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UNREQUITED LOVE...


Is it just me or is this conversation going well?

I mean, sure there was that time where Tyson got me almost pissed off by lying to me.

But the rest was doing quite well, actually.

It almost made me wanna tape this over so I could listen to it every time we hit into an argument again.

Laugh

Tyson can say the stupidest things sometimes.

Stupid, yes.

Yet, they baffle me.

In a way, though.

It's not like I'm going to believe every joke he tells me.

Psh, whatever.

I know Tyson and he's not the kind of boy who goes all serious about Love.

Hell, I don't even think he's got time to fall in love.

As well as, falling in love with me—

I widened my eyes.

What am I thinking!

Tyson!

Falling in love!

With ME!

Tyson heard me laugh.

"What's so funny?"

Blushing, I ruffled on my skirts.

"Nothing," I mumbled. "Just thinking back some stuff."

Here we are, near the pond at the front yard of Tyson's grandpa's dojo.

And here we are, talking at the longest time we had ever talked without arguing.

But I know I'm not here because of hearing Tyson tell me jokes and watch him laugh at himself.

And that's when I've decided.

Decided what I was supposed to do.

Why I'm really here.

I wasn't sure before and I thought all I'd do is return his jacket.

But there was something more.

Something that wanted to get out.

And I'm here…

I'm here to tell him.

Tell him what it is he can't even figure out.

I have this feeling Max and Rei and Kenny already know it already.

But this stupid doesn't!

Just how many reasons does it take to have this dumbass figure it out!

Two reasons?

Two million simple reasons!

I can't even put this decision in mere decision!

And how am I suppose to tell him?

It isn't simple, I can sure you all that.

This isn't just a simple story about a mere love story.

A sheer tale of possibility of love and hate.

This isn't some plain fable you hear and read in your very day life.

This isn't any stupid tale that you think will happened so clear.

Chuckle

No, no, my friend.

This is real.

This is all real.

And this

…Is my story.

Our story.

This is my complex story of my own heart.

My thoughts, my moves, my ways.

My life.

This is Tyson's way of telling me something I should've known.

Telling me something I can't even read nor understand.

It hurts me to think so badly, yet hurts me even more to think it too obvious.

There are so many things that's happening to people.

So many beautiful, happy things happening to them.

But…

Why is this happening to me?

Why is everything so, too complicated for me?

Why does everything, everyone—Tyson—have to make this so hard?

Why can't it just happen to someone else?

But I deserve this.

I deserve to know how harsh life treats me.

And this should be it.

And my destiny is to tell him.

Tell him what I feel.

I should've told him before but he is too ruthless and hardheaded.

I should've told him before but I, too, contain emotions called 'Rejection'.

And I don't like it.

'Rejection'

Who ever made this dumb and painful emotion sure is heartless and despicable.

How could you reject someone you love so dearly?

How could you betray someone you've love all your life?

Even if you've only met him three years ago.

I gazed at the pond in trance and wondered something.

Something I had never forgotten.

"If you didn't really need me, why did you ask me to come back?"

Tyson didn't answer.

But he did, and it should be clear what his answer was.

"Isn't it obvious?" he answered. "You were a good trainer. And besides, when I'm pissed off, I say things I don't mean."

I lowered my head.

Say things I don't mean.

Does that mean that you've never meant anything you've spat on me?

Hilary watched a goldfish twirled in circle.

"Oh," I answered. "Well… that should be a good answer."

But hoping for more.

Laugh

He's not like any boy, true.

He's self-centered, self-satisfied, self-seeking idiot boy.

He's an arrogant, stupid, and mean person.

Despite that, he is smart, courageous, wise, and kind boy.

He can be a joker sometimes, a clown, I mean.

I stood to look at him, standing on the boulder, gazing down at him.

He gazed back up at me and it made me so jumpy all of a sudden.

I opened my mouth but something made me shut them up.

No Hilary, it told me, not yet…

Today, yes, but not yet, not now.

If you want this to be a good discussion, let it flow for a while.

Then, when the time is right, acknowledge, Hilary.

Acknowledge therewith admit.

Therefore, I changed the subject.

"So," I began, smiling. "Still losing against Rei?"

Tyson laughed maniacally crossing his arms.

"Lose?" he mocked. "I don't lose against Rei!"

I chuckled.

"Right," I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Even if I try training you, I don't think you'd win against him even three times in a row."

Tyson rolled his eyes after and chuckled mockingly.

