Love is not only Romance

Chapter 8

We always forget about the Tuesdays of life. The days where the bad things aren't so bad and the good things swim along the surface. Tuesdays are slept on.

We had a free day. The teachers were all busy, so no one had classes. I was rather unfit, so I slid myself into an open classroom and wrote poetry and caught up on the novel I was reading. For this moment, I was at peace. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was right either. Everything was okay.

Elle found me and she managed to make it seem as if the classroom was filled with kids. She jumped around the room and wrote on the board all while telling me about Tyler and her current conspiracy theories. Out of pure nature, I entertained her with my sarcasm.

“Can you believe him?”She would scream out.

“Wait? So, he did the exact same thing that he did the last time? I wish we could have seen this coming” My voice held a surprised element to add to the obvious tone

“I know righ- wait. I hate you. I'm having a breakdown here and you're all gassed up on your stupid sarcasm” She accused me. To be fair, I did warn her when she told me her plan of talking to him. I told her that he wasn't going to take her seriously because he was simply an i***t. As you can probably tell, she didn't listen.

This is how we spent the next hour or so. She ranted about Tyler and my sarcasm and the girl Tyler was talking to and me not taking her seriously. While I amused myself with her irrational mentions of how she doesn't need a guy to be happy, but she doesn't mind getting attention. Of course, I understood her, but I will never give her the satisfaction of not getting witty comments from me.

Once the room got too claustrophobic for her, Elle convinced me to walk around with her. I, of course, grumbled and moaned about the thought of exercise but knew that she wouldn't give me any other choice. We walked every inch of the school. I ranted about how One Direction will return after 18 months and how I can't wait. She told me that One Direction is a gay band and how she has no idea why I have hope for them. And I, like any other directioner, swore her like a sailor

We spoke about Alice in Wonderland. She was in love with it. I've never watched it. the only knowledge I had about it was from Melanie Martinez, thanks to her song Mad Hatter. She was utterly outraged. I would fairly so, because when I saw the movie, later on, I was outraged at myself too.

We went home happy that day. We were on the phone with each other an hour later. We spoke while we judged people on i********:. We laughed about the latest gossip of our school.

If ever we wondered what being a teenager was about, we would think back to this day.

This Tuesday of our life.