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Serenity is a rare feeling. Not many people get to experience such a purity in their life. A time when they don’t have to worry about anything and the world seems to move with them. When the waves of the ocean become their tears and the hot magma of the earth becomes their burning hearts. A time when your mind becomes blank and you can only focus on the feeling of the world, making its slow orbit around our vast solar system. As for me, I’m one of those few.
I was anxious and giddy. Which I wasn’t keen on because I had a panic disorder as it was. But I had been waiting for this moment for such a long time. The cool summer breeze helped cool my nervous fever as I looked at the phone in my hand.
“I’ve never actually seen a meteor shower before.” I pressed send and started to pace. It was almost ten o’clock.
My phone pinged and I let out a surprised squee as I clicked it on with shaky hands.
“ havent either i’m really pumped though”
He always typed so strangely, but it made me smile. In a way it was kind of cool that he had his own style.
“So…are you ready for this?” I pressed the touch screen again and bounced on the ball of my sneaker clad feet. I was about to hear my best friends voice for the first time.
“totally"
Taking a deep breath, I pressed call and held the phone to my ear. I became more and more fearful. I could feel the knot in my stomach tighten and coil, making me feel queasy and sick. It kept ringing. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. Maybe he wasn’t really my friend. Maybe- “H-Hello?”
I blushed softly at his voice. Regardless of how it quivered, it was smooth as honey. The kind of voice that you could tell would create wonderful lullabies. He had the kind of golden tone that could be listened to for hours. Now, more than ever,
I wished he was here.
“H-Hey!” My own voice croaked and I inwardly winced at the horrid tone that had emerged from my throat.
“Wow…It’s great to hear your voice…it’s beautiful by the way.” I could almost feel him blushing through the phone. And even though I didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him, I felt my own face and ears warm up.
“N-Not really…I’m pretty gross…” I answered him honestly.
He sounded shocked. “That’s not true! I’ve seen pictures of you and you’re beautiful…”
Red splashed across my cheeks at his compliment. “H-Hey I’ve seen pictures of myself too and they are far from beautiful!”
He merely chuckled. “Oh (Name), you’re so blind.”
I smiled. Regardless of what I thought of myself or how bad I felt, he was always there to cheer me up. “So how’s the weather in Texas?”
“Well…it’s Texas.”
“Thank you for clearing that up genius. I totally didn’t know Texas was Texas. Allow me to go study my fourth grade geography and get back to you when I know my states.” I laughed silently at myself as I paced on my porch.
A laugh reverberated through the phone. “You’re just as sarcastic in real life aren’t you?”
“Heh yeah….” My voice trailed up as I looked up at the sky. It was strange to think that he was so far away yet looking up at the same sky that I was. And honestly, it hurt. To think that we could share something as vast as the sky but not something as small as a hug. It hurt bad.
“So…” His voice was quiet. “Has it started yet?”
I looked at my clock. “Any minute now…” I sat in my fold up chair and grunted with distaste. “I wish I was in a better place to see them.” The unappealing trailer park made my nose wrinkle with disgust. We were in between houses at the time and had to rent a cheap one before we could move into a nicer one. The sickly yellowish glow of the street lamps flickered on the damp pavement. I always liked the rain but I was happy when the clouds had cleared before nightfall. At least on this particular date.
I frowned at the sky. “Maybe I got the wrong da-“
And as if the gods above wanted to prove me wrong, the second I spoke, a pink tailed comet darted across the sky.
“OH! Oh I saw one!!!” I started to wiggle with excitement.
I heard a gasp on the other line. “Where?! Oh damn I missed it!”
I giggled as he grumbled bad temperedly. “Well then sit down a look up.
After watching the stars for at least two hours, laughing and exchanging stories I heard a bang. “What the hell did you do Dave?”
“Um…” He got quiet.
“Daaaave.” I drew out his name in an excusing tone.
“Uh…I hit my garbage can with a sword.”
I sat in a confused and stunned silence. I was aware of my dork’s affinity for weapons but when in all heck did he get a sword?
”Dave we’ve had this talk. If you want to play with your weapons you do it away from literally everything.”
I could feel him smile. “Yeah yeah whatev-. Oh my god I think there’s a dead cat.”
“Oh no….god that’s so sad.” I frowned and was honestly upset until he laughed.
“Nevermind it’s asleep. I’m going to touch it.”
“Ew! Hey I’m all for animals but that thing could be carrying something.”
“Nah man it’s fine. Oh no it’s running away! No let me love you!” I could hear the slap of sneakers on pavement and I started to laugh at the thought of him chasing down a cat in the middle of the night.
