The bleachers we were sitting at was under the fire tree. Its blazing red
buds beginning to blossom. We were beside the greenhouse complex. Being
near the greenhouse gives me a feeling of ease as if I am directly smelling
the Oxygen from the plants. It also gave me a feeling of being one with
nature even if its just a pathetic looking plot, a pure excuse of a
greenhouse.
There is also a small shade provided by the roof at the bleachers we were seating at. The wind was gentle and the light of the moon began to replace the fiery blazing orange of the sun in the sky.
Haruka was dressed in an officer's uniform, very neat and appealing to my aesthetic sense. Her hair that was recently secured in a black army cap was now hanging loose in short waves. She sat next to me. We were a strange lot. Something stirred in my stomach as I stared at her. I am quite uncertain what it was. Neither did I analyze what I was feeling back then. I was just aware that it was pleasant, a genuine pleasantness that have not felt in years.
Ever since my childhood, I would experience the same feeling whenever I feel delighted. It is a slight stir in the stomach. As if the epicenter of this tidal wave of emotion began there then the tingling sensation was radiated to the whole body up to the tips of my fingertips. Would I label that giddiness or..tenderness?
"Do you know Mokuro?" I asked. "Oh yes. Why?" she asked somehow sounding a bit puzzled. Her forehead wrinkling a bit. "Nothing,really." And we left it there.
We started to walk toward the hotdog stands. I noticed that Haruka liked the hotdogs rolled in bacon, slathered in mustard and ketchup. She had inexplicable revulsion to mayonnaise. Must be the fat content..hehehe.
I ordered an orange soda. Rumi spoke between bites, "Where is my Darling Suzumi?" she asked in her mischievous characteristic manner. Haruka's eyes rolled up to the heavens as if repulsed by Rumi's attraction to Suzumi. I was smiling as if I was part of the conspiracy, eager to be friends to the both of them, happy that I could be a part of a camaraderie. "She left earlier than the rest, that " she answered nonchalantly, her teal blue eyes almost reduced to cat eye slits. I found out that Haruka's revulsion to Suzumi was due to her noisy loudmouthed-ness and cockiness. Acting like some prima donna in her own roguish way.
I somehow wrapped my arms around hers. It was a good feeling and she didn't find it alarming.
We waved goodbye as I was fetched by the school bus. Its an end to another day.
The next morning, my close friend Camilla visited me at my classroom during lunch.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey..wanna come with me to the bookshops at Vandlin's?"she said perkily.
"Sure. What time should we meet?" I asked enthused.
"Maybe after class."
"Okay"
In the afternoon we met as agreed upon by the gates. Camilla was seating there, all prim and pretty, her chestnut brown hair billowing in the gentle breeze. She's all niceness it seemed that she's too good to be true. We've been friends since the first day of high school. We both love Yuyu Hakusho so much that it took most of our chatting hours. We were also busmates. I used to go to their house in my freshman years.
Underneath all the niceness of her sugary sweetness, she has a little malice on her, a bitter taste like drinking a sugary cup of coffee. But she's a dependable friend nonetheless. We went to the book shop and after shopping, we've decided to hang-out in the nearby cakehouse. She ordered some blueberry cheesecake while I ordered lasagna, my favorite food in the world. We chatted about old times, old friends and our parallel interests in almost everything. It was last summer that she started to send mixed signals to me. I was rather confused but I started to find her attractive. This feeling was a little disconcerting for me. I told her that I like her like her. I thought that we were finally understanding each other but then it became blurred once again. I started to shove the feeling aside. Forgetting what has transpired and starting as friendly friends for the sake of good times. Then we left for home.
On the evening, I called Haruka over the phone. She gave me her number. Her father answered the phone and I was a little scared. I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted a conversation. To my surprise, she was friendly.
"Were you eating your dinner? Did I disturb you?" I asked. "Not really..I was merely watching t.v." she replied with a slur in her voice. "Do you know Mokuyo?" I asked.
"Yes..its just so unfair that Mokuyo gets the designation as S5..she's just a second class officer." She said annoyed.
"Waddya mean by that? I'm just new to this kind of thing."
