"He says, She says"
2.Blue
Funny ain't it. Games people play.
Scratch it. Paint it.
One in the same.
"Are you sure it's okay I am going with you to your coffee date? Are you sure I'm not invading?" I asked anxiously as I walked three blocks downtown to visit a café with the cutest girl in school, and my new pal, Ana Trandeau. She was fairly tall, measuring in at about five feet, eight inches. (To be honest I was unsure, but she was taller compared to the majority of the teenage girl population at school.) Always wide, and curious, dark chocolate brown eyes coordinated with shoulder length curly brown hair that was streaked many times with Carmel-shaded highlights. Even though she was big in height and structure, she loved putting on a nice pair of platform shoes. When I first laid eyes on her eying my Newtype Magazine, and myself, on the first day of school I was astonished. Why would a good-looking, preppy, little popular chick be interested in my Japanese animation magazine? (And me for that matter.) At first all I received was flustered grief, as if she was stressed or upset that about my utter existence. But then, like a blooming flower bud, she began to blossom with serenity and kindness. It's funny how we, our society, make assumptions about the unknown. We think just because a person is good looking, wearing the trendiest clothes, hanging out with the most attractive men, having a skirt that rises two inches above the knee with knee high hooker boots, adorned with icy blue eye shadow and pink lipstick that matches, that the girl some how is smutty or provocative and easy. She looks materialistic, manipulative, and spoiled. But in actuality is this girl who her mask portrays her as really is her? Ever since I was a young tot, I disliked when other people segregate others due to their looks or lack of label brand fashion.
"Don't sweat it, Arima." Ana replied, focused on our final destination. "The girls are going to love you."
I glanced into Ana's hot chocolate brown eyes as she sauntered down the heated sidewalks. Melancholy shone through the bright exterior that was always present on her face.
"Is something bothering you?" I questioned, straight out of the blue.
She shook her head as her curls danced. "No, nothing is the matter. I'm just contemplating to myself, that's all. I'm just thinking that I haven't really done much with my friends for months. Ya know? I've been busy with student council elections, tennis, and the anime club. I've sorta put them aside. Even though my mom says it's ruthless, I feel bad when my loved ones aren't happy and intern I get very depressed feelings. It's just a problem I've had ever since I moved here 2 years ago. My parents say I should just let people handle their own issues, but I can't accept that. I want to be the peacemaker, I guess. But why does it matter that I am telling you my psychological troubles? It's not like you really care, is it? Jeez. I'm a freak aren't I? I always want to help people, never thinking about my personal welfare. No wonder my blood pressure is up. I'm totally losing my cool to a complete stranger. Hope you don't mind. I don't appreciate why, but I feel a sense of stability around you."
But I do care for you. I really do. There were words I couldn't say to her face. Hopefully one day I prayed I would be able to articulate what was on my mind. Until then I would have long, endless, sleepless nights. I found it implausible that I felt attraction to Ana on our first day of acquaintances. Finally as the blinking 'Coffee and Us" sigh approached into our vision zone, I began to have a feeling of anxiety run up my whole body, like sharp pain but faster and more shocking like getting hit by lightning. Ana let a muffled giggle as she pointed her magenta-nailed index finger towards the sign. It read 'Coffee and U'. Girls are so juvenile, even the mature, hot ones.
She whipped open the nostalgic door as a group of five multi-cultural girls looked out the window gaping. Ana giving me a look that I inferred asked. "Are coming in or are you just going to plunk there and check out my friends?"
A short, or at least compared to myself, red-locked girl who I recognized from my foreign language class waved, showing us with the backwards movement of her hand to get our little arses down to the back of the café, where the rest of the female posse was snuggled up close in one of those semi circled booths. Ana happily, pranced down the aisle of booths to get to her friends as I gingerly made my entrance.
"Hi everybody!" cried Ana. Right then I realized certain people, issues, and emotions provide her a malleable personality. How could she be dismal one second and blissful the next? For a second I thought there was someone she really loved in this room and that made her happy. Of course I had never been romantically associated with anyone before but have seen so many romance anime that I seemed virtuous when it came to the facts of teenage adoration. "Arima, meet my friends!"
