Love, Strawberries and Jervemyr

YEAR: 2020 At the moment, I live in a neighborhood of dreams coming true except for me inhabitants seem to take no notice, or so I thought, of individuals settling within the wide housing premises. I mean the Hollywood stars, Betty Boop and Popeye just settled in the neighborhood last week and people are like 'nah' like it wouldn't be a surprise if Ruby Rose settles here, too. I could still remember I was ten at the same time my relatives visited this substantial place and from then on we call in on consistently because my mom is a manicurist. Well, she's the lady with a big tote bags each one on her shoulders and inside the tote bags are the stuff she need to make your nails look great. Luckily, Mama baited few frequent and loyal customers around mostly the low-end service providers of the area and sometimes the few kind wealthy heirs. This is where the unlucky part is, I sometimes keep her company and keeping her company is a bear mode. I have to bear some nonsense uproars 'cause well-off kids in the vicinity of my age in this place are just a freakin' spoiled brat. To say the least, they are overindulged, grandiose, narcissistic, and egocentric-regressed! I must admit that such are strikingly strident compliments because I, myself, went hand to hand with those leviathans. Well, not all of 'em, but most. I remember the first summer of it actually and it was a Saturday morning. FLASHBACK We are here standing in front of the Jervemyr's. Mama and I went straight back at the far side of their mansion while I can't seem to keep my eyes off the radiant, eye-catching, and picturesque view of the surroundings. Jervemyr Mansion is just like other large dwelling houses but is so fetch! A vintage whitewashed Victorian voluptuous is surrounded by a sunny botanical garden. So fancy. Griffin, on the other hand, sneaks on her battleground, which is the botanical garden by the way. She's a typical discreet and affluent bully which I designated as a kind of definite savage. She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at me in the eye. I saw how she possesses a small wooden slingshot which is too small for her high hopes but she didn't know that. Founding for a first try, she perched between a bunch of long-stemmed bright purple waxflowers pointing the slingshot to a common target which is a girl her age with a jet black hair; the ugliest girl she had ever laid her eyes on which is me, of course. Griffin pulled the elastic strap and boast a smirked for release. Alas! The small stone beggarly accelerated and as a result, comes along with a shameful landing. I, the unsensitive, thoroughly chortled upon her mischief, what a devil! I gotta say by her facial demise, she vigorously felt absolute exasperation towards me, big time! In addition to affluent bullies is little miss pertfect, Alexandria Fiorelli. She is the blonde girl of the overlaying mansion. As a matter of fact, Fiorelli Mansion is famous for its topiary. A lot of gigantic sheared topiary occupies the whole area making it an eye candy. Bewildered by this, I decided to clip small shrubs and hopefully build a topiary myself while Mama does her job. Luckily, I managed to finish off a small star-shaped topiary that same day making my little heart happy. I was about to show it off around everyone when unforeseen, someone ruthlessly stomps off the small happiness I made. I felt dismayed while I look at the culprit. It is Alexandria, a discreet mademoiselle of constant poker visage often suspected of hiding a fund of reckless naughtiness. I was about to walk out of the scene when I heard her screaming of fear, some red spots seem to manifest her legs and ankles. I think she got herself a hay fever. To say the least, I'm like " Karma, is that you? " END OF FLASHBACK After that incident, mom never let me set a toe at Fiorelli's again. I'm sure they put the blame on me for what happened to Alex. Like the butter to the heating pan, the lame feud and pun torments between us lasted for years. Though I try not to cross their paths, bad luck keeps me pushing towards those leviathans. Giddily, it's not impossible now since I am here presently strolling in with my roller blades. I was staring at the lovely multicolored primroses of a specific neighborhood. To be honest, I'm flattered to acquire a sense of sight while they possess raging pigmentation and I'm thinking I would love to paint them. Yes, leviathans off you go. Get out of my mind. A cherry-pick of cerulean hue jog my memory of Emma the blue-haired character of a famous queer film. It transpire my contemplation of the sorroundings. In fact, the scene I'm in right now was really discreet before the quarantine but it worsened between the declared strict quarantine time that it gets creepy af if you ask me. The recuperate news after a few months is the