By Misty Raia
mE: Our phone became really a junk that's why I can't connect. Hmm… I have uploading problems in the first chapter because underscores won't seem to appear. The email address didn't even appeared. It was suppose to be the part when Sakura looked at the contacts once more. The email ad must've appeared in there but I don't know what happened. Anyway, thanks for the review.
pReViOusLy:
Jersey07: See you later
MyxWriter: Later?!
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Chapter 2Sakura giggled from where she was seated. Her mind was still debating whether she woke up on his tent what so ever. So much for trying… Uchiha Sasuke. She nodded in satisfaction. If he's faking or what, he won't be able to recall the camp thing when they were young.
"Ohh!" she exclaimed. "Wow, what an inspiration!"
She immediately opened the Microsoft Word and began her story… her story. She tapped her keyboard with outmost excitement. Since when did she felt like this? Her graduation in college…? Her first published book…?
She didn't even noticed that it's already 10:47 PM. Sakura made herself a nice coffee before sitting again. I can finish this stuff in no less than 2 weeks.
"The guy must be… the guy must be a typical boy-next-door and a mysterious type," she said, trying to picture her characters. "He has a raven hair, technically a prodigy in disguise. His eyes… Ah! Deep blue eyes… his face was a bit pale… making him look distant!" Sakura smiled upon imagining all of these. "And he would be…" Uchiha Sasuke. "That won't be fair!"
She faced her clock and felt disappointed. I was just having fun… why do the clock always slows down when anything bad is happening? Like when ed-in-chief scolds at me… but when deadlines come, it's damn too fast! She started to mumble words before she shut down her computer.
"Tomorrow, I will continue my story… and by tomorrow I must name that mysterious guy…"
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Sakura opened her eyes exactly at 4:45 AM. It's too early for her, yet, she seemed not so sad about it. She immediately took a shower and prepared her breakfast.
"You mustn't annoy a jolly girl at times like this." Sakura told herself. "Hey, I will add that line! Haha! Everything is going really fine!"
Sakura slipped her jogging pants and decided to have a walk. November 21, it must be cold out there. She got herself a jacket before lying back to her bed. "I will be back at 7:00, I promise," she whispered, as if her bed would reply. She beamed for a while before heading straight out of her door.
She jogged silently through the staircase because she doesn't feel like taking the elevator. Every writer must be motivated by this… she thought. When she opened the main door, she felt the chilly breeze that swept to her face. Her body shivered but she continued walking.
"Maybe I'll just stay at the park, down by the Cherry Blossom tree."
She walked happily like she never walked before. She looked at the clouds above her; the morning stars were still sparking, glittering, as if flowing into her mood. The fresh air soothed her. She closed her eyes for a minute to feel everything. Everything is so still, so quite.
"Hey, watch out!"
The next moment, Sakura saw herself sitting by the sidewalk in front of a stumbled bike. She held her head and glared frantically at the owner of the bike.
"Can't you see I'm relaxing here?" she almost yelled.
The guy just looked emptily at her. He was wearing a navy blue shirt, which suits his pair of darken eyes. "Yes but I bet you didn't see me 'cause your eyes were shut!"
"Oh?" Sakura looked at him angrily. "Hey mister, it was you who bumped me. What will happen if my head smashed accidentally to the cement road? Would you pay for my hospital bills? Will you talk to my ed to extend my deadline? Huh?"
The guy just sighed. "So you're a writer?" he paused. "You look like a beggar for me."
Sakura blushed in shame. This guy doesn't have any idea who I really am. Isn't he the most ignorant person a great novelist like her can meet? She lifted her head above him. "You… I don't know what you want. But I won't waste my precious time for such a jerk like you, understand?" she pointed her finger in his chest. "Can you please move away? I would have to think what will happen to my story if you don't mind."
With that, Sakura brushed her pants and started to jog away.
