Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 07:38:57 -0700
From: Ederson Suarez <edsuarez062196@gmail.com>
Subject: A Solitary Blue Prologue

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.