She introduced everybody with a Vana White hand wave. "The first gal you will be commenced with is Anya. She is the Irish one in the tye-dyed dress. She is known to us as the weasel- who -wants -her -coffee. The gal with the Christina Augulara fro and the pink Abercrombie & Fitch Rugby shirt is the Mel-Mel. That's a nickname I gave her. Lynmay has beautiful sky blue eyes, long blonde hair and a wonderful soprano singing voice to match. The small, tiny dark haired shy one is resourceful Elizabetha and Naru is the one in the Cowboy Bebop t-shirt who has a mean drawing hand. The last, but not least is my best friend Liam. Liam has been my best friend since eighth grade and I cherish her, in a best buddy way, dearly. "
I scrutinized Ana's beloved Liam with great precision, seeing what was so great about her. She was far from being good looking, with pale skin, a plethora of freckles (enough to feed the kids in Ethiopia) and a short boyish haircut. Liam was the least feminine of all the girls and was not afraid to show it. The emaciated girl wore gigantic humongous parachute pants, big enough to fit at least three Liams, and a black Fox-racing shirt that wasn't as snug as it was made to be. What exactly attracted Ana to Liam? Of course I could see Liam as gender unsure but Ana was a different story. Those two had dissimilar personalities and had different backgrounds what force brought these two together?
"Did you guys order all ready?" Ana asked the group of girls as she sat down next to Liam, motioning me to sit beside the two. "I'm starving."
Lynmay shook her head as she stared down into her lap. "We were actually very early so we sat and talked for a bit. We got water, but no food or coffee."
"Eww! Coffee is so gnarly!" yelled Mel-Mel mimicking Ana, as she and imitated began to obnoxiously titter.
I felt right at home with these girls, for the common reason I hadn't hanged out with any of my peers for years and simply forgotten the magical emotions that friends bring.
"Yah know Arima, you're pretty hot! Seeing anyone?" asked Naru, grinning, as we began to sip on hot chocolate, cappuccinos, and java.
'Uh. No. I don't date." I replied politely, holding my secret deep in my soul, as the group of female fatales began to snicker.
"Are you homosexual?" Elizabetha inaudibly questioned. "It's okay if you are, we suspect our friend Jesus is."
"No. That's not it." I corrected the schoolgirls. "The thing is I've never found anyone I really am infatuated with. I want my first romantic relationship with a woman to be special. I don't want it to be half-assed you see? I want my girlfriend to love me the same way I adore her. But I haven't yet found a girl that I'm attracted to yet. I don't want to be known to be with flaky women. I want some one independent intellectual, beautiful, out going. She can't be flaky, demanding, shallow or as dense as a sponge. But when that day comes, the day my true love and I exchange vows, I will think the world of her and love her more than I a man should. Ya ladies need to see, that us guys don't think about video games, football, wrestling and ourselves all the time, we think about girls too. And we are just as scared as you guys when asking someone out. So don't think that we are all that and egotistical and all that shit we are people too. "
'Wow!" Commented Anya flabbergasted. " If I weren't dating that uncouth, lump of a boy friend Jack, I'd definitely would like you."
"Aren't you thinking about your future too far ahead?" asked Elizabetha.
"You're such a daydream believer and a hopeless romantic." Remarked Naru. "Not that that isn't a bad trait."
"Wow. Arima you are such a great guy!" noted Mel-Mel. "Why can't all the other boys be like you?"
"It's an out of state thing." Said Liam as she took a gulp of decaffeinated java. "Look at Ana for example. She has inhabited many different states, and she is one of the most mentally stable, and unique person I ever met."
"You remind us of someone." sated Lynamy.
" Yah! You remind us of Nat!" giggled Ana.
"Yeah!" screamed Anya flabbergasted at the moment. "We met at the homecoming football game last year. He was so nice, and such a charmer. Sure he was a bit on the girl-crazy side, hitting on five girls while dating one chick, but he had a marvelous personality. But then during Spring break he departed this life as a young sixteen year old."
