This is a short story. I got the idea as I played a wonderful song.... (to be revealed soon.)
I gotz no beta, so z'all errorz r on me. (wats up with the z? lol[z])
PS: Sorry about my drawing. Drawn, picture taken, and uploaded onto my comp in a span of about 10 minutes. xD
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He was about to burst. As he stared at his own father, more and more frustration built up inside him. Why couldn’t his father understand? He wants to be a musician, not an engineer. He didn’t have anything against being an engineer—music was just his life.
And then he couldn’t take it anymore. He ran.
He ran beyond town as fast as his legs could carry him, and reached his favorite place. The place for relief. In the tiny forest near his neighborhood, the little tree house.
He sat on the floor, his back leaning against the wall. The scene with his father began to play in his head once again. He quickly shut his eyes in an effort to save his sanity.
And then his hands felt a small craving of the wood. A smiley face. He suddenly recalled the best memories.
His twelve-year-old self ran away, and stumbled upon the treehouse for the first time. It was old, and looked like the wood was about to come apart. And then he saw her.
A girl was trying to climb up.
“Hey! Are you sure that’s safe?!”
She stopped and turned around to face him.
With a smile, she replied, “Yeah! I always go up here!” A slight pause. “You’re that boy from school, aren’t you? The one who sings? Your songs are awesome!”
“You don’t have to lie.”
“I’m not! It’s true!”
He was touched. At least someone appreciates his music. “Thanks.”
“No problemo! It is true!”
“And you’re that girl in school.”
“Yeah, I’m the sad loser.”
“No you aren’t.”
“You don’t have to lie. I know what people think of me. I don’t care anyways.”
“I’m not! It’s true!”
The smile appeared on her delicate, yet toughly brave, face again.”Thanks.”
“No problemo.” he imitated.
They shared a wholehearted laugh.
Shortly, she started to climb again, and this time, managed to successfully accomplish her goal.
Looking down, she asked, “Wanna join?”
“Huh? Uhhh…. Sure.”
Soon, they were both inside the small treehouse. Already, he felt an incredibly pleasant aura blanketing the surroundings.
“It’s nice to be up here, isn’t it? It helps me feel better.”
Can she read my mind? he wondered. “Yeah. But is this really safe?”
“Yeah! It just needs some fixing, is all. When I get older, I am gonna fix it for sure! By myself!” she told him with a confident grin.
“Uhhh…. I can help.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“So you’ll come here more often?”
Though he was unsure of everything else, he knew this was an offer he could refuse. He nodded.
“All right! I’m so glad to have a friend!”
“Me too.”
“Hey… you think you could play your music here some time? I wanna listen to it again! It’s so cool!”
“Sure. I can bring my guitar over some time.” "Sweet!"
Her lips stretched from ear to ear. The vivacity that colored her tone and the eagerness in whole expression was contagious; it spread onto him. His lips stretched from ear to ear too.
And from then on, they spent most of their free time together on that little treehouse. They talked about everything, and he shared his secrets and music to her. Every song, she loved.
But two years later, she suddenly disappeared. He searched everywhere, but it was fruitless. Months later, he heard that she moved to another country. “Somewhere in Europe,” they said.
At first he didn’t understand why. Was it because he was too selfish? Because he always kept rambling on about himself? He still didn’t understand now. And he still missed her.
Inevitably, a tear trickled in his eyes.
A few moments later, he opened them and surprise flooded all over him. He stared in disbelief, gaping.
To be continued…..
(Sorry. I’m so tired right now. But I promise Part II is better!!!!!! ^^ My favorite part! Yay!)