CHAPTER I
Fourth Year of College
"Jonathan!" Sherwin's soft and nervous voice sounded behind me, I turned around to face a red-faced, red-hair, red-clothed boy. My lover, my best friend. I smiled and closed the book after memorizing the page number: Page 75.
"Hey. What's up?" I asked. Sherwin panted, bending down in front of me. His heart leapt out of his chest and sprang towards mine, the two of them twirling in the air together and making squealy sounds.
"So I just, uh…wanted to know if you…you have t-time—"
"Hey, hey, slow down!" I smiled lovingly at him. He's so cute when he gets all excited and emotional! I knew what he was wanting to say, but I purposely wanted to hear it come out of his mouth. This was going to be great.
"W-Well…so I wanted to know i-if you, uh, you know, had time tomorrow to…uh…come out and e-eat with m-m-me?"
I smiled at him.
"Like a date?" Sherwin's face flushed red, and I saw his fingers start to twist together.
I looked above us at the two figures prancing around ahead. Sherwin's heart glanced at him, then dragged my heart towards Sherwin's head, gently bumping it upon contact.
"Ow! Hey, what's that for?" Sherwin protested.
I smiled.
"Sure, I got time tomorrow," I said. Sherwin's face flushed up a darker shade of red. His voice started to stammer again.
"Re-Really? O-Okay, well, wow, th-that's great! I, uh…so I-I was thinking if may-maybe you wanted to go to, you know, th-that store around the corner? I m-mean, the Cornerstone? T-that really good shop? I mean, if you don't want to, that's—"
"Sure," I said. I took his hands in mine, feeling the coldness of his dissolve into the warmth of mine. "You're really cute when you stammer, you know?"
Sherwin shook his head.
"N-No."
The bell rang overhead, and I placed a kiss on his forehead. "See you tomorrow, yeah?" I asked. Sherwin rapidly nodded his head, a lopsided smile coming onto his red face.
"O-okay!"
I smiled, then walked off, knowing that the teacher wouldn't get mad at me for being late.
"I have to at least tell him!" I shouted. My father shook his head disapprovingly.
"I never liked that boy, Jonathan. You know how I feel about him. He has no personality, and he's too…weak." My face changed into one of horror and I began to pace around the room as my father continued. "Now, on the other hand, Sarah is a wonderful young lady. Her father is the CEO of the Heartbreak Company. That man is one with morals, and if I were you, I wouldn't even have to think about it. If I had a choice to choose between a low-income and a high-income family—the choice is very obvious—I'd choose the high-income one."
"You don't even know her! And I'm not you! Why are you—ugh! No! Sherwin has a brilliant personality! You can't just say that about somebody! That's it." I stopped pacing around the room. "I'm going to call him. If you won't let me, I'm not even going to dinner."
"That's not your choice."
"Yes, it is," I declared, stalking out of the room and slamming my bedroom door as I entered.
Then I remembered I had left my phone in my father's study room.
I sighed, then got up. I twisted the doorknob.
It wouldn't budge.
I tried again, thinking that the door was jammed.
It rattled, but the door refused to open.
"That door will open when you are ready for it to. You are not calling anybody today or tomorrow, and you are going to date Sarah. That's my command to you as your father." Father walked off, and I heard a jingle of a chain of keys follow his leave.
"Open the door!" I screamed. "I'm not dating Sarah! I don't have a father like you!"
The footsteps stopped, and the keys' stopped making their hideous music.
"You don't have a choice. And you never will. From this day on, you, Jonathan Davids (not mentioned in the character design, chosen after one of the producers), will be the engaged fiancé of Sarah Kingston, and you will marry her. I do not care if you think of me as a good father or not. It's for your own good."
"How can you know what's good for me? Only I know! You're ruining my life!" I pounded my door, trying to get out, but found all my efforts nothing.
Then I switched my focus to the window, and for the first time in my life I hated the "made to withstand hurricanes" window that I had always admired the handicraft of. My heart grew dull and cold, and I huddled myself into a ball as I waited the night to be over.
I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Sherwin would be waiting tomorrow.
Waiting for a date that would never arrive.
Then the rain started to pour, and I hated myself even more.
I hated my father, I hated my life, I hated being born in the family I was born in…and I hated Page 75 of my book, "Two Lovers".
"They broke apart, and it wouldn't be until a long time that they would see each other again. And when they did, they were not lovers, but rather strangers", the book had said.
I started crying, something I rarely did, as my mind became occupied by the thought of Sherwin. Sherwin, twisting his fingers as he stood by the Cornerstone, waiting for me to show up. Sherwin, as he started to talk to his heart, which would droop down and cry with him. Sherwin, who would be outside in the rain, soaked from head to toe.
Sherwin…
Sherwin…
Sherwin…
It always rained when I was miserable.
And I was definitely miserable now.
Hey guys, I am back! Sorry for dropping the Thorki one. My brain is just so dead lately. Like the other one, I'll try not to drop this one, but no promises. Real sorry...Anyways, pls review and favorite/follow if you like this story. They really encourage me! Thanks~
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