Suddenly the wound up group of girls became doleful and silent. A teardrop ran down Lynmay's high cheekbones as tears swelled up in Ana's eyes.
"Would it be intruding if I were to question how he passed away?" I inquired compassionately and sympathetic, thinking about a woman's fickle emotions.
Ana shook her head as she countered my question. "Nat was Lynmay's boyfriend. They shared a very close relationship, thanks to yours truly. Lovey-dovey they were I guess you could infer. But one day he said he loved her and she didn't share the same feelings. Nat's heart was shattered and after that he could go on with life, as we know it. He committed suicide, the next day. Swallowed numerous medicinal, herbal pills and hung himself in his mother's closet."
I felt a sharp sting in my chest that usually comes when I am nervous or upset about something. I mumbled. "Excuse me. I must be going."
And off I ran, leaving the girls gaping.
"Well, what's his main pain in life?" asked Mel-Mel disgusted.
"Go after him, Ana." commented Liam as she pulled Ana away into the small pink sanitary women's bathroom . "He seems nice. I mean literally go after him. See what's wrong. He looks like he needs some TLC. Come on, Ana .To the general public you two look like you are going out with each other. So follow him."
Ana shook her head. "Jeez. Do I have to? I mean he is my friend, but what would everyone else think? I don't want any one to think I have some sort of girlish crush on him Cuz I don't."
"Just because you said that makes me assume you are smitten with Arima. Pursue the young man and see what's the matter. Ana, deep down inside I think he is the one for you. You don't have to be scared to love anymore. He is perfectly nice and amiable! I'm your best friend and I have never been deceitful to you. When I say something like that it's from the heart. Sure, I haven't landed a date in the last three years, but I just want you to be happy Ana. I really love you and just want you to be content."
Ana bowed down to Liam in the cramped room, as her perky behind hit the mauve shaded tiles. She winced. "I understand. Arima is a dear friend to and I wouldn't want to loose him like I lost you in eight grade. I'll run after him, see what's the matter. And for the record Liam, I think he is nice guy. If you get my drift."
He says, She says He Says, She Says Part Three
2.Blue
Funny ain't it. Games people play.
Scratch it. Paint it.
One in the same.
"Are you sure it's okay I am going with you to your coffee date? Are you sure I'm not invading?" I asked anxiously as I walked three blocks downtown to visit a café with the cutest girl in school, and my new pal, Ana Trandeau. She was fairly tall, measuring in at about five feet, eight inches. (To be honest I was unsure, but she was taller compared to the majority of the teenage girl population at school.) Always wide, and curious, dark chocolate brown eyes coordinated with shoulder length curly brown hair that was streaked many times with Carmel-shaded highlights. Even though she was big in height and structure, she loved putting on a nice pair of platform shoes. When I first laid eyes on her eying my Newtype Magazine, and myself, on the first day of school I was astonished. Why would a good-looking, preppy, little popular chick be interested in my Japanese animation magazine? (And me for that matter.) At first all I received was flustered grief, as if she was stressed or upset that about my utter existence. But then, like a blooming flower bud, she began to blossom with serenity and kindness. It's funny how we, our society, make assumptions about the unknown. We think just because a person is good looking, wearing the trendiest clothes, hanging out with the most attractive men, having a skirt that rises two inches above the knee with knee high hooker boots, adorned with icy blue eye shadow and pink lipstick that matches, that the girl some how is smutty or provocative and easy. She looks materialistic, manipulative, and spoiled. But in actuality is this girl who her mask portrays her as really is her? Ever since I was a young tot, I disliked when other people segregate others due to their looks or lack of label brand fashion.
"Don't sweat it, Arima." Ana replied, focused on our final destination. "The girls are going to love you."
I glanced into Ana's hot chocolate brown eyes as she sauntered down the heated sidewalks. Melancholy shone through the bright exterior that was always present on her face.
"Is something bothering you?" I questioned, straight out of the blue.
