Elysian
550 Words
We've always met under the mango tree since that day. Ryle is well-mannered, albeit arrogant.
Well, at least my summer here is no longer boring.
We always pick mangoes. Because I don't want to go up, he's the only one climbing and tossing. I'm technically the one waiting under the mango tree.
Grandma met him as well, and of course she thought, clearing my voice , he's my boyfriend. But after we explained everything to her, she stopped scolding me.
Lola appears to be even happier with him around as they both make fun of me.
I also discovered that Ryle is not from here because his parents supposedly brought him here for a vacation.
"Ryle, are you from here?" I inquired as I ate a mango.
We'd arrived at our usual place, underneath the mango tree.
"No, this is where my parents took me on vacation," he said as he peeled the mango.
I'm not sure how to peel a mango. Perhaps there wouldn't be anything left of it if I did that.
"So we're in the same boat," I explained.
"Are you on vacation here as well?" he queried.
I gave him a nod.
"Just a minute, I'll go get something," he said as he walked away.
Ryle, Ryle, Ryle. Just a few steps, or I'd tripped. I'm hoping you'll be able to catch me again if I fall.
When he came back, he was holding a guitar. My eyes were gleaming.
"Wow, are you used to playing guitar?" I was awestruck. He smiled and nodded.
He began to strum his guitar. I'm familiar with music, but I'm not sure what it is.
Remember when we first met?
You said "light my cigarette".
So I lied to my mom and dad
I jumped the fence and I ran.
But we couldn't go very far.
'Cause you locked your keys in your car
So you sat and stared at my lips.
And I could already feel your kiss
Because of his attractive appearance, I assumed he was an angel. Because of his voice, he has become a true angel. Oh, my!
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Headlights, on me
Racing to 60, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like
Blue eyes, black jeans
Lighters and candy, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you.
I—I am astounded.
He smiled and asked, "Are you in love with me now?"
Can he read my thoughts? That's what I meant to say, but what came out of my mouth was "Ha-ha, I laughed a lot, did you count how many?" There's no way I'm going to tell him that I am starting to like him.
His philosophical response was, "Is that a lot?"
"More than one is many," I retorted.
I've wanted to be with him every single day since I heard him sing.
I became more enamored with him. His voice has a way of drawing me closer to him.
I'm going to admit it. I kind of like him.
He's a good friend of mine.
But that's only for the time being, because I know my place, my limits. That's all I'm thinking about.
Nothing more.
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