PART 1 “WANT A RIDE BACK HOME?”

 

PART 1 “WANT A RIDE BACK HOME?”

"Want a ride back home?"

I say holding up my hand to my forehead, keeping the sunrays away, while he's looking here and there like a lost child in a fare.

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"Sir!...", his voice raises and then trails to nothing when he loses the fight of his practical copy being checked first. Everyone is here and its like they all are waiting for some validation. I stick my back to the railing outside the class, watching these little penguins paddle. I know that is important for me too but I got it checked even before the class began; creepy tricks are the aurum, right?

 When my friends come back, I leave catching a last glance at the troubling sapien. I wave goodbye to my already fleeting friends when I stop and breathe a long held breath out of anxiety. I can star in a popular show beside Cavin, i know.

 I walk up to my scooty and put on my helmet. While I was setting the rear-view mirror, I saw him. I remember the first time noticing his eagle face when our English sir was howling and bawling over his speech on a silly topic I lost my introduction to. I have always kinda been jealous of good writers because yeah that is what I do too, but his work was something I also lost my mind to. His reasons were one of the most unique among all, even mine too, i only used the general but he went deep and direct to the starting of it all. It was kinda a lot satisfying.

But who would really believe that someone can write a whole delusional short story on the meet?

 

He's always saying these things like "hello", "nice to meet to you" and what not with that sweet but bold voice of his. I know that voice shows its face sometmes in class when I sneak up a look at him talking that bully back to them. If that voice wouldn't have been that pretty, he would have been the baddest in the classroom.

 

I kept going without giving a hit to his presence. But as I pulled out, I thought i wanted to ask him for a ride.

 

He first looked down and around, blushing or laughing at my sympathy for him or i don't know. "If you don't want to that's totally fine. I just saw that you were nervous here. Did you lose your guardians?"

He smiles and says with a sway of his hand towards my back side of the road, "actually I need to go that side, yeah, but I see you go to direct the opposite way. I thought it could be a problem, hence i don't know-". "Oh that's okay. There is a way for me from your side too. You can hop on."

 

He shakes a bit but then agrees with a breathing "okay" and I think i missed some autumn breezes through the trees.

I turn around safely and we continue.

 

"How do you go normally back home?" I ask since today was a lengthy day due to a 2 hour extra class.

"Umm..in a van." He's keeping his distance from me, including pulling his sentences.

 

I wonder if I should ask more but maybe that's enough. A song starts playing in my autonomic spotify system, and I dont remember its name. I wonder what he must be thinking. Not many people saw us going out together but even if they did, that's not my concern because to hell to their opinions.

 

"Are you comfortable?". "Yeah". I can see his eyes darted to my right side into the trees. I guess he's just the same poetic like me.

 

"Yeah that is it." He says calmly putting a full stop to our journey.

He gets down and sways hand in the air to wave a 'not so goodbye'. "Thanks", he smiles a thin line wide before leaving and I just kept smiling at his appearance. I dont if its actually anything that I have for him, but I think i just know that he might be someone I can share my thoughts with. Not my secrets since he looks like a bad guy but yeah still.

 

That was a poetic end to a ride back home.