17- How to make your own world

         "Daydreams"

         I love daydreaming. I first observe all that are around me then i daydream of an event or story i can relate to it. That is how i usually get ideas for my stories. 

         I remember one particular assignment on my second year of high school in which we had to make up a short story. i was a t a stump then so i observed my classmates and saw John and his childhood friend Lyndsey talking. I noticed john having a rather dreamy look while looking at Sey. It seemed like he had a crush on her. Then i remembered that he had a girlfirend then and thought to myself 'He already has a girlfriend but he's in love with his childhood friend.' That was where my day dream started.

 

It went like this:

                  How could everything be this complicated in just a short time? Everything was normal before this, but now it’s all messed up! Yes it was complicated since the beginning, what with me being one of the richest kid and most popular male in school and her being the nerdy, quiet type, and not to mention our secret friendship. But for it to lead into this mess? Come on! All I wanted was to be with her!

                 I sat there pretending to listen to my girlfriend as she suddenly walked in. Her raven locks swaying to the breeze that came, her eyes twinkling with delight as they met mine, and her cherry lips turn up a little to secretly smile at me. I nodded towards her, knowing that she would know it as a greeting.

“So what do say, James?” I heard my girlfriend asked.

“Huh?” I said turning towards her, dumbfounded.

“I said, if you wanted to go to my house tonight? No one’s going to be there.”

                “Sorry, Marlene, I promised sweetheart to drive her home today.” I smiled. I tried to make it apologetic but I knew I didn’t look sorry. But she took it anyways. What a stupid girl. I wonder why I even bother to go out with her in the first place.

                “Who is this sweetheart anyways? And is she more important to you than me?” she pouted-an ugly pout at that. I almost rolled my eyes.

                ‘Yeah she is. She’s my best friend since I was in my mom’s womb!’ I thought. “You know I can’t tell you that. And don’t dare make me choose.” ‘cause it won’t be you.’ I added in my head.

                The day went by in a bore. And now I was driving towards our secret lavender field. We found it when we were just six. It was only a garden then but she insisted that we plant more lavender flowers in it and so, it grew the area of the capacity of the place and it became a field. Lavender was her favourite flower and colour and I got to admit, it suits her skin tone and scent.

                I reached the field and got out of the car and walked towards her. She was lying in the middle of the field, looking up at the sky. I sat by her right side and looked up too. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

“Us.” She answered simply.

“What about us?”

“Our friendship.”

“What about our friendship?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I know.” I sighed.

“Sometimes I wish we don’t have to hide it.” She closed her eyes.

“Just a little more and we’ll be able to graduate and shout it to the world.”

“Graduation is still in four months, Terrence.” She complained.

“It’ll come by and go, Katelin.” I assured, though I was also tired of waiting.

                “But it won’t be the same as us being friends in public in high school when we’re in collage, Terce.” She sat up and looked me in the eyes. I could tell that she was crying before I came for her eyes were puffy. And I knew she’s going to break down soon.

“Oh Lin.” I hugged her and she cried in my chest. “Shh, we’ll work this out. Maybe we can ask aunty to let us tell the others at least our other friends.” I comforted.

“You think she’ll say yes?” she looked at me with hopeful, puffy eyes and my breath got caught in my throat. They were so beautiful and tantalizing that I got lost in them. Then my own eyes lingered to her lips. They were so inviting and looked so soft.

“What would you do if I kiss you right now?” I found myself asking my best friend.

And apparently I wasn’t the only one dazed for her answer gave me reason to do as I liked.

“Kiss you back.” And I took her lips.

                It was gentle at first. I savoured her soft, sweet lips and she kissed my own. I then found myself wanting more of it, and it soon became heated and more passionate.

When we parted later on, it was like cold water was thrown onto me.  And I realised what I just did.

I made out with my childhood best friend, and I liked it.

This became the start of my story. 

          Daydreaming is like my own personal safe where I get my stories. It is where i get my worlds.