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Chapter 7
Saturday, March 21, 2009 @ 10:38 AM
7. Affection growsAffections are like lightning; you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.
Adaptation was my middle name.
In the beginning, I felt like a fish out of water. On land, it was a lot heavier. There was not the light-weighted ambience I was used to. The medium here was air and made it dry and uncomfortable. I could not even float around like I wanted to. What was more, I had toes; Ten stubby little meatballs that grew peculiarly from my feet. Ha. How I enjoyed wriggling them.
Here, dawn and dusk loomed day after day; each taking turns to reign. As the days passed, I felt myself growing attached to Marine sands.
I loved the feel of the salty sea breezes whipping my hair back; I loved the smell of the sand and rain, blowing rapidly at times; I loved surfing, something I had not known existed after living in the sea for years. It was an invention some genius human had created. Riding a wave with your legs placed on a board. It was as close to that of riding a tidal wave when I was a mermaid, a sport I had enjoyed then. The induced ‘high’ I got from surfing was thrilling and I felt so much back at home.
I loved the carefree and laidback life. It was then, I knew, I had took my very first step; not as a mermaid, but a human.
“Are you going to have those?” Ray’s eyes dipped to the food sitting in front of me. I had yet to lay a finger on the disgusting dish he had termed ‘sumptuous’.
“Not likely.” I heaved, my pitch suggesting distaste as I thrust the revolting plate at him.
“What’s on your menu then? Not us, I suppose?” he raised warily.
“Ha ha. Don’t compliment yourself. You’re not that appealing,” I retorted unpleasantly.
“What could be more appealing than me?” he asked teasingly.
I chose to ignore that.
“Skip my diet. You shouldn’t bother about what fills my tummy,” I replied frostily.
“Okay. We have time,” was his careless reply.
I knew my reaction had hurt him.
As he chewed away on a lengthy, yellowish, mushy stick called the ‘fry’, I tried again, this time not as harsh.
“I have little tolerance for meat-eaters,” I said quietly.
“It isn’t much of a surprise that you would be so sensitive on this issue,” he said thoughtfully.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“I take you’re a vegetarian?”
I stared at him blankly, uncomprehending.
What was a vegetarian?
“Vegetarian? Does that equate to a ‘herbivore’?” I quizzed.
“Yeah, it does.”
I nodded positively. At least, we were heading somewhere. The human language was not as simple as I thought. They had the tendency to use quaint phrases.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he gleamed as he vowed. The pearly whites flashed enticingly at me. Once again, my brain dwindled to a crawl. My eyes were glued to his face. The brilliance in just that tiny beam was simply mind-blowing.
“It’s time,” he reminded me as he stood up, interrupting my stupor.
What time? Was he about to make a confession? Did he felt like it was time? It took me a full whole minute before I realize what he was referring to.
Oh, right, lessons.
I flustered as he looked at me in amusement. It ticked me that he thought my confusion was funny.
He could so easily control my mind, I considered agitatedly.
As I plodded sluggishly beside him, I felt the full weight of reluctance. I had taken a momentary look at the timetable right before attending school. My photographic memory instantly kicked in and my heart sank as I realized what had been clearly stated.
My next lesson was history. It meant a whole full period all on my own. Ray was unfortunately, taking geography. I sighed as I skimmed his profile. He appeared composed whereas my insides were churning with unwillingness.
How could he be so nonchalant? I thought gloomily. It was heartrending to know I was just one of the ‘many’ girls around him.
I was just
The-Girl-Next-Door, huh? He was only a human, yet I found it so disheartening to mean so little to him. I felt like a total loser. To be so depressed over a human was such a malfunction; it was a mermaid catastrophe.
Feeling lousy, my irritability was cut short.
“Will you be free after school?”
After school? If I gave my daily surfing trip a miss, I would be, probably. Startled, I looked up at him. His question had rendered me speechless. He wanted to spend time with me!
Looking at me, uncertain, he ruffled his hair, waiting, as I hesitated.
He looked unsure, insecure even. Yet, he eyed me steadily, as if expecting a?
My resolution wavered. When I was little, my mother’s demise had made me vow never to comply with humans. Yet, this was different. Our relationship depended on my decision. We had come to a crossroad, and it was the decisive moment. It was the turning point, one in which I still had time to bend and veer away.
As I looked into his eyes, my resolve faltered. I could see myself reflected in his eyes. My expression was glassy, yet it mirrored his. I could see below that mask, his eyes resonated a deep longing; a tune of wanting, waiting at long last, and I knew, at that moment, my feelings echoed his.
“Yes, I will be.” I said without regretting when I saw the huge grin spread across his face. His joy was contagious and I smiled stupidly back.
One second, I was miserable. The next second, I was all smiles.
I sighed. He played such a major role in dictating my mood. In fact, he could forecast it.
Whatever makes him happy, I thought.
It was worth it.
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