Maya
She surprised me to say the least, her unexpected visit deserved an ear piercing scream but I did other wise.
Instead I continued to sing and simply observed what she was doing from the corner of my eye.
She sat next to me and stared intently as I continued my rendition.
She was observing me too, that's different.
Her graphic t-shirts with insults scrawled on to the front them, her ripped shorts, and high tops. She practically screamed 'daddy problems'
"I wanna be cool like you," I said in rush while we were hanging out in front of Demolition. She wanted a dress we saw in the window the other day.
"What," she chuckled.
I was nervous, I had never tried anything like this... Manipulation.
God even the word sounded impossible to implement.
"I want to be more like you," I repeated.
Soon enough her smile left her face and her black mini dress that informed the public about their collective mothers was immediately hidden behind her.
"No you don't," she mumbled.
Was that self doubt?
I decided to push a little further.
" Maya come on, you're the epiphany of cool,"
She bit her lower lip before faking a cough in her hand.
"Look I'm not cool," she stated before walking away from me.
I stood behind astonished before smirking.
I never did see that dress again after that day.