declaration of a moderate quarantine where few residents seem to flock around the subdivision; It's like a less shady from being authoritarian. A few moments more, I am outside the residence specifically in a nearby mini store with some few private buildings ahead. Doing these favorable tricks along these establishments is pretty engaging. It's been a rough year and is no time to have fun. I stared at the sky, at the trees and everyone. Finally, I am out here and free. Damn, that pandemic is annoying but I'm not about it right now. Ciao! Unexpectedly, while I'm going downtown I saw someone very promising and guess what? I eagerly followed her inside a grocery store. I actually saw here went out a very familiar pickup truck. The woman is sporting the Chelsea-cotton gabardine trench coat and wearing a half-up topknot of a short chocolate brown hair making her physiognomy more noticeable. Inside the grocer, my heart went crazy when Adele walked towards me. Yes, Adele, she's the familiar figure I am talking about. I was glued on the floor thinking that I was stalking a second ago and now I was like being cornered of these thoughts in my mind, she's literally walking towards me! I was about to blow up when out of nowhere I saw my silhouette at a mirrored vertical fridge. I looked intently of my well-being and somehow that ease up my mind. In a mid-waist, skinny ripped jeans denim pants and short sleeve casual white tee get up I look fine, I guess. I'm a poker face person master and I need that right now, definitely casting a zero percent visibility of a panic fangirling attack. I have to stop acting weird and do something, right? I looked around and saw a sign. It is the dairy section. I took a fresh milk and pretend I was shopping. " Est-ce mieux que ça?" she asked me with her deep voice while holding another brand of fresh milk. ( is it better than this? ) " imagine? " I managed to respond impassively. ( i guess? ) " as-tu essayé les deux? " she asked furthermore. ( have you tried both?) I smirked for an answer. " Oui? " she said and proceed on sporting that famous sphinx-like smile I'm obsessed with. Oh nirvana! Adele Exarchopoulos is in the town. How lucky is that? Out of nowhere, someone loosely hangs her hands on Adele. It was Jane who greets her with a french kiss and smiles at me like an i***t, thereafter. I firmly looked at them. Jane is wiggling and whispering something to Adele while the latter is lip biting and her cheeks are pinkier while her stares sparkles. She is blushing, for god sake, to whatsoever Jane is mumbling. I bit my lips, damn sexy Exarchopoulos .. crazily whipping me on that frickin lip bite and cuteness! In contrast, they are flirting in front of me and is such a bad picture. Unike Adele, Jane's cheeks are reddish. It seems like she's more drunk than her; Adele is absolutely fine and is manageable. Jane is a problem. After that, everything went so fast. I have to head on my way home while being rigid on to confusion of daydreaming and reality. I hate the entrance part of Jane but the moments before that are prosperous. I just can't imagine I ever talked to Adele! It sounds like a dream but it's true, I stirred myself, I pinched my cheeks hard and it hurts. Yes! It's not a dream. It was not a dream that I spoke with her. Fast forward, I was on the first block when I was snapped back into reality, I saw Jane somewhere looks stressed and pale. A pick-up truck was parked nearby, the one I saw back at the grocery store. Suddenly, Adele got my full attention when she rush out from the pickup truck, concern was drawn all over her face. I was about to approach them but the sight of a man standing few meters away caught my eye, his hair was white and both hands were in his denim pockets. He was smoking. When Adele cursed, she grabbed my attention, again. It was Jane. She vomits as if she will release all her insides out while Adele started rubbing her upper back for release support. I approached them amidst the unlikeliness of the situation. Suddenly, a Ferrari arrived on the scene. It was Alexandria Fiorelli, Jane's cousin. " Elle n'apprend jamais, " she said as she went outside her car while approaching us. (She never learns) The winter white deep V-neck high waist jumpsuit garb harmoniously congruent Alex' hourglass bod. She looked around and raised eyebrows when she saw me there. She just looses her cool when Jane collapsed in front of me, not long after. Fortunately, I easily scoop her up. " Elle est un tel fardeau! " said Alexandria problematically and helped me carry Jane. ( She is such a burden !) " Pardon! pouvez-vous nous aider .. au moins? " she added as she noticed the man beside the pickup. ( Excuse me! can you help us at least??) " Not interested," he responded plainly without looking at us. Alex rolled her eyes for that displeasing manner. The guy is