Give It All Away
(A/N: I'm sorry if there was any confusion about this, but the italicized parts of the chapters are memories, not dreams.)
I remember he day we met so clearly that it seems more real than reality ever could be.
I was in high school at the time. I don't remember exactly what grade he was in, or if he was even in a grade at all (college included.) I just knew that he was older than me.
It was an amazing day that day. Not only was the sun shinning brightly with a million of those clouds that look like cotton candy, but it just had that specific aura of a great day. I literally woke up with a smile on my face with no idea. I thought to myself 'wow, today feels like it's going to be a good one. I better get out there and start living it."
It was early, but it didn't stop me from calling up my bests friends in the whole world. When they answered their phone, they didn't sound as pleased as I hoped they would. I guess my cheery mood just got on their nerves. What could I say? I've always loved being happy. Who wouldn't? Apparently they didn't.
By the time I got all my friends, Roar, Clops, Fist, and Nails, together the day was already half over. Every one of us in out "posse" has a nickname that fits us rather well. Roar's name comes from the fact that he's the loudest. Clops is short for Cyclops who only has one eye of his shown at all times because of his emo-ish hair. The reason we call Fist, Fist is because she is rowdy and loves to get into all kinds of fights, especially fist fights. Nails is obsessed with her nails and appearance, so there you go. My nickname was teeth because I was constantly smiling and showing my teeth. It suits me. From the outside, our friendship doesn't seem like it could get a long since we were made up of different 'kinds' of people. I don't know what's wrong with outsiders, but we only saw one kind of person in our group: people who enjoyed living.
We goofed off for the entire day just doing random stuff, like dancing on the street to the music in our heads, or waving to people to see how many would wave back. Hanging with them was especially fun, but that evening was one of my favorites.
By the end of the day we had tired ourselves out and settled on a road that was seldom driven on. We were lying down and just watching the sky until, one by one, my friends left to wherever they were needed. Soon, I was the only one left. I sighed and looked to the sky for amusement. I smiled to myself when I realize that I hadn't been cloud-watching since I was little. For a moment or two, I was a little on the down side as it occurred to me that my childhood was long gone.
I started to look at the clouds and saying to myself out-loud what I thought they looked like.
"Hehe, that one looks like a polar bear that's eating a kitty. Poor kitty… That one looks like a vacuum! Wow that one looks like an eagle!" I laughed uncontrollably even though it wasn't even the slightest bit funny. I got up from the street and started to flap my arms like the eagle in my imagination. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of freedom sweep through me like a powerful gust of wind.
My moment was interrupted by a horn screeching from a truck. My hands instinctively covered my ears. I was about to move out of the way when the stranger driving in the car got out. It was a gorgeous guy witheyes a peculiar color ofgoldandlong,strikingsilver hair. He had a friendly vibe to him and not to mention a GREAT body. My hormones felt like they were going to explode.
He got out of the car laughing his head off. It was a nice laugh, a deep belly laugh. I gave him a puzzled look as if to say "What the fuck are you laughing at?" and I rarely swear. Even in my own head.
He still had a chuckle or two in him when he asked me what I was doing.
"I was lying on the street cloud-watching, when I saw one that looked like an eagle and I felt the sudden urge to imitate it." I shrugged as if doing this was completely normal for any human being. He started to laugh again and I gave him a nasty look of daggers in return. This only made his laughing disease worse.
When he finally stopped, he spoke: "You're really different from most people aren't you?"
"Nope. I'm exactly the same. I have a different brain, but so does everyone else, which makes us all alike." For some reason, he looked pleased with my answer. I thought. "Is he going to give me a treat, or do I have to beg?"
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Are you trying to get into my pants, mister?" For the millionth time, he laughed.
"No I'm a virgin." Now it was my turn to let out some noise
"I like you. You're very open. And no, I'm not doing anything tonight. Why?"
"Thanks, you're obviously open as well. I was just wondering if you'd like to hang out. I'm not busy and I wouldn't mind some company, especially someone like you." I blushed just the teeniest bit. I smiled and gave him my answer.
"Well, if you're not going to rape me, or harm me in anyway, then yes. I'd like very much to 'hang' with you."
He nodded and showed me an ear-to-ear grin with all his perfect teeth included. He went around to the passenger side and opened the door to his truck. Once we were both situated and the car started to move he introduced himself.
"Hi. My name's Inuyasha."
"Well, nice to meet'cha Yasha. I'm Kagome."
And that's how we met. There was an instant connection between us that night. We were inseparable after that. But sadly, all great things come to an end at some point.
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Living in the park isn't so bad. I actually like it most of the time. It gets hard during the winter though. I can't exactly live there or I'll freeze to death. I've only been here for part of last year's winter. When it gets cold out, too cold for you to bear, you have to reside in a homeless shelter. This completely deteriorates the purpose of being homeless. My purpose at least. I pretty much chose to be homeless, yet so many people see that as a bad thing. But I cannot find anything wrong with it. Does it really matter where I live or what I do (or don't do in my case) so long as I'm happy? So why not go live with my relatives during the cold season? Theoretically, I have no family to go to. I'm such a disappointment to them that they all ignore me. It doesn't bother me too much.
My back was aching after sleeping on the bench night after night, so I decided to get up and go sit by the fountain. People gave me dirty looks and whispered about me. I smiled and waved to them. They put on a mask and did the same. I have no mask.
I dipped my legs into the shooting fountain and giggled as I got wet. I did this for some time, and then I got up and wandered around the park and the downtown area looking for some cheap food to buy with the money the lady gave me earlier. I needed to savor it. I settled on buying a hot dog and a soft drink. I shivered with delight. It felt like it has been forever since I've had real food.
I took my time getting back to my bench for the night. I fingered my cloths and dirt came off onto my hand. They needed a wash bad. I guess I was going to bathe in the fountain tomorrow. That'll get me clean.
When I got back to the bench, I found something that was unfathomable to my mind: It was a sketch of me. I was confused because who the hell would want to take a sketch of me? It was an ordinary pencil sketch and very good. I looked horrible, but the artwork sure didn't. I looked around to see if whoever did this was still around. The park was empty except for the creatures residing.
For some reason this made me melancholy. It reminded me of the love I once had.
It reminded me how I would give it all away just to have it back again.
What a shame I have nothing to give.