She shook her head as her curls danced. "No, nothing is the matter. I'm just contemplating to myself, that's all. I'm just thinking that I haven't really done much with my friends for months. Ya know? I've been busy with student council elections, tennis, and the anime club. I've sorta put them aside. Even though my mom says it's ruthless, I feel bad when my loved ones aren't happy and intern I get very depressed feelings. It's just a problem I've had ever since I moved here 2 years ago. My parents say I should just let people handle their own issues, but I can't accept that. I want to be the peacemaker, I guess. But why does it matter that I am telling you my psychological troubles? It's not like you really care, is it? Jeez. I'm a freak aren't I? I always want to help people, never thinking about my personal welfare. No wonder my blood pressure is up. I'm totally losing my cool to a complete stranger. Hope you don't mind. I don't appreciate why, but I feel a sense of stability around you."
But I do care for you. I really do. There were words I couldn't say to her face. Hopefully one day I prayed I would be able to articulate what was on my mind. Until then I would have long, endless, sleepless nights. I found it implausible that I felt attraction to Ana on our first day of acquaintances. Finally as the blinking 'Coffee and Us" sigh approached into our vision zone, I began to have a feeling of anxiety run up my whole body, like sharp pain but faster and more shocking like getting hit by lightning. Ana let a muffled giggle as she pointed her magenta-nailed index finger towards the sign. It read 'Coffee and U'. Girls are so juvenile, even the mature, hot ones.
She whipped open the nostalgic door as a group of five multi-cultural girls looked out the window gaping. Ana giving me a look that I inferred asked. "Are coming in or are you just going to plunk there and check out my friends?"
A short, or at least compared to myself, red-locked girl who I recognized from my foreign language class waved, showing us with the backwards movement of her hand to get our little arses down to the back of the café, where the rest of the female posse was snuggled up close in one of those semi circled booths. Ana happily, pranced down the aisle of booths to get to her friends as I gingerly made my entrance.
"Hi everybody!" cried Ana. Right then I realized certain people, issues, and emotions provide her a malleable personality. How could she be dismal one second and blissful the next? For a second I thought there was someone she really loved in this room and that made her happy. Of course I had never been romantically associated with anyone before but have seen so many romance anime that I seemed virtuous when it came to the facts of teenage adoration. "Arima, meet my friends!"
She introduced everybody with a Vana White hand wave. "The first gal you will be commenced with is Anya. She is the Irish one in the tye-dyed dress. She is known to us as the weasel- who -wants -her -coffee. The gal with the Christina Augulara fro and the pink Abercrombie & Fitch Rugby shirt is the Mel-Mel. That's a nickname I gave her. Lynmay has beautiful sky blue eyes, long blonde hair and a wonderful soprano singing voice to match. The small, tiny dark haired shy one is resourceful Elizabetha and Naru is the one in the Cowboy Bebop t-shirt who has a mean drawing hand. The last, but not least is my best friend Liam. Liam has been my best friend since eighth grade and I cherish her, in a best buddy way, dearly. "
I scrutinized Ana's beloved Liam with great precision, seeing what was so great about her. She was far from being good looking, with pale skin, a plethora of freckles (enough to feed the kids in Ethiopia) and a short boyish haircut. Liam was the least feminine of all the girls and was not afraid to show it. The emaciated girl wore gigantic humongous parachute pants, big enough to fit at least three Liams, and a black Fox-racing shirt that wasn't as snug as it was made to be. What exactly attracted Ana to Liam? Of course I could see Liam as gender unsure but Ana was a different story. Those two had dissimilar personalities and had different backgrounds what force brought these two together?
"Did you guys order all ready?" Ana asked the group of girls as she sat down next to Liam, motioning me to sit beside the two. "I'm starving."
Lynmay shook her head as she stared down into her lap. "We were actually very early so we sat and talked for a bit. We got water, but no food or coffee."
"Eww! Coffee is so gnarly!" yelled Mel-Mel mimicking Ana, as she and imitated began to obnoxiously titter.
I felt right at home with these girls, for the common reason I hadn't hanged out with any of my peers for years and simply forgotten the magical emotions that friends bring.
"Yah know Arima, you're pretty hot! Seeing anyone?" asked Naru, grinning, as we began to sip on hot chocolate, cappuccinos, and java.