"Sorry." She said sarcastically. Damn that guy. If she ever describes her guy in her story, it would be definitely opposite of him… not that ignorant, knows his limitations, really a gentle… and of course romantic. She blushed upon imagining his dream guy… Uchiha Sasuke…
"It only serves you right!" zoomed the guy as he passed straightly in front of her. "You're lucky you just bumped into a bike, but if you'll continue doing that, a truck might devastate all your 'novelist' plans." He smirked off before turning into a street.
Sakura felt her blood rise above her head. "I'll kill that fucking guy if I'll ever meet him again." She promised to herself.
She continued walking, but now, cautiously to prevent herself from drowning in her thoughts. That guy has one thing right, if I will loose my mind in the middle of the street, I would be dead.
When she reached the park, much to her surprise, she saw that 'damn' guy again, sitting calmly by the bench. She was supposed to be the one sitting there, not him!
Well, he was there, with his earmuffs and other stuffs. He just sat there quietly.
"Hey!" yelled Sakura as she touched the guy's shoulders. The guy immediately jumped to his feet and eyed her furiously.
"WTF?"
"I was just kidding!" she smiled. But the guy didn't seem happy about it.
"Here's a dime, find yourself someone to talk to." He turned his back away from her. Back.
Sakura stared blankly at him until he disappeared by the intersection with his bike. "He looks familiar," she thought. "Hmm… when did I met… hmm… his back seemed really familiar! When or where did…" Sakura scratched her head to squeeze out what's in her mind.
She sat by then bench to think deeply. I swear I already saw that back.
Sakura shook her head and tried to think again. "I am positive that I just met him this morning. But his back…" Sakura scratched her head mockingly. "It must've stuck in my sub-conscious!"
Yeah, writers like her suffer to a much more complicated type of stupidity. There were times when they occasionally drift to the fantasyland, or there were instance that they think that they were really on their stories. And Sakura has a more severe infection of this.
"AHH! I'M GOING CRAZY!" she shouted.
An old man who was passing by her was shocked. Sakura just buried her head in her shoulder before apologizing. She was not supposed to shout desperately in the middle of a park especially at times like this.
She walked lazily back to her high-rise after buying herself a slice of bread and jelly. When she opened her monitor, she remembered the perfect story she's doing. The thought of his ed's face upon seeing the finish product made her smile.
But before anything else, Sakura looked out of her window.
The sun is rising! A very marvelous and endearing view of art! If she would recreate the world, there is only one thing she won't change, and that would be the orange rays of the peeping sun. This is a good start. Entirely forgetting about the incident that just happened in the park, she started pressing the letters in the keyboard.
You can only hear the tapping sound, the screech of the computer chair and the scribbling of Sakura. Most of the time, she would blab some sentences before putting them into her work.
The girl made the same mistake when she was eleven years old, when her best friend went away.
Sakura sighed upon this thought. It really happened to her. But, you never know its worth until it's gone forever. Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them. Nothing.
It's good being a novelist, thought Sakura as she continued her typing. You are able to construct your own story, the way you really want it to go. You can easily change anything, it's just the matter of retyping, deleting… but it's a good deal that everything depends on you… the characters… the plot… and most especially the ending…
Sakura never remembers a story she read when she was young that has a really sound ending… except for the waking of the dear sleeping beauty upon a kiss, everything seemed to rely on the prince himself. Why would the prince always rescue the princess? Or was that how everything must really go?
Well, debating with your own mind can really drive you nuts!
But Sakura got used to it. She thinks that every question has an answer. It just lays on the deeper part of her mind that she has to search for it. Just like, you know, the mysterious back of the guy…
Sakura rested her back on the pillow of her bed. Her fingers were swollen for typing and her eyes were bulging from her face. "I swear, I swear! I swear I saw that back somewhere. I just can't remember… why is my mind becomes unreliable in times like recalling, memorizing…?"
She rolled her blanket and stared blankly above her. "There's nothing really good watching your ceiling from below," she said.
"I just don't know… Hmp!" she commented on her behavior lethally before connecting to the Internet. "I wonder if Sasuke is online."
Myx-Writer: Hello there
But there was no reply. She sat wearily and sank her body down to the CPU. "Where is Sasuke when you need him?"
