Bitter yet Sweet

Chapter three

T H O M A S

Mom and Emily went to the park nearby and I was left alone in the house. I was cleaning when the door bell rang. I made a quick glance from the window and saw Mark standing outside the gate.

I sighed. What does he want this time?

I continued cleaning but he kept on pressing the door bell which was so annoying. I opened the door.

"Seriously? Playing with the door bell. Are you a kid? There's no people inside." I shouted furiously.

"Then are you a ghost?" He said grinning and I glared at him. I just slammed the door shut. I heard him shouting.

"Hey, Thomas! Thomas Puseli!" He pushed and pulled the gate. It seemed like he wanted to destroy our gate.

I scratched my head annoyingly and opened the door then he stopped harrassing the gate.

"Why? If you're looking for mom, she's not here."

"I'm not looking for your mom. I'm looking for. . .you." He said. "Won't you open the gate?" He said pleading.

I walked to the gate and stared at him. He's handsome, yes. But he's stubborn. He raised his eyebrows animatedly and grinned like a maniac. We just stared at each other for a few minutes. I was thinking if I let this crazy man enter my house. He might be a burglar or a kidnapper and worst a murderer.

"Wait, you're going too far. I'm not a murderer nor a burglar and a fvcking kidnapper for Pete's sake." He said and I was stunned.

"How did you. . ."

"Know?" He chuckled. "I bet you like Ed Sheeran? Because you're the epitome of the title Thinking Out Loud, Thomas. I'm impressed!" He looked amused and I was blushing. Somehow, this Mark really was getting in my nerves.

"Whatever, 'kay? And please do me a favor, can you get lost? You're getting in my nerves!" I didn't want to get involve to other people especially him. I turned my heels around and marched to the front door.

"Hey! Thomas!" He called and I remembered something so I turned around and met his dark blue eyes that looked like black from afar.

"I forgot to tell you Mr. Mark Foxwayler." I emphasized his full name. "It's Thomas Pulliseli and not Thomas Puseli!" I corrected him.

"Oh! Then, sorry! It's not my fault that your surname was difficult to memorize."

"And it's not my fault that your brain is slower than a tortoise!"

"What the! Wait! I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here to let's-get-to-know-each-other something." He smiled hoping.

"No-way!" I said and ran inside the house. I peeked on the window and saw Mark about to climb our gate! His freakin' sick!

I was about to turn the knob of the front door but my hand halted when I heard mom's voice outside.

"Mark? What are you doing?" I heard my mom asked and Mark chuckled. My heart was beating loudly knowing that Mark might say something about what just happened earlier. My mom would hate me even more surely.

"I am visiting your son secretly. I'm so sorry Mrs. Pusellisi that I