As he admitted defeat and started to walk back to his house, I looked up to see two more shooting stars streak across the sky. One sapphire and one amethyst violet.
Our birthstone colors.
“Dave two more just went by.”
He gasped. “Damnit I missed it again?! You know what? I am going to sit on top of this hill and stare at the sky all freaking night.”
I heard him plop down and we rambled into stories about go cart crashes, annoying siblings the fact that I can’t ride a bike.
But all at once, a silence fell between us as I laid on the grass. In this moment, we didn’t need words. Words wouldn’t have been enough to explain what either of us felt in that moment. And as I extended my hand to the empty grass beside me, I knew he was doing the same. And in that moment, the empty air in my hand was so much more than that. It was hope. The heat in my hand wasn’t like the grotesque humidity that hung in the air. It wasn’t burning hot and it wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt. I smiled. The first real smile in a long time. It graced my lips and it didn’t fade. The hope pulsed from my hand throughout my whole body. The hope that I could actually experience this with him one day. Not many people know that hope isn’t as good as it’s advertised. It comes in a pretty golden wrapped box with a bow on top covered in little bells whistles, but the paper is cheap and thin, the bow is lopsided and the little trinkets are busted beyond belief. In short, it looks nice until you squint your eyes. Because with hope comes the falsity of it. The naivety that believing anything is possible. And while you’re on cloud nine for a while, reality shocks you back, reminding you that it’s more than impossible to sit on any sort of cloud no matter how high on the numerical scale it is because clouds are nothing more than condensed water vapor which could never hold any sort of weight but its own.
And when that happens, it’s the worst feeling in the world.
“Dave…..I love you.” Tears filled my eyes as I said it, but I continued to smile. It didn’t make sense but nothing ever does really.
“I love you too (Name)…” Every ounce of emotion we felt for each other hit me like a ton of bricks, knocking me off that figurative cloud.
And I started to cry.
And I cried until I had nothing left to cry about as my world came crashing down. And hearing him crying with me only increased my level of pain on dolorimeter.
My time of pure bliss and happiness was gone and I was back to my normal life. I was back to what I experienced every single day of my life. And as I laid in bed that night, after goodbyes were said and the stars had ceased their brilliant shower, I couldn’t help but cry myself to sleep. My serendipity had gone as fast as the shooting stars that created it.
I was anxious and giddy. Which I wasn’t keen on because I had a panic disorder as it was. But I had been waiting for this moment for such a long time. The cool summer breeze helped cool my nervous fever as I looked at the phone in my hand.
“I’ve never actually seen a meteor shower before.” I pressed send and started to pace. It was almost ten o’clock.
My phone pinged and I let out a surprised squee as I clicked it on with shaky hands.
“ havent either i’m really pumped though”
He always typed so strangely, but it made me smile. In a way it was kind of cool that he had his own style.
“So…are you ready for this?” I pressed the touch screen again and bounced on the ball of my sneaker clad feet. I was about to hear my best friends voice for the first time.
“totally"
Taking a deep breath, I pressed call and held the phone to my ear. I became more and more fearful. I could feel the knot in my stomach tighten and coil, making me feel queasy and sick. It kept ringing. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. Maybe he wasn’t really my friend. Maybe- “H-Hello?”
I blushed softly at his voice. Regardless of how it quivered, it was smooth as honey. The kind of voice that you could tell would create wonderful lullabies. He had the kind of golden tone that could be listened to for hours. Now, more than ever,
I wished he was here.
“H-Hey!” My own voice croaked and I inwardly winced at the horrid tone that had emerged from my throat.
“Wow…It’s great to hear your voice…it’s beautiful by the way.” I could almost feel him blushing through the phone. And even though I didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him, I felt my own face and ears warm up.
“N-Not really…I’m pretty gross…” I answered him honestly.
He sounded shocked. “That’s not true! I’ve seen pictures of you and you’re beautiful…”
Red splashed across my cheeks at his compliment. “H-Hey I’ve seen pictures of myself too and they are far from beautiful!”
He merely chuckled. “Oh (Name), you’re so blind.”
I smiled. Regardless of what I thought of myself or how bad I felt, he was always there to cheer me up. “So how’s the weather in Texas?”
“Well…it’s Texas.”
“Thank you for clearing that up genius. I totally didn’t know Texas was Texas. Allow me to go study my fourth grade geography and get back to you when I know my states.” I laughed silently at myself as I paced on my porch.