"I could, you know," he answered with a smirk. "You just don't train me hard enough."

"And I will," I told him, "train you till you drop."

"Well, hmm, let's see," Tyson looked around, giving a derisive grin. "I do remember falling on top of you when I needed food last year. And, you know what? I think we should train you, too."

I gawked at him.

"Don't you think I already do?"

"Well," Tyson began. "Not exactly. You tend to lay back and relax a lot, Miss I-need-to-train-your-ass-till-death."

I tried to look shock.

"I do not!"

"You do," Tyson smiled. "And besides, you couldn't even carry me when I fell on top of you last year."

"That's because we started training early in the morning," Hilary shot back. "I didn't eat anything either, for your information, Tyson Granger."

"I knew that," Tyson answered. "Even I would've caught you if you fell."

I stuck my tongue out.

"I don't have boy skills," I told him. "I don't even play those toys!"

"Well, I saved your ass last time," Tyson grinned.

I blushed faintly but turned to look away, pretending to look angry yet not wanting to end this play we're doing.

He was right about everything.

But I wanted to deny it.

"Whatever," I placed my hands on my hips.

There was a short hesitation.

"You know," Tyson began. "I have to admit something…"

I slowly turned to look at Tyson, who was still staring at me.

When I looked at his eyes I saw sincerity and I knew whatever he was going to say was true.

"What is it?"

Tyson smiled and crossed his arms again.

"This is the first time we've had a nice conversation," he smiled faintly. "The other ones are just plain thoughtless arguments."

I couldn't help but weakly blush, hoping he wouldn't see it.

So he's thinking the same…

"Aren't you glad?" I asked. "If you want, I could say something to break this good conversation."

"I don't mean that," Tyson rolled his eyes. "I actually like it, for a change. Since I don't always have to get my ears all hearing this ringing tone after you finish screaming whatever it is you're telling me. And like I ever listen to you, though," he added with a soft chuckle.

I heaved a sigh quickly and faked anger.

"Well, excuse me," I uttered. "It's not like—hey! 'Whatever it is you're telling me'? Are telling me that you never listen to me!"

Smiling, Tyson shrugged and gradually walked away.

I stopped to jump off the boulder and ran after him, as he gradually just sauntered there, as if waiting for me.

"Tyson!' I yelled. "No fair! Stop!"

He stopped and turned around, hands in his pocket.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked.

"Tyson!" I complained. "You self-centered person! Are you telling me that all these years of my lecturing and not a single word has ever gone right through that damn thick head of yours!"

Tyson smiled and, seeing as how close I am, place a hand on my head and ruffled my hair slowly.

"Not exactly," he smiled, still ruffling my chocolate brown hair.

My face puffy with anger, I glared at him and pouted.

"Then why put me through as your trainer!"

Chuckling, Tyson took his hand off my head and gently tapped the tip of my nose.

"You silly girl," he told me. "I said 'not exactly'."

I made a face.

"Well," I began. "What actually went through your thick head?"

Tyson made an expression of contemplating.

I waited.

Would he really remember?

After, he looked at me, smiled, and shrugged.

"Tyson!" I wailed. "Sometimes you're so useless!"

"Thank you," Tyson answered sarcastically. "I appreciate your kindness."

He took a seat on the outer porch that was rimmed around the dojo.

I walked to stand in front of him, hands still on my hips.

I looked pretty pissed off outside but inside I had hopes.

Maybe I would have a chance today.

To tell him.

But not right now.

I enjoyed complaining with him.

It distracts me from wanting to do something else.

When I looked at Tyson, his eyes were close.

I couldn't help but just stare at him and commend on his maturity.

He really did change.

Drastically and dramatically.

He's a new Tyson.

And when he opened his eyes, he gazed right back through mines.

He looked like he had been thinking before.

Thinking hard.

And I almost felt startled at how luminous his eyes were.

His eyes were a strange sparkling grayish blue, brighter than a big sapphire.

I don't think even a precious jewel could compare to his brilliant ones, though.

Nothing.

And when I gazed deeper into his eyes as he did to mine I know that the way his eyes had stared at me was completely different from any gaze his ever given me.

And his gape somehow told me something that I should know.

Something he also wants to tell me but don't really know it until he could understand it.

My own jewel eyes glimmered a bit, nervous at how much he's watching at mines.

My face turned tranquil but no not my jewel eyes.

I bit my lips.

He was staring at me in a weird way.

And this gaze he was offering me right now was enough to make my heart thud faster…