"Those who underwent M.O.C.C. training, the ones who entered in their sophs, attain higher ranks in their senior year. M.O.C.Cs gets minor ranks..anyway, I don't know my rank yet and I was not given a designation yet but I once aspired as Wing 5. We'll just see what happens.."
"Is that so? I guess the commandant was really unfair, he usually favors the other class..if you know what I mean. Its weird that I'm so interested to this kinda stuff now when in my sophs I declined the offer given to me to join M.O.C.C." I said.
"Do I smell regret?" she purred.
"Not really, just wondering if we'd be closer by now if I met you again earlier than recently. This school is sure big...I usually pass the field as a short-cut to the school publication's office, where did you hang-out anyway?"
"I am usually on the headquarters..fooling around..." then she chuckled. "Oh..my mom's calling for dinner..see yah around!" I said. "Suure. Anytime."
The next day, I arrived late in class, my Calculus teacher was already teaching. When he saw me, he closed the door.
"If you want to go in..buy me a bag of corn chips..run!" he barked good naturedly. My teacher Mr. Yamato was the most unconventional teacher in the planet. He keeps on making jokes and is known for his sheer sense of humor and naughtiness.
I squirmed as I braided my hair in utter disarray..being late, I wasn't able to blow-dry it as I used to. I almost bumped at my classmate Sasumi who is known for her amazing lateness.
"I wonder how you always manage it.." I quipped at her. She smiled guiltily. "Must be talent" she chuckled.'
"Oh! Yamato-senpai wants us to buy corn chips as punishment." I reminded her.
"Is that so? I shall go with you then." She said.
Sasumi is one of the people in class that is genuinely nice to me. She wasn't competitive yet she's not stupid either. She's actually cool with her dangling earrings and accessories. She has shoulder length raven black hair and a very milky complexion that reminds me of Snow White.
As we were let in..Mr. Yamato managed to crack up some jokes in class. Then I saw Rumi and Haruka waving at the window..mouthing recess.
I actually felt good that I am now having friends to hang-out with..then I smiled.
To my readers: I am sorry for some inconsistencies on the first few chapters..it took me a while to update the stories that I forgot some of the character's names. Thank you for the reviews..it inspired me to continue the story.
There is also a small shade provided by the roof at the bleachers we were seating at. The wind was gentle and the light of the moon began to replace the fiery blazing orange of the sun in the sky.
Haruka was dressed in an officer's uniform, very neat and appealing to my aesthetic sense. Her hair that was recently secured in a black army cap was now hanging loose in short waves. She sat next to me. We were a strange lot. Something stirred in my stomach as I stared at her. I am quite uncertain what it was. Neither did I analyze what I was feeling back then. I was just aware that it was pleasant, a genuine pleasantness that have not felt in years.
Ever since my childhood, I would experience the same feeling whenever I feel delighted. It is a slight stir in the stomach. As if the epicenter of this tidal wave of emotion began there then the tingling sensation was radiated to the whole body up to the tips of my fingertips. Would I label that giddiness or..tenderness?
"Do you know Mokuro?" I asked. "Oh yes. Why?" she asked somehow sounding a bit puzzled. Her forehead wrinkling a bit. "Nothing,really." And we left it there.
We started to walk toward the hotdog stands. I noticed that Haruka liked the hotdogs rolled in bacon, slathered in mustard and ketchup. She had inexplicable revulsion to mayonnaise. Must be the fat content..hehehe.
I ordered an orange soda. Rumi spoke between bites, "Where is my Darling Suzumi?" she asked in her mischievous characteristic manner. Haruka's eyes rolled up to the heavens as if repulsed by Rumi's attraction to Suzumi. I was smiling as if I was part of the conspiracy, eager to be friends to the both of them, happy that I could be a part of a camaraderie. "She left earlier than the rest, that " she answered nonchalantly, her teal blue eyes almost reduced to cat eye slits. I found out that Haruka's revulsion to Suzumi was due to her noisy loudmouthed-ness and cockiness. Acting like some prima donna in her own roguish way.
I somehow wrapped my arms around hers. It was a good feeling and she didn't find it alarming.