'Uh. No. I don't date." I replied politely, holding my secret deep in my soul, as the group of female fatales began to snicker.
"Are you homosexual?" Elizabetha inaudibly questioned. "It's okay if you are, we suspect our friend Jesus is."
"No. That's not it." I corrected the schoolgirls. "The thing is I've never found anyone I really am infatuated with. I want my first romantic relationship with a woman to be special. I don't want it to be half-assed you see? I want my girlfriend to love me the same way I adore her. But I haven't yet found a girl that I'm attracted to yet. I don't want to be known to be with flaky women. I want some one independent intellectual, beautiful, out going. She can't be flaky, demanding, shallow or as dense as a sponge. But when that day comes, the day my true love and I exchange vows, I will think the world of her and love her more than I a man should. Ya ladies need to see, that us guys don't think about video games, football, wrestling and ourselves all the time, we think about girls too. And we are just as scared as you guys when asking someone out. So don't think that we are all that and egotistical and all that shit we are people too. "
'Wow!" Commented Anya flabbergasted. " If I weren't dating that uncouth, lump of a boy friend Jack, I'd definitely would like you."
"Aren't you thinking about your future too far ahead?" asked Elizabetha.
"You're such a daydream believer and a hopeless romantic." Remarked Naru. "Not that that isn't a bad trait."
"Wow. Arima you are such a great guy!" noted Mel-Mel. "Why can't all the other boys be like you?"
"It's an out of state thing." Said Liam as she took a gulp of decaffeinated java. "Look at Ana for example. She has inhabited many different states, and she is one of the most mentally stable, and unique person I ever met."
"You remind us of someone." sated Lynamy.
" Yah! You remind us of Nat!" giggled Ana.
"Yeah!" screamed Anya flabbergasted at the moment. "We met at the homecoming football game last year. He was so nice, and such a charmer. Sure he was a bit on the girl-crazy side, hitting on five girls while dating one chick, but he had a marvelous personality. But then during Spring break he departed this life as a young sixteen year old."
Suddenly the wound up group of girls became doleful and silent. A teardrop ran down Lynmay's high cheekbones as tears swelled up in Ana's eyes.
"Would it be intruding if I were to question how he passed away?" I inquired compassionately and sympathetic, thinking about a woman's fickle emotions.
Ana shook her head as she countered my question. "Nat was Lynmay's boyfriend. They shared a very close relationship, thanks to yours truly. Lovey-dovey they were I guess you could infer. But one day he said he loved her and she didn't share the same feelings. Nat's heart was shattered and after that he could go on with life, as we know it. He committed suicide, the next day. Swallowed numerous medicinal, herbal pills and hung himself in his mother's closet."
I felt a sharp sting in my chest that usually comes when I am nervous or upset about something. I mumbled. "Excuse me. I must be going."
And off I ran, leaving the girls gaping.
"Well, what's his main pain in life?" asked Mel-Mel disgusted.
"Go after him, Ana." commented Liam as she pulled Ana away into the small pink sanitary women's bathroom . "He seems nice. I mean literally go after him. See what's wrong. He looks like he needs some TLC. Come on, Ana .To the general public you two look like you are going out with each other. So follow him."
Ana shook her head. "Jeez. Do I have to? I mean he is my friend, but what would everyone else think? I don't want any one to think I have some sort of girlish crush on him Cuz I don't."
"Just because you said that makes me assume you are smitten with Arima. Pursue the young man and see what's the matter. Ana, deep down inside I think he is the one for you. You don't have to be scared to love anymore. He is perfectly nice and amiable! I'm your best friend and I have never been deceitful to you. When I say something like that it's from the heart. Sure, I haven't landed a date in the last three years, but I just want you to be happy Ana. I really love you and just want you to be content."
Ana bowed down to Liam in the cramped room, as her perky behind hit the mauve shaded tiles. She winced. "I understand. Arima is a dear friend to and I wouldn't want to loose him like I lost you in eight grade. I'll run after him, see what's the matter. And for the record Liam, I think he is nice guy. If you get my drift."
He says, She says He Says, She Says Part Three