Zephyr
1000 Words
Whenever we went to our hang out place, he was playing the guitar. I rushed over there, my eyes seemed to be sparkling. I'm overjoyed, and I can't help it.
I told him, "You’re early, huh?"
"It's just that you're late," he said, bored.
"I had no idea there was a time limit." I sneered at him sarcastically.
"Oh? Why did you claim I was early?" He also sarcastically responded.
He's correct. I'm embarrassed. He was giggling with delight.
"Hmp, just sing for me." How many times have I done something like this?
Really, Charity? You are obviously flirting. Hope he does not notice.
He has already begun to play the guitar, and started singing.
Ooh girl, you're shining.
Like a 5th avenue diamond
And they don't make you like they used to
You never going out of style.
Woah! He never ceases to be awe-inspiring.
You know, like—he’s good at this.
Ooh pretty baby
This world might've gone crazy
The way you save me
Who can blame me
When I just wanna make you smile?
Yeah. And you get it perfectly. You made me smile, and I appreciate it. Every minute—or second—of the day. Sheesh, I'm going crazy.
Rather, I'm smitten by him.
As I was listening to him sing, I thought to myself, "Isn't it enough that you're attractive? Do you also have to be talented?" I might fall deeply— I don't know how to control it!
You're over my head.
I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
One of a kind, living in a world gone
plastic
Baby, you're so classic.
Baby, you're so classic.
Baby you,
Baby, you're so classic.
Yeah. I'm classic. And I'm your baby.
Oh crap! What am I saying?
I focused solely on his guitar. That's right, just look there. Take a break from staring at his gorgeous face.
He urged me to go for a walk when he finished singing.
Since he invited me, I consented. You'd think I'd be able to refuse him? Nah.
He says, "Let's play."
"What? I don't want to play hide and seek," I said. What was he thinking?
He irritatedly answered, "It's difficult for you to let me finish speaking before you answer, huh?"
"What game is it, then?" I asked. "Continue," I urged him. Hot-headed angel.
"Five Questions," he said, and he slowed down.
"Isn't that supposed to be 20 questions?" I pondered. Honestly, I'm sure it's 20.
"I only want five," he said in a bored tone.
This guy is a jerk! Be glad that I have a crush on you or else—
I said, "All right, you go first."
He said, "What is your whole name?"
His question's was a bore! I was expecting him to inquire if I had a boyfriend. Lol.
"Charity Sandoval," I said in a bored voice.
"How about you?" I asked him in return.
He replied, "Ryle Kyle De Silva."
Hmmm. De Silva, Charity. Does it match? Yikes, scratch that thought. Assume I didn't think of it.
Breathe deeply and exhale slowly, Charity. Get your acts together!
"Haha, where did they get your name?" Ryle and Kyle both sounded the same. Cool.
"I don't know where they got it, to answer your second question," he said, smirking.
"You— That doesn't count!" I pouted.
"That's counted. Two down, three to go," he patted my head.
"That's counted. Two down, three to go," he patted my head. He's a master of deception. I can't believe him.
His irritated inquiry was, "What's your height? Haha." I wanted to beat him.
Then I said, "I'm not sure. Maybe 5'2? I don't really care." irritated.
Yes! If it's short, it's short. He's simply a lot taller than the rest of us.
I'm not going to enquire about his height. He's close to being a six-footer.
I asked him, smiling, "What animals are you afraid of? Or animals you don't like?" Huh!
"I'm not afraid of any animals," he said. He's trying to trick me. I know how to spot liars, Ryle.
"Okaaaay." I pretended to believe him.
He inquired, "Do you have a pet?"
It's a sad response to say "None, I'm not sure I'm capable of taking care of them." My next question was, "How about you? Do you have pets?"
He says, "I have a cat."
That's really cute. He's a cat person . Utterly adorable.
My melancholy reply was, "Oh, I've always wanted a cat, but Mom won't let me have one."
And he seems hesitant to ask: "What's your favorite cuisine, or the one you always crave when you're hungry?"
My response was, "Anything sweet or pastry." I have a constant need for chocolates. Yummy.
I also inquired, "How about you? What's your favorite?" It's as though I'm always asking him the same thing.
His simple response was "Chichow."
"What's that?" I'm not sure what that is. Is it a Chinese cuisine?
"Don't you realize it's street food?" he inquired. After that, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. I only know about fishballs and squidballs.
He adds, "Okay. Save my last question for later. I'll think about it." What's the matter with him? Why won't he ask if I have a boyfriend? I'll willingly answer 'None'.
But hold on... Is he in a relationship? I'm going to ask him that.
"Ryl —- a frog!" I said as the large frog emerged out of nowhere.
"WHERE? Where the heck is that frog?" he shouted while jumping and looking at the ground.
And I was thinking...
"There's nothing to be terrified of, huh? Nothing? Kokak kokak!" I burst out laughing. The way he reacted is absolutely funny!
He abruptly exited.
"Hey Ryle. Wait! I was just kidding." I said, laughing as he walked away from me.
Ryle was also unavailable for a few days. He's gone for three days. I kinda miss him. He was too wounded for my teasing.
- Writer
