2.4 | GRASSY FIELDS
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(2.4) j u d i t h
I SAW SIMON THIS MORNING and he was willing to talk to me for a few minutes. He didn't stutter as much when I first met him, but he still looked a bit panicked when I called out to him.
His ivory skin got tanner over the weekend, more freckles were spread across his face. His plump cheeks rose as he smiled, his hazel eyes glistened along. I noticed he tried to push away a few loose curls from his eyes repeatedly as he would listen to me speak. I did ask him about that, he just waved me off.
It was funny how he thought my name was Jermaine. He laughed when I told him he was wrong.
His delightful personality reminded me of something warmer than the feeling of home. I have no idea why, but everything just seemed nice. He did promise to sit with me during lunch break, which I agreed without a doubt.
I wonder if he has something deeper in him hiding under his sugar-coated persona. I strongly believe he does.
. . .
We sat together behind the main building during recess. I forgot to buy food for myself earlier, so he offered to share his sandwich with me. Simon tore his sandwich into parts of two, both halves were clearly uneven. I didn't say a word until he extended his hand to me, giving me the bigger half.
"I'll take the other one."
He looked at me questionably, still hesitant in giving me the smaller half.
"No, you're taking this one. It has more peanut butter."
I know he wasn't going to give up that easily.
"It's fine, I'm not a big eater." After listening to me, he finally took the bigger piece for himself, but it started to look like he felt guilty. I felt kind of bad when I looked at his face, he ate without saying a word.
But the silence didn't last for too long. We then spoke a few times and laughed a few too.
He isn't the chattiest person out there but he wasn't the quietest too. He was balanced, equal in scale. Yet not quite to perfection.
I felt content sitting next to him. It was those rare feelings of satisfaction that comes quietly, tiptoed, but those are the feelings that bring the greatest differences.
For once I felt happy, the dark clouds coming didn't seem to bother me anymore.
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