like a girl!"
That made me stop. Yeah, I should have known that it was too naive of me to assume that he wouldn't notice that I was acting weird today. Sigh, I would have given anything to be somewhere else at that moment...
"So, should I start calling you Lillian now instead of just Lee?"
...when he suddenly made that dumb joke. I instantly burst out laughing, because I know just what to tell him in return. Hah, one more point for me! (Seriously, that's the reason... I-I'm not bipolar...)
"Sure, if you want me to start calling you Dimwitty instead of Dimitri."
He looked pained. Haha, totally I understand him. I mean, I think I'd look pretty down too whenever I got reminded that I have a really unique name... and well, it's just not a really beautiful name, in my opinion.
"Okay, enough with the name jokes Lee, let's just go inside." he replied, holding the door out for me.
This is the first time again. Usually, we didn't care about manners, remember?
"What, you're not going inside?"
"You're holding the door out for me... that's a first. Haha, sorry Dimitri, but I won't treat you to a latte today."
"Isn't it just proper for a boyfriend to hold the door open for his girlfriend?"
Oh crap. I can feel myself coloring again. Gah! This is why I hate having silky white skin sometimes! I... What do I do, what can I say to that? Uhh, err, think, must think...
"Lee, don't punch me, okay? I was just joking. Haha. I know it's not a funny joke, but hey, it made that thug back off earlier, right?"
Oh... thanks for saving me, even though it was totally unintentional.
I went inside, ignoring him completely again. Now that I think about it, I think I do feel a little sick...
People are afraid of the unknown. And why not? It's like trying to solve a puzzle without the reference image. It's utterly annoying, and you're never guaranteed that all your effort will pay in the end.
Unfortunately, that goes for me as well. I don't want to entertain these feelings. I'm afraid that I'll mess up and then I'll have to do the equation all over again. So, maybe love is like math in a way, and that sort of makes me feel better, but... no, math and love are light years apart.
A 4 will forever be a 4. A year, a decade, a century from now, a 4 will still be a 4. Humans are different. Humans change. Like seriously, a century from now, that guy will be rot- Okay, they think, feel, and eventually, grow. (I think the term 'evolve' is more appropriate, really, but then I don't want to be mistaken for some weird ape-wannabee.)
"Are you ignoring me?!"
In math, there are formulas. b^2 - 4ac will always yield the discriminant of a quadratic equation-
"ARE YOU DEAF??"
Oh, right. Why am I musing about love while walking on the street? Eh, how irresponsible of me. Now I have this random street thug walking towards me. He seems angry for some reason, but more importantly, he smells pretty bad. Oh well, I have been wanting to use my fists for quite some tim-
"Back off, she's with me."
It's ironic how I keep thinking of him during the past hours, drowning myself so much in thought that I keep forgetting that he's right beside me.
"Like I give a damn!"
Woot, I think they're going to have a fistfight!
"Like I'll let you go near my girlfriend. I'd like to see you try."
Did you hear that snapping sound? That was my sanity. Or... wait, he was referring to me, right?
"Psh..."
Slowly, the thug moved away, mumbling curses under his breath.
"W-What just happened?" I finally stammered out after a few minutes of awkward silence.
"You were afraid of the thug?"
"Eh, I thought a couple of punches would fly between you two."
Hey, it's not a complete lie, right?
"Oh, for a second there, I thought... Hey, you're red all over again!"
"W-What? It... It must be the heat, you know."
"Are you sure you're not sick?"
"You checked my temperature earlier, right? You should know that I'm not!"
"Wait, let me check it again..."
He reached out for my neck again but I quickly evaded him.
"You're acting like my father or something!"
"Well, you're acting like a girl!"
That made me stop. Yeah, I should have known that it was too naive of me to assume that he wouldn't notice that I was acting weird today. Sigh, I would have given anything to be somewhere else at that moment...
"So, should I start calling you Lillian now instead of just Lee?"
...when he suddenly made that dumb joke. I instantly burst out laughing, because I know just what to tell him in return. Hah, one more point for me! (Seriously, that's the reason... I-I'm not bipolar...)
"Sure, if you want me to start calling you Dimwitty instead of Dimitri."
He looked pained. Haha, totally I understand him. I mean, I think I'd look pretty down too whenever I got reminded that I have a really unique name... and well, it's just not a really beautiful name, in my opinion.
"Okay, enough with the name jokes Lee, let's just go inside." he replied, holding the door out for me.
This is the first time again. Usually, we didn't care about manners, remember?
"What, you're not going inside?"
"You're holding the door out for me... that's a first. Haha, sorry Dimitri, but I won't treat you to a latte today."
"Isn't it just proper for a boyfriend to hold the door open for his girlfriend?"
Oh crap. I can feel myself coloring again. Gah! This is why I hate having silky white skin sometimes! I... What do I do, what can I say to that? Uhh, err, think, must think...
"Lee, don't punch me, okay? I was just joking. Haha. I know it's not a funny joke, but hey, it made that thug back off earlier, right?"
Oh... thanks for saving me, even though it was totally unintentional.
I went inside, ignoring him completely again. Now that I think about it, I think I do feel a little sick...