A laugh reverberated through the phone. “You’re just as sarcastic in real life aren’t you?”
“Heh yeah….” My voice trailed up as I looked up at the sky. It was strange to think that he was so far away yet looking up at the same sky that I was. And honestly, it hurt. To think that we could share something as vast as the sky but not something as small as a hug. It hurt bad.
“So…” His voice was quiet. “Has it started yet?”
I looked at my clock. “Any minute now…” I sat in my fold up chair and grunted with distaste. “I wish I was in a better place to see them.” The unappealing trailer park made my nose wrinkle with disgust. We were in between houses at the time and had to rent a cheap one before we could move into a nicer one. The sickly yellowish glow of the street lamps flickered on the damp pavement. I always liked the rain but I was happy when the clouds had cleared before nightfall. At least on this particular date.
I frowned at the sky. “Maybe I got the wrong da-“
And as if the gods above wanted to prove me wrong, the second I spoke, a pink tailed comet darted across the sky.
“OH! Oh I saw one!!!” I started to wiggle with excitement.
I heard a gasp on the other line. “Where?! Oh damn I missed it!”
I giggled as he grumbled bad temperedly. “Well then sit down a look up.
After watching the stars for at least two hours, laughing and exchanging stories I heard a bang. “What the hell did you do Dave?”
“Um…” He got quiet.
“Daaaave.” I drew out his name in an excusing tone.
“Uh…I hit my garbage can with a sword.”
I sat in a confused and stunned silence. I was aware of my dork’s affinity for weapons but when in all heck did he get a sword?
”Dave we’ve had this talk. If you want to play with your weapons you do it away from literally everything.”
I could feel him smile. “Yeah yeah whatev-. Oh my god I think there’s a dead cat.”
“Oh no….god that’s so sad.” I frowned and was honestly upset until he laughed.
“Nevermind it’s asleep. I’m going to touch it.”
“Ew! Hey I’m all for animals but that thing could be carrying something.”
“Nah man it’s fine. Oh no it’s running away! No let me love you!” I could hear the slap of sneakers on pavement and I started to laugh at the thought of him chasing down a cat in the middle of the night.
As he admitted defeat and started to walk back to his house, I looked up to see two more shooting stars streak across the sky. One sapphire and one amethyst violet.
Our birthstone colors.
“Dave two more just went by.”
He gasped. “Damnit I missed it again?! You know what? I am going to sit on top of this hill and stare at the sky all freaking night.”
I heard him plop down and we rambled into stories about go cart crashes, annoying siblings the fact that I can’t ride a bike.
But all at once, a silence fell between us as I laid on the grass. In this moment, we didn’t need words. Words wouldn’t have been enough to explain what either of us felt in that moment. And as I extended my hand to the empty grass beside me, I knew he was doing the same. And in that moment, the empty air in my hand was so much more than that. It was hope. The heat in my hand wasn’t like the grotesque humidity that hung in the air. It wasn’t burning hot and it wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt. I smiled. The first real smile in a long time. It graced my lips and it didn’t fade. The hope pulsed from my hand throughout my whole body. The hope that I could actually experience this with him one day. Not many people know that hope isn’t as good as it’s advertised. It comes in a pretty golden wrapped box with a bow on top covered in little bells whistles, but the paper is cheap and thin, the bow is lopsided and the little trinkets are busted beyond belief. In short, it looks nice until you squint your eyes. Because with hope comes the falsity of it. The naivety that believing anything is possible. And while you’re on cloud nine for a while, reality shocks you back, reminding you that it’s more than impossible to sit on any sort of cloud no matter how high on the numerical scale it is because clouds are nothing more than condensed water vapor which could never hold any sort of weight but its own.
And when that happens, it’s the worst feeling in the world.
“Dave…..I love you.” Tears filled my eyes as I said it, but I continued to smile. It didn’t make sense but nothing ever does really.
“I love you too (Name)…” Every ounce of emotion we felt for each other hit me like a ton of bricks, knocking me off that figurative cloud.
And I started to cry.
And I cried until I had nothing left to cry about as my world came crashing down. And hearing him crying with me only increased my level of pain on dolorimeter.
My time of pure bliss and happiness was gone and I was back to my normal life. I was back to what I experienced every single day of my life. And as I laid in bed that night, after goodbyes were said and the stars had ceased their brilliant shower, I couldn’t help but cry myself to sleep. My serendipity had gone as fast as the shooting stars that created it.
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this is actually a story I wrote for school. this is a true story about me and my friend. all I did was change the text style and my friends name.
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This is just perfect