At Last

    As long as Mark could remember, he was only nine when he found out that he had his very first crush. It was a lovely young girl that he met from the music club. He was always hating the club, he had no passion in music, and he could not even play any kind of instrument anyway. He thought it was such a waste of time and money for him to stay in the club. Well, at least until the short haired girl became one of them.      The girl was always smiling and easily laughed at every jokes he throw. She also taught him how to play guitar and often sang along with him. Mark would talk about her all day long to his family, saying that he found his best friend. Until one day he was about to sleep and realized that he had a crush on his best friend.     One thing he could never forget about the newcomer is the fact that she always wore her outfit in a wrong way. One day she came to the club with a non-match shoes; it was a left flat shoes matched with a blue-ish running shoes, the next day she came with a big sunflower in her head. The other day she would come in a white tee and pajamas as her outer to the club. And the bizarre fashion taste of whoever made her wore the outfit, continued the saga until Mark apparently graduated from the school and moved to another city.      It was a silly story from 10 years ago. Mark was heart broken when he found out the girl dated his friend back then in junior high school. But he was all grown up now, he got into one of the best university in town and joined the music club. On his third year, he was chosen as the vice president of the club with Jean as the president.      "The one with braided hair is mine."      "Such a trash president," Mark responded the president's word, and glanced around to see the girl which his best friend was talking about, "Which one?"     Jean pointed over a petite sized girl with a blonde braided hair, "The petite one."     Mark found the girl right away, but the blonde freshmen was not the one that catch his sight. It was the short haired girl that wore a tone on tone outfit. Pink pants, pink tanktop, pink denim jacket, pink hair pin and a pink pair of ugly shoes. The girl somehow reminded him to Naya a lot.      "Then the one in pink is mine."     Jean turned his head over toward mark, "I thought you were gay this whole time."     "The hell!?"     "I don't know man," Jean grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it over to Mark's lap, "You just doesn't seems into girls. You sure know that you're quite popular and you even got a bunch of girls that would die for you. But you never touched one of them."     Mark rolled his eyes, "Eventhough i touched one of them, i wouldn't do it in public."     Jean looked at his best friend with such an annoying look, "So you have touched one of those girls? What i trying to say here is that one kind of a touch you know?"     "Such a trash."     "Did you touch them?"     "Of course no!" Mark shook his head and sighed, "I'm not interested to touch any other girl right now."     "Any other girl? So you have this one girl?"     "Maybe, " Mark smiled faintly then stood up and walked towards the pink girl he had been watching for the last few minutes, "You'll hit on your petite girls or no?"     "Don't you dare to touch her."   ---         "Welcome to the music club, My name is jean, the president of the club and this is Mark, my vice president. We are recruiting new member this year, and i could see that you two has the perfect qualification. Perhaps you two want to join our club?"     Such a good talker and great liar. Mark was trying his best to not laugh at his best friend's bullshit. What qualification he was talking about? But if this pink girl were in the same club as him, it might be easier for them to got something between them. A friendship maybe? Or a relationship if he was lucky enough.      "I can see as well, " Mark smiled, "as a vice president i know that you two will be a perfect member to our club."     "How the f**k are we qualif--"     The blonde stopped her friends from talking by blocking her mouth, "--I'm so sorry, she's a bit out of her place you know. It just her personality. And anyway, my name is Sara and this foul mouthed girl is Naya, it such a nice things to meet you, senior."     "Nah, it's okay," Jean walked closer towards the petite girl, "So, do you want to join our club. You can take this as a close recruitment."     Sara laughed awkwardly, "She's the best when it comes to play guitar, but me, i know nothing at all about music."     "You can play guitar?"     Naya looked at the vice president's face and shrugged her shoulder, "You've heard it your self."     "Then join us."     "No th--"     "--We'll be joining the music club!" Sara cut Naya's word again, "Jean said that i can learn about music from the very first step. So you and i will be joining the club."     "What the hell!? I'm not joining the club!"     Mark let a sigh out from his mouth and took out his phone from his bag, he turned his head over to Sara and smiled, "Can you give me her phone number? I'll make sure she'll be joining you in the club this weekend."     "Don't you dare, Sara."     Sara smiled to Naya and shook her head, "I won't give you her number since she seems to be hating it, but you can asked her number from Jean, i'll give it to him later."