an attitude! Adele opened up the suicide door and let Jane lay in the rear seat of the Ferrari. All is done and I was about to close the suicide door when a splash of whiskey, lemon, and guts spread all over my face. Talk about luck, that is. " Cette femme est horrible! " I hear someone said in the background and was cursing, too. ( This woman is horrible !) I moved away from the car and without further ado, Alexandria immediately closed the suicide door while making a fuss out of it. "Ne pensez jamais à vomir dans ma voiture, sinon vous l'aurez!" she exclaimed in irritation. (Don't you ever think about vomiting inside my car or else you'll gonna get it !) " Good luck on that," the rude guy said after the Ferrari was gone. I looked at him intently. And within a closer look, I am starting to bend my thoughts of him being a guy. " You are starting to sound like Stewart," Adele told the rude guy and glanced at my way " Tu devrais venir avec nous à l'intérieur," she told me. ( You should come inside ) " No, she's not," the rude guy interrupted which led to an awkward silence. " Je vais. Je vis aussi dans cette subdivision, pas grave, " I said with assurance. ( I'm going. I live in this subdivision, no big deal) " Hey! What happened to this pretty lady right here --wait-- what is that? It stinks, men !" a girl with short chopped layered hair came out of nowhere. She sounds goofy. Adele faced me " C'est ma maison. Il est plus proche donc il vaut mieux ne pas discuter," she said and pointed the mansion in front me.(That is my house. It's right there so better not argue.) I got speechless. So, she lives here all along? " Woah- wait, can you please the two of you not talk like aliens? " said the short hair with chopped layers goofy girl, she then faced me with her rosed thin perfect brows. " Can you talk English?" she asked me. I nodded for an answer. I glanced at the rude guy but he gets in his car and drove off. " I'm Kristen," said the goofy girl stretched her hand for a handshake. I was about to take it when she lowered it down " .. but please proceed to the washroom first," she smirked and walked inside an open gate. Adele is inside waiting for me. I pinched my cheeks to see if she's real. When it stung, I never felt any better. This is so true. I'm going crazy. "Ce n'est pas si pratique," I heard Adele say as I stepped into this huge grand staircase, she is talking to someone on the phone. ( That is not so practical.) I came from one of the many executive rooms upstairs. She let me used it so I can get a shower and get dressed with some of the stuff she lent. I was thankful the maisie skirt fits me just fine, it suits the short sleeve white tee tops. " I gotta go. I love you, babe," She said while looking at me and hanged up from the call. " Hey, miss who-I-do-not-know -your-name-is but here's a cup of tea," said Kristen and then looked at me from head to toe " It suits you," she added and then gave me a flirty wink. She came out from the kitchen door, I think. " Thank you," I replied while I took the cup of tea in her hands. I watched her comfortably slouch on an office leather chair as she laid her two feet on the shiny center table, her right-hand holds a cup of coffee while the cup holder is in her left. " It's Megan," I said. She nodded. " So, what brings you outside the subdivision? Are you really going to buy that fresh milk that you've been holding in the grocer or are you just following Adele?" she asked nonchalantly. " Jaymes? Are you accusing her? " said Adele with her raised eyebrows, Jaymes must be Kristen's other name or is it? Maybe it is because she's facing her. " No, accusing is a strong word. And, do you have to bring that name up?" Kristen said with her eyes saying you-know-that-is-not-what-i-meant. " Sorry," said Adele apologetically. Kristen nodded. She then faced me " Are you feeling 'accused'?" " Kristen! Stop it !" said Adele, now a bit upset. " Oh, you guys. It's not a big deal," Kristen/Jaymes said with a 'duh' look. I chuckled. " I'm following her. But I'm not the paparazzi," I said factly. " Why are you following her?" Kristen asked after sipping on her coffee. Adele, again, sent her a warning look. " Adele just happens to pass by and I don't know who does not turn a head when she comes by?" I replied and then looked away. I think I blushed after saying that. Kirsten wears her goofiest smile while Adele's face, on the other hand, turns red. " You liar," she said and then finished her coffee. I mimicked her, I finished mine, too " Our girl is driving you home," she added while her vision is focused pass at me. I followed her gaze and it led me to that white-haired man who was standing two meters away. The man looks mad and that is so familiar it makes me dizzy. " You never fail to amuse me,huh?" he said. And guess what? I lost consciousness, thereafter.