| Fan Fiction |
by Ruwee \:D/
It all started with the carnival. It’s where we met; it’s where we got to know each other better. Every year, I’d visit her on the month of December, because our carnival once in a while jumps off from city to city. And every December, it just so happens that we yearly stop at Pingtung, China in Taiwan where she lives.
Let me start stating facts why I like this girl…
And maybe it’s because of her androgynous attitude and features that I’m quite amused about her. She’s unique. She has the perfect curves that she usually hides. We get along very well, whenever she tags along to wherever I go. I love her laugh, that’s one of the things I’ll never forget about her. And once she’d start doing so, in a series of minutes, she’d end up in hiccups without me even knowing why. She’s fun to be with; very playful, indeed. The last time I checked, I piggybacked her from the carnival up to her house and she didn’t care even if I was suffering already just because I lost in the game of rock, paper, and scissors. She can be very suave and very feminine at the same time and it’s up to you how you imagine that.
It’s just that everything about her is perfect. I know I’m kind of like talking Alien love language, but I think this is how it goes for people who are in love with who they think is their other half.
Not to forget, she’s a musician. She doesn’t have an official band that you could call or label her, but she’s very talented. She mailed to me a song a few months ago entitled “Right from the Start” and she was bragging to me how she just did it in 30 minutes. The package was complete. It contained a CD with a couple songs in it, but what hit me most was that song, because it’s like I could feel that she’s actually dedicating it to me. The rest were entitled “Ferris Wheel”, “Hopeless”, “Second Chances Don’t Mean A Thing”, and so on.
We rarely fought. Ever since the day we met, we never did. Maybe just those little immature arguments when we were little, because we failed to understand each other’s feelings and life that we’re going through with.
It’s been a while now since we knew each other. It’s been a while since I started feeling this way towards her. It’s been a while since I’ve declared to my heart that there’s only one woman I’d love and that is her, Ella Chen. Regardless of our economic status in life, I have learned to love her in a short span of time. Even before I knew she was rich, I knew she was the one. Only that I’m thinking twice whether I’d give her a series of fortunate events if ever there’s a chance for me and Ella.
Now, only I can wait if she tells me she loves me or never will. I’m coward, yes, and I hate myself for that. No matter how many times I tell myself that I’d do this and that, I can never and never will I succeed. At least, that’s what I think.
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I put on my best outfit on the Sunday morning of the 23rd of December. I pulled out the outfit that Ella’s mom gave me as an advanced Christmas present and examined it carefully. It’s a white shirt, beige pants, rubber shoes with white string laces and an orange belt. To top it all off, a green scarf with random letters on it outstood the outfit.
I went outside the carnival and hid behind a small post just beside the main entrance gates. I was waiting for Ella and I wanted to surprise her of what I was wearing today. Finally, I won’t look like his bodyguard; I won’t look as if I’m just her friend. Indeed, I would look like someone who maybe paired to her in the near future. I would look like her boyfriend, indeed. Even though I knew that I still am not. Or well, would we ever be? I asked myself and glance back at the main entrance gates just to see a sight for sore eyes.
She’s there! My ears wriggled and I crinkled my nose before sneaking up behind her back and pushing her through the carnival.
She was surprised, although her back was still relaxed. She did not need to look back to see who just pushed her through the carnival for I knew that she knew that it was me and no one else. I spun her around gently, wanting to be facing me. She stared at me for a couple of minutes, examining my outfit.
“Where’d you get that?” She pointed to my outfit, with a small smile on her face.
“Erm…” I paused for a bit, trying to think of what to say as she waited patiently until I spoke again, “Your mom got me this as a gift.”
She smiled, wider this time. And I don’t know why.
“Look…” She paused and found the ground utterly amusing right at this moment. She lifted her head up again, just to meet my hazel brown orbs, as I neared my face to hers. She stomped at my foot for the hundredth time that we knew each other. Perhaps, she was shocked, I thought.
“Ow,” I glared at her and jumped with one foot continuously. She just stood there, laughing her ass of and didn’t even dare to help me out with my current situation. I wasn’t some kind of show, I know, but why does she always bully me when in reality it’s usually that the boys bully the girls?
And then she stopped, a serious facial expression forming on her face, “I have something to tell you.” She looked too serious, and I stopped whining in pain, stopped jumping on one foot as I look seriously back at her as well.
“You seem serious. What is it about?” I asked her, messing up her short, messy, raven-black hair.
“Accompany me to the Ferris Wheel, yeah?” She ignored my question and back and forth massaged her forehead down to her jaws.
“I’ll just get us tickets from my uncle,” I chimed, running to my uncle Tony who is managing the Ferris wheel ride. Believe me, we weren’t really family or even blood related. It just so happens that every one of us in the carnival treats each one as family that it’s hard to believe that we’re not.
So, we rode up and up the Ferris wheel ride until we reached the topmost and then down once again. We were sitting across each other. The ride was so quiet, neither one of us spoke a single word to each other. I could only look at her and she could only look back, both of us not knowing what to start with and what to talk about as a possible conversational topic that wouldn’t get us feeling uneasy towards one another.
“So…” She paused, sighed and continued, “I just want to tell you that I…” She gritted her teeth, she looked sideways to somewhere in particular, bit her lower lip and shut her eyes close. She looked utterly uneasy as she shook me a couple of times and looked at me straight in the eyes. She was nodding in hesitation, and then kissed me—kissed me—kissed me. In a couple of minutes that she initiated the kiss, she broke off the kiss and shouted down to Uncle Tony, “Let me down!” She stood up from her seat, her head hitting the metal bars up the Ferris wheel.
I was uncontrollably holding her back, knowing that she still was trying to keep herself sane.
The people that were riding lower and upper than us were looking at her, like she was someone crazy, but she didn’t care and I didn’t too. All I could care about now is how she was acting. And why was she like this? I asked myself. Why couldn’t she just let me speak up first?
“Stop it, Elle!” I shouted, gripped on her hands and pulled her down onto my lap. She tried with all her might for me let go of her, but it won’t work. I was too strong; I was too strong indeed that she couldn’t possibly fight back.
And I think Tony didn’t hear what she just said, because the ride didn’t stop. Once we reached the lowest part the Ferris wheel ride could ever, the ride went round and round once again as if it were giving us more time to talk things over.
“Just tell me what you feel for me and I’m sure it’ll all work out the way you want the outcome of things to happen,” I assured her and pressed my forehead on her back.
“I love you,” Those three words escaped her mouth. My eyes shot out wide and she cupped her mouth in an instant when she realized what she just said. “No, I mean…” She paused and cried as her hands found its way to cup her face, because of all the embarrassment, perhaps.
I held onto her hands, I held them for a while and then placed it back to its original place. I sat her beside me, unwilling to let go of her hand. I swiped the tears away that were forming right at the corner of her eyes and cupped her supple cheek with my free hand. “If that’s the way that it should be…” I paused and licked my lips for a second, “I love you more and you alone…” It sounded cliché, yes! Although I know that by saying this, I’d be free from the burden of the feelings I actually felt for her. “…ever since the day I met you, I knew you were the one.”
And even though I didn’t hear further sentences, words and paragraphs out of her mouth, I took over her pair of lips and pressed mine unto hers. Claiming it as if it was already mine, she’s mine and I’m hers.
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12082008
@ 6:52 PM
Philippines
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