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When we step outside, it’s raining.
Fantastic. Just what I needed to make a bad day a lot worse.
“It’s raining,” she says.
“Yeah. Yes, it is.”
A silence falls. Awkward, when you don’t know what to say.
“So… you have quite a way to go, huh.”
“Yeah. Yes, I do.”
“How long do you take?”
“About thirty minutes, give or take, I guess.”
Just moments ago we played out that dramatic encounter from T.V., the guy blurting out a clumsy ‘I like you’. Except this time the girl retorted with a nonchalant ‘I knew’ and amused chuckle.
I mean, really, I knew being turned down would hurt, but that’s the lousiest way I’d imagined to be turned down.
“I wish I’d brought an umbrella,” she sighs.
“Weather forecast even said it’d be sunny. So much for trusting those guys to get things right.”
“You watch T.V. in the morning?”
“I guess. Dad always watches it over breakfast, so…”
“Oh, yeah. Me mum’s like that, too. I usually eat breakfast up in my room, though.”
Across us, a couple hurries out of the park. The man holds his coat over his girlfriend’s head.
It’s kind of romantic, I guess. Except with all the cussing going around, there’s no way I can think of this as one of those touching moments you read about.
Well, reality and fiction don’t agree anyway. Where’re the meek girls who blush and shyly go ‘okay’ when you confess to them? All I have is a girl who just turned me down like it was nothing.
It makes me want to throttle her and ask her what’s up with that.
“Uh, hey, no hard feelings, right?”
“Huh? Oh, no, no hard feelings.” I lie, there’s no way I’d hate her.
“Ah… heh… heheh… good, I was worried we wouldn’t be friends anymore.”
…
‘Sure’ is about the only thing I can say to that reasonable thought, even though I don’t think it’ll really be possible.
Even if we stayed friends, I’d probably keep looking at you, hoping you’ll one day turn around and realise what an amazing guy I am and how I should be your boyfriend.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should stay friends.
“It feels like we’ll have to wait here forever for the rain to stop.”
“Well, unless you want to brave the rain.”
“I think I’ll just chance it. I’ll take a nice warm shower when I get home.”
“Heh.”
She looks at me, as if inviting me to come along. But I already know we’ll go separate ways. The times we clung together have ended today.
“I’ll wait out the rain here.”
“All right,” she smiles, “see you tomorrow.”
She dashes out, cowering.
Goodbye, my first love.
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