I shouldn't have spoken to him, but I hadn't expected that I'll see him there as well. Standing; he's like a tower of intimidating size, but nevertheless, silent and all alone within the depths of the ocean; wearing nothing but a towel that he had strung from his waist. He looked at me, startled yet he didn't appear to be antagonizing my entry. It's just plain shock; probably surprised that I'm still here; or frightened about the idea of me, tailgating him.
"I'm sorry," I scratched the back of my head; cheeks turning beet, and my eyes glazing the ground a good stare. "I don't mean to scare you."
First, I hadn't had any idea that he would be here; he was usually staring at the sea with a blank look, he was draining the sea with his soulless blue eyes and flushing the remnants of what he had uncovered there. He was always silent that I had no memories of him participating to any of our gung ho escapade. He was a shadow among the bright light; the flightless among the high-flyers; the one descending on the sea when everyone's floating without a problem.
"You didn't scare me." he said, wearing a pair of white undies. He hadn't taken the towel off, but I did nothing as if to stare at awe. Was it shamelessness or boldness we're talking about here? He was flatly looking at me now, a small blush was plastered on his porcelain-like cheeks; even with all the sun and salt-water his skin was exposed. "It's more like I scare you..., Marquez, right?
Second, I don't see anything that's remotely despicable towards this guy. He seemed to be an easy person to talk to; he didn't behave like a total dick as well. If there's a word to describe him, he's probably elusive; an elusive piece of happiness, because being the reason for him to smile was an achievement I deemed worth celebrating; an elusive person to befriend. He approached me worriedly, his stature might be incomparable to mine but he was able to keep his stride confidently. He might be laconic, but there's a haughty air of confidence circulating in him; an elusive person to be played.
"Well, a little but I just wanted to ask if you'll be busy tomorrow."
"Huh? That's a pretty rare question to be asked on me, but I may or may not depending on my time."
"So, you're not?" I said, grinning; changing the abashed expression to the usual brow-quirking, arm-crossing, and smirking that I usually sport. "Awesome! It's just that I have a proposition to you."
"Really? Where's it related? I think I can find time if it's important." he said.
"Well, it's about me." I leant forward to his body, meeting him face-to-face. "Will you go out with me?"
He took his time to react, feigning reticent that seemed to have turn him off in the most unexpected way, but how should I approach him? Most of the boys in our club said that Nick was batting for the other team--- in other words romantically declined to women, but I wasn't really sure; how would I? What if he's not?! Geez! Why am I realizing this mistake now?
But as I was internally panicking, his balled fist took a swift motion to cover his lips, giggling in the slightest of manner; never the offended nor the aggravated.
"I don't mind, but you don't really need to fear a lot." the blemishless face was starting to gain light, and I didn't seem to mind how he was very easy to accept my proposition. "Though, if by means you were able to last 'til next Monday. Ask me out again, would that be fine?"
"I wouldn't mind dating you everyday." I said, and surprisingly, it bubbled pleasantly. Not like any of the carbonated that goes with a 'pop' but silently losing soul. It's more of a champagne-like bubbling, that as the cork flew off, the contents came with it. Spilling what's necessarily be there to prove truthfulness. And I should be tricking him?! Just great, why am I? Just really. . . What came adrift to this make-believe?
He laughed, his cheeks were bright red and his eyes were wide blue. "That might turn Tautology to me weekly if you continue being sappy."
"Well, a real man turns sappy in the phases of love."
"and as the sap kept on running, the man runs dry just the same way."
Lastly, if I'm the one to feel pain in this kind of joke. I wouldn't have uttered a single word nor allowed myself to witness that same blushing face. He's the kind of trouble you would avoid; a mental and emotional trouble. He paralyzed my mind with his thoughts and broke my heart with his memories. He's the worst yet the best trouble I'll consider myself be torned and lifted if it means being with him.
Well, a real man turned sappy in the phases of love.