章 7: George, you asshole!
"Even when I sing
Even when I walk the streets
I'm filled with thoughts of you"
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"Kyle," aunt called me with a worried expression when I lazed around all afternoon with a book in my hands. I put down my book and looked at my aunt.
"Aunt, what happened?" I asked.
"There was this man that kept looking at this house since a few hours ago. He kept walking back and forth in front of the house, aunt scared that he has an ulterior motive," aunt said worriedly.
"I'll go check it out," I said then I took my coat.
"Be careful," aunt said. I nodded then walked outside.
I observed that man's movement from afar before I walked closer to him. The man indeed looked suspicious, with a thick scarf and trapper hat that almost covered half of his face. I walked slowly so I don't startle him. When I got into three to four meters away from him, I stopped.
"You.... Why are you here?" I blinked my eyes. I'm not hallucinating, right? That man happened to be the man that had been constantly bugging my mind.
That man, George only gave me a silly smile. I was so shocked I couldn't get a word out. I blinked my eyes again. It really is George! He is really here! Suddenly, the boiling rage erupted like a volcano in my heart. I walked towards him in large strides and punched him. I huffed and puffed, feeling indignant.
George, feeling wronged, can only frown, he was actually bewildered because he does not think he deserved that punch. However, looking at me that glared menacingly at him, he forced a smiled at me and even started to coax me.
"Kyle, why did you punch me? Are you angry? Look, I brought your favorite sandwich, I made it myself, with a lot of cheese! You like it, don't you?"
I glared at him. "George, you asshole! Why are you here? Where were you all these days?" I asked angrily, disregarding the box of sandwiches on George's hand.
George looked baffled, his mouth opened and closed. At last, he spoke with embarrassed expression, "Kyle, are you angry because I haven't called you? I'm sorry, I.. when I was on the way from the bus stop that day, I planned to call you right away, but because I was not paying attention, I stumbled then the paper somehow fell into the puddle of water."
This time I was the one who was speechless. I almost wanted to spill out curse words right now, but somehow the words got stuck in my throat.
"Uh... you.. " I choked, I did not even know what to say for a while. My surging anger gone with the wind. That was truly too embarrassing.
"But.. how do you know that I am here? I mean, how do you get here?" I asked him with bewilderment clearly written on my face. George blinked his eyes.
"Eh? You told me your aunt address, of course I could easily come here," he said with innocent expression. I looked at him suspiciously while thinking in my heart, "Did I really tell George? I don't remember ever telling him, do I remembered it wrong?"
I thought perhaps that was indeed the case, so I did not want to pursue the matter anymore. I coughed my dry throat and said magnanimously, "Since you came here out of nowhere on this cold day, I forgive you."
George gave me a dazzling smile. Ah, I almost forgot how dazzlingly beautiful his smile was. It was very bright and made you unable to see properly for a short time. Love was like such. Sometimes a mile of mistakes can be forgiven with one smile. I sighed in my heart, feeling defeated. I can't help but thought how weak my heart was in front of George.
I stretched my right hand but George looked at me confusedly for a brief moment before he also stretched his right hand to hold mine. I stared at him dumbly.
"Uh.. not this, I mean, give me the sandwich, you said you made it for me," I stuttered with cheeks flushed red. Even if I felt embarrassed, but who could refuse the temptation of a tasty sandwich filled with cheese, right??
George grinned. "Of course, here, all for you."
"Thank you. Want to come in to my aunt's house? It's so cold here, " I looked at George's lips that turned slightly pale blue color. I worried that he would get frostbite if we stay here longer.
We got into the house, then I explained to aunt that this man is George, not some suspicious man. Aunt looked at me with a meaningful look. I acted as if I didn't see her look. Aunt then gave a warm smile to George, "Come, don't be shy, just act like in your own home."
Aunt then made a pot of tea before she left both of us in the living room to talk.
We talked about what we did for the past 2 weeks. George said that he only stayed at home while painting. He said he was bored to death doing nothing, so he decided to make a bunch of painting. He excitedly told me that he made a new instagroom account and posted some of his new work there.
"I said I would show you some of my work, too bad we haven't get the chance to, but now you can check it on my account here. Come on follow my account, look I got 100k followers now," he said proudly. I can almost see his nose grew one inch taller.
I followed his account and checked one of the posts. I didn't know how to evaluate George's painting. All I could say was, the painting was almost chaotic. The stroke lines were bold. The colors were vivid and striking. The painting was all in bright oils but somehow it gave me a dark feeling.
All of his works were like this. It gave me a strange feeling, sometimes it even creeps me up a little. George mainly used red and black in most of his works. Some were just too abstract. Some were like a jumbled mess of a paint. Maybe he just liked abstract and dark themed art?
Maybe it was because I didn't know anything about art, so I can't judge George's painting. I didn't know whether it was a good one or bad one. I peeked at him from the corner of my eyes. George was looking at me with eager expression. I smiled at him and gave empty praises. I tried my best to praise his works.
When he heard my praises, George smiled until his eyes turned into a crescent. The way his eyes curved were so beautiful. I always thought that his eyes were bewitching, it made me lost myself in his eyes. They glistened brightly, like the hottest fire that burned blue.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, a slight crack in his voice.
I smiled slightly. "Because you are the most beautiful thing that I know."
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Falling_Star Cheesy Kyle xP
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I write love story eventho i hate reading romance novel, so sorry if sometimes the story doesn't make any sense to you, I lack the skills and experiences x(
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