We waved goodbye as I was fetched by the school bus. Its an end to another day.
The next morning, my close friend Camilla visited me at my classroom during lunch.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey..wanna come with me to the bookshops at Vandlin's?"she said perkily.
"Sure. What time should we meet?" I asked enthused.
"Maybe after class."
"Okay"
In the afternoon we met as agreed upon by the gates. Camilla was seating there, all prim and pretty, her chestnut brown hair billowing in the gentle breeze. She's all niceness it seemed that she's too good to be true. We've been friends since the first day of high school. We both love Yuyu Hakusho so much that it took most of our chatting hours. We were also busmates. I used to go to their house in my freshman years.
Underneath all the niceness of her sugary sweetness, she has a little malice on her, a bitter taste like drinking a sugary cup of coffee. But she's a dependable friend nonetheless. We went to the book shop and after shopping, we've decided to hang-out in the nearby cakehouse. She ordered some blueberry cheesecake while I ordered lasagna, my favorite food in the world. We chatted about old times, old friends and our parallel interests in almost everything. It was last summer that she started to send mixed signals to me. I was rather confused but I started to find her attractive. This feeling was a little disconcerting for me. I told her that I like her like her. I thought that we were finally understanding each other but then it became blurred once again. I started to shove the feeling aside. Forgetting what has transpired and starting as friendly friends for the sake of good times. Then we left for home.
On the evening, I called Haruka over the phone. She gave me her number. Her father answered the phone and I was a little scared. I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted a conversation. To my surprise, she was friendly.
"Were you eating your dinner? Did I disturb you?" I asked. "Not really..I was merely watching t.v." she replied with a slur in her voice. "Do you know Mokuyo?" I asked.
"Yes..its just so unfair that Mokuyo gets the designation as S5..she's just a second class officer." She said annoyed.
"Waddya mean by that? I'm just new to this kind of thing."
"Those who underwent M.O.C.C. training, the ones who entered in their sophs, attain higher ranks in their senior year. M.O.C.Cs gets minor ranks..anyway, I don't know my rank yet and I was not given a designation yet but I once aspired as Wing 5. We'll just see what happens.."
"Is that so? I guess the commandant was really unfair, he usually favors the other class..if you know what I mean. Its weird that I'm so interested to this kinda stuff now when in my sophs I declined the offer given to me to join M.O.C.C." I said.
"Do I smell regret?" she purred.
"Not really, just wondering if we'd be closer by now if I met you again earlier than recently. This school is sure big...I usually pass the field as a short-cut to the school publication's office, where did you hang-out anyway?"
"I am usually on the headquarters..fooling around..." then she chuckled. "Oh..my mom's calling for dinner..see yah around!" I said. "Suure. Anytime."
The next day, I arrived late in class, my Calculus teacher was already teaching. When he saw me, he closed the door.
"If you want to go in..buy me a bag of corn chips..run!" he barked good naturedly. My teacher Mr. Yamato was the most unconventional teacher in the planet. He keeps on making jokes and is known for his sheer sense of humor and naughtiness.
I squirmed as I braided my hair in utter disarray..being late, I wasn't able to blow-dry it as I used to. I almost bumped at my classmate Sasumi who is known for her amazing lateness.
"I wonder how you always manage it.." I quipped at her. She smiled guiltily. "Must be talent" she chuckled.'
"Oh! Yamato-senpai wants us to buy corn chips as punishment." I reminded her.
"Is that so? I shall go with you then." She said.
Sasumi is one of the people in class that is genuinely nice to me. She wasn't competitive yet she's not stupid either. She's actually cool with her dangling earrings and accessories. She has shoulder length raven black hair and a very milky complexion that reminds me of Snow White.
As we were let in..Mr. Yamato managed to crack up some jokes in class. Then I saw Rumi and Haruka waving at the window..mouthing recess.
I actually felt good that I am now having friends to hang-out with..then I smiled.
To my readers: I am sorry for some inconsistencies on the first few chapters..it took me a while to update the stories that I forgot some of the character's names. Thank you for the reviews..it inspired me to continue the story.