Rewritten

Familiarity

IF I thought that today wasn't the most bizarre, yet exquisitely entrancing day I had ever witnessed throughout my whole entire life, I wouldn't know what was.

Because, what had just happened just a few minutes ago—all in about ten, maybe twenty minutes ago—was an utter confusing experience in my opinion; confusing me to the gutter of my mind. It was pretty strange, really. I never would of thought that I would do something I never would intend to do, ever. Not even in a trillion years' time. Hell, even the people I knew wouldn't believe this. Or so, I literally imagined. But in the end, I did it anyway. How un-Levi-like of me, huh? What was it I did, you asked? Well, maybe it had something to do with me accepting a young man's invitation to meet up somewhere in six hours in the afternoon, along with accepting a small piece of paper with a phone-number written on it. Yeah, definitely unlike me. I wondered if I was sick or with some sort of disease.

Ah, speaking of that phone-number I received earlier, I slid a hand in my back pocket of my suit and pulled out that folded rip of paper to stare at the ten blue coloured digit numbers written sloppily in pen between the curve of my index finger and the pad of my thumb. My fingers carefully brushed through the slip, feeling the rough surface smoothened under my fingertips which was probably ripped from a book the boy kept at home. My brows unintentionally furrowed at the thought of it. What a waste of a perfectly good book the author worked hard for. Well, he paid for it, not me. But sooner or later, my mind must of drifted for a long time because I hadn't noticed that my eyes had been glued to the piece of material for as long as I finally reached Military Org. College. However, I left the real world for my little own.

I did wonder to myself as to why had I agree into meeting up with a stranger who was probably maybe half my age anyway? For all I possibly knew, the boy was fairly attractive to one that meets the eye—not that I would deny such true thing. Within the layers of his looks, I also knew that he was pretty bold—considering his way of suddenly grabbing me in public, yet shy for somehow embarrassing himself due to his absent mind. He stuttered and shifted a lot, he couldn't even mouth a word while I waited patiently for an explanation.

That aside, I could still remember the kid's adoring face printed thoroughly within my mind perfectly well. That tanned skin which must of been kissed by the sun, glowing in a shade of gold under the rays reflecting upon his flesh. And if it wasn't for the day's star; the sun, he would of mistaken his toned skin as a lighter sickly colour. But on the other hand, I was sure that the brunet was the son of the God of the Sun—if there was such great person. It was all because of his God-like appearance after all. And that was just at first sight before I realized of how silly I had been being then.

But look at the boy for Christ's fucking sakes! No one ever had such beautiful tone comparing to the many people I had met throughout my thirty-seven years of life. You'd have to be ridiculously blind for not taking notice. And his ruffled brown chocolate hair, messy as a bird's nest covered in shit that never reduced to such perfection. It fit him so well, no matter how much I had the urge to fix it up out of my cleaning habits. Ah, right, and have I mentioned those eyes of his? Oh god, his walnut shaped eyes. So green as fresh grass, yet so blue as the salted sea. But then again, there was a tinge of yellow as honey mixed within those pigments. It was such a fascinating three tone colour all in one as much as it was alluring and captivating. Well, that was all in my opinion. It was like the time I first met those mesmerizing orbs, I completely lost myself in them when I first turned around by the sudden grab of my arm.

Although, all in all, everything about this strange teenager—at every single detail there was on about him—all seemed quite familiar to me, despite the fact of how much confusion fused in my head with both hope and doubt.

A familiarity

Shattering the thoughts of this strange impossibility of nostalgia, I shook my head slightly, shaking the tingly feeling away as I brought myself back to reality and push open the large doors of the school's secretary's room before making my way to Erwin Smith's office through several turns in the hallways. And yet, on my way to my certain destination, I took the spare time to think back the memory of the event I shared with the kid back in the streets a while ago before we went our separate ways.

I could clearly remember the moment I turned around to retort at the one person who had suddenly took grasp on my arm off-guardedly. What first caught my attention was the stranger's eyes. Both beautiful and unique. Quite rare, indeed. But within that gut simmering around inside the pit of my stomach, I knew that I had seen them somewhere before. Somewhere unrealistic. However, it was sad that I couldn't bring myself to remember exactly where. And I was absolutely sure that I wasn't imagining it too.

When my own eyes wandered to the stranger's face, that baby round face. I could of sworn that I had seen his features before as well. And I knew that I was not dreaming about it at all. But the question was; just where exactly had I seen it from though? Oh, how I wish I knew. Maybe it would stop all these strange emotions of hope packing itself within myself.

However, before I had the chance to drag in another thought, I felt a warm touch brushing along my skin—a tickling sensation across my cheek. It surprised me at the sudden feather-like touch. Soft, gentle. That was until it took me time to register that the young man had touched me without my acknowledgement; with that disgusting hand of his. My shoulder tensed at the physical touch I never was so used to by anyone. And just where had that same hand been before pressing on my cheek, hm? Just thinking about it had me feeling a bit nauseous. I didn't want to even think about it. But though, for some reason, I somewhat didn't feel so disgusted as much as I initially thought I might, because I brought up my hand over his and leaned pressed my cheek against his palm, relaxing to his touch and eyes lightly shut.

How serene. How comfortable. How... nostalgic.

When I finally managed to face up the teenage boy, I never realized that I was... short. Not that I already knew that for several years now, but comparing to this young man, all I could think of was; shrink. I wanted this guy to shrink. I wanted to look down at him than the other way around. This one was too tall for my liking, just like with Erwin. Damn men and their insanely tall bodies. Why couldn't I have one as well? I clicked my tongue out of irritation at the one wish I had always prayed for. Well anyways. When I looked up, I watched as the brunet's lips part open then close repeatedly. He was hesitating. Was there something he'd like to tell me? It seemed like so. But what could he possibly be asking, let alone, from me? There was hardly anything for the poor kid to ask something towards someone he just met—

"I...—I found you, Corporal!"

A.N; I'm sorry that the chapter is so very short. As much as I wish to make long chapters, I don't have the time to do so. I had exams every week, reviews to do a stuffs. Now that I start a new school semester, I realize I still can't do as I please. I'm busy with my lifeguard course and a new job my mother recommended me in.

I'm truly sorry. I could only go on with short chapters.