THE NEW ME VERSION 2.0

Chapter 13

Sitting by the ELSE tennis courts, I picked this fluffy white dandelion leaf and absentmindedly let the little seeds fly in the wind. October is probably one of the last really good days of the year. It's cold, but the sun is so hot that the actual coldness of the air doesn't seem to matter. Keep it forever in your lungs that you want to inhale.

Luna works on an art class with waylen. She may go home, but she really doesn't want to. So I wait for her instead, whether she likes it or not.

“Make a wish while doing this,” I hear someone yelling behind me. I turn around and block my eyes from the sun. It's the silhouette of a boy and the bright pink and orange sky behind him. A tall boy in his shirt, sweatpants and knee-high socks, holding a bag and a water bottle.

He wears an old ragged black hat that covers his face, but the closer he gets, the more his features become apparent. “Otherwise, weeds will only flourish,” he concludes. I cleared my throat and tried to be casual. "You used to sneak up on me, didn't you?"

"Not all the time, just twice," he smiled. It's been almost two weeks since I met him at the library. I am shocked that he has spoken to me. He thought he was going to screw it up.

"Yes, what do you want?" he asked, tipping his hat and slumping on the floor next to me. His face is red and her hair is wet. And his eyes are a little cloudy like he's really tired. I remembers my brother always coming home from training with this look on his face. As he sat next to me, I pondered my answer for a moment. "I don't want to," I decide. Not something a kind-hearted white elf aimlessly surfing random air currents can handle. He seems disappointed - I'm not playing properly. I hope you come up with something nice.

What do you want more than anything in this world? And he needed me to weave a web of thread every way I could make it happen. Of course I couldn't. And I don't do that. So we live by ourselves.

"Everybody wants it," he stresses.

"Not me." I look tougher with a cigarette out of your mouth. Don't bother me, that's the impression I want to make on him. I am neither naive nor stupid. In fact, I'm not even beautiful. Now he seems disappointed. He didn't just sit next to me because he was about to hack. he doesn't say anything like him.

Those who are not here cannot see anything and therefore cannot save him.

"Okay..." I begin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him wipe off his life jacket and turn to face me.

"Even if I wanted something - and I didn't say I want it - even now I won't say what it is. ’

I took a sneak peek. he smiles. he's nice and he knows it. The sun penetrates his iris, revealing all his hidden kaleidoscopic caramel and mahogany tones. Chocolate, I have to force the search to stop. he took a step closer. I can feel his heart beating.

"Because that doesn't happen, does it?" he asked. I nod.

"That is correct."

"Yes, but do they come true even if you don't say so?" Interesting tactic - use your sarcasm. he is nice

"Exactly," I admit. I can see him watching me decide what moves to make and what games to play to win or beat me.

“You know, I once did a project on the life cycle of a dandelion,” he told me, pointing to an empty stem in my hand. "Around sophomore year."

I don't think it's written in the script. I scratch my head. No, I can't say anything about it. He reached somewhere behind us and picked something up from the ground. The sound of the stem breaking can be heard quietly. but he quietly caresses his shoes A yellow weed grows on my leg.

"Well, do you know that they are yellow at first? And when the petals fall, the white fluff comes out like the floating seeds?" he asked, examining what he had picked up from the ground. rice field. I nod.

"Look at this... it's kind of in the middle." he held it close to my face so I could see better.

"Yellow petals have disappeared and white petals have appeared, but they are not yet pale enough to fly." He blows on it, but nothing happens. We are so close that I feel his breath on my skin and the heat radiating from his body. He looks me straight in the eye, waiting for something. But His Breath, His Warmth, And His Eyes Decrease My Ability To Think, Speak, Understand Other Than His Breath.

I finally decided to look away. When I didn't answer,

"Yes," he continued.

"Dandelions are pretty hard to find. For this project, we had to find dandelions at every stage of their growth. And you'd be surprised at how rare they are."

I tried to look him in the eye again, but I couldn't stand it for long, so I focused on the dandelion.

"Not very funny, don't you think?" He put his elbows on his knees and let the grass hang between his fingers. I smiled. I actually thought it was kind of funny, but I wouldn't tell him.

"Have a nice time," he said, looking up at the sky. "Yes, it is." I sighed, sorry, apparently he is very good at talking to girls. It's not his fault.

"So what are you doing here?" he asks, and the silence quickly becomes unbearable.

"I'm just waiting for my friend. You?"

"Waiting for a ride - just finished training."

"Caught or something?" I pointed to the bandages wrapped around his knee.

"No, it only works sometimes. But it's good." He looked at me and smiled slowly.

"Okay." I nodded and looked away, careful not to seem too worried about him or anything else.

"Yes," he said, rolling the dandelion tensely between her thumb and her index finger.

"There's a reward, you know that, right?"

"Oh," I say again. "sorry."

"So should I take it?" he asks, still smiling. "It's okay, I just don't want to feel stupid," he laughs. And I want to laugh that he feels like a fool here. Myself I hope he somehow understands that I mean both no and yes. “No, it’s not. "So what is it?"

"I don't know," I mutter. The shape of his mouth looks a little confused whether he should smile or frown. "Are you doing this on purpose? I really can't say. What to do?"

"Let me tell you - I can't give myself a direct answer."

"No, really not. I swear."

His eyebrows are drawn together to form a vertical line down the middle of his forehead. He looks at me with gratitude.

"Forget it," he said finally. "I guess I don't understand you," with a sad, awkward smile and a wave His hand,

"Really forget it."

I hear myself say "yes". Maybe because this is my second chance, my chance to know everything about this boy and girl. "Wait a minute?" He stared at me with a twinkle in his eye.

"So you really say yes?"

I take a deep breath and repeat:

"yes."

"Finally!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air and laughing.

"tomorrow night,are you free? "

"I think so."

He was about to say something else when a car pulled up in the parking lot—a navy blue hearse, no doubt his parents' car. "Sweat, this is my ride. Look." He takes my hand.

"Wait." Retract. "What are you doing?"

"Wait," he says with a laugh.

"Okay, don't kill me. Relax,” he says in a soothing, dreamy way that will make other girls go crazy. He grabbed my finger and put something in my hand. I'm looking down. It's dandelion tea. He stands up and carries the bag over his shoulder.

"Yes, shall we meet after school tomorrow?"

I nod. "Morse," he laughs. "OK."

He gets into a hearse with a woman who is believed to be his mother in his driver's seat. he waved at me I turn around and look behind me. But he waved at me, I could see it in the passenger seat I feel like the seats are cramped. I raise my hand and wave back.

"Do you need a ride in the car?" I hear him ask through the open window. he says no or "Go."

When the car starts moving, take out your plan for the week and open it up. Then carefully place soft white grass inside the bandage and carefully seal between the sides. A commotion is heard on the tennis court. I turn around and look twice. Ella. I stand with my fingers wrapped around the chain link fence and stare at myself.

"Hey!" I call her. But she turns around and starts walking. "Hey!" I get up and run to the gate that leads to the field.

"What are you standing there for?" I shouted and quickly caught her.

"Are you spying on me?"

"No. And I can stand wherever I want." Her expression slowly changed, her upper lip curled in disgust as she crossed her arms and looked me up and down.

"Don't worry about yourself, ella!"

"Wait, what exactly is the problem?"

"No problem," she replied.

"Looks like that." I folded my arms too, trying to calm myself down and look as gorgeous as she did. she approached me as she did on the front steps that day. And if I didn't know her better, maybe she would beat me.

"My name isn't ella," she complains. she left the tennis court without saying a word.