Jersey-07: Hi
Immediately, Sakura's heart jumped. "He can't be a psycho to read minds." But she was happy; happy because he popped out when everything seemed so dull and boring.
Jersey-07: So what are you doing lately?
Myx-Writer: I'm finishing my new novel
Myx-Writer: Actually, I was just starting
Myx-Writer: You know, you must keep up with deadlines and other…
Myx-Writer: Stuffs… How about you?
Jersey-07: Nothing really
Myx-Writer: So…
Myx-Writer: I was supposed to tell something to you but I apparently forgot it
Jersey-07: I see
Jersey-07: You wanna meet up?
Myx-Writer: Yeah, that's what I'm about to ask
Jersey-07: When? Where?
Myx-Writer: It'll better be at…
Myx-Writer: Uhm…
Myx-Writer: I'll just send it in your email
Jersey-07: I told you patience is not my thing
Myx-Writer: But it must be
Jersey-07: Okay…
Jersey-07: Tell me about your story
Sakura blushed immediately. Good thing I don't have my cam.
Myx-Writer: It's not that really good
Myx-Writer: You know
Myx-Writer:
Jersey-07: I think I must wait for it then?
Myx-Writer: That would be great!
Myx-Writer: :D
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From: mYx-wRiTeR
To: jErSeY-07
Subject: mEet uP..!
hELLo.. yOu sUrE aBoUt tHis mEet uP..?
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From: jErSeY-07
To: mYx-wRiTeR
Subject: Re: mEet uP..!
It'll be nice to see someone in person
rather than in a monitor.
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From: mYx-wRiTeR
To: jErSeY-07
Subject: Re: Re: mEet uP..!
oWkiE..
yOu kNoW tHe cHeRry bLosSoM tReE bY
tHe pArK..? wiTh tHe bEnCh..?
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From: jErSeY-07
To: mYx-wRiTeR
Subject: Re: Re: Re: mEet uP..!
Yeah! By 3, if that's okay with you
Tomorrow
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From: mYx-wRiTeR
To: jErSeY-07
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: mEet uP..!
sO… sEe yAh..!
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It all went so fast, Sakura thought. After giving a reply, she started to think again. But this time, not about her novel, but Sasuke.
"Tomorrow?" she gulped. "I don't know… But if I won't show up I'll be like a crap… or even a stalker!" But there is no going back! Sakura wrapped herself around her comforter and decided to get a goody nightly sleep for tomorrows meeting.
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At 2:00 PM, Sakura got herself rather ready. It would be Sasuke she's meeting, not his damn ed-in-chief or any other normal persons in her life. This would be her long lost friend way back when she was grade school. She can't afford to mess up.
As Sasuke said, patience is not his thing, meaning, being late for just a minute would give him a totally bad impression towards her.
While walking, Sakura imagined what he looked like. Well, changes happen. She mustn't be surprise if she'll saw him as a real handsome guy he ever was. "Hello! Nice to meet you in person, Sasuke," she said, practicing her delivery.
She glanced at her watch before turning into the intersection. 2:50, not early, not late. She walked rather slowly this time, as if counting every step she's taking. This would be it! She will see Sasuke, after 10 years.
When she got there, she saw a little girl playing by the lawn, an old woman knitting by the bench… and what else? No sign of him.
"Okay, I was early. It's not exactly 3 so…" Sakura said calmly, eying the little girl playing.
Then, a few minutes passed by. When she looked at her watch again, it's 3:00 PM. 3:00… he should be coming any minute now… She dusted her sandals and began waiting. Then, the most awkward thing happened…
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mE: I love cliff-hangers! Wahahahaha! Why do I have to be soo mean? And I hate it when the e-mail adds don't appear, you know, when they had e-mails for each other! Grrrrrrrrr! The e-mails adds don't seem to appear and it' driving me nuts! Anyway, I hope you can keep up! Even this stupid telephone of us is just isn't working. But I already finished Chapter 3! And I would update after two days if you will do me a favor… See that button at the left? Come on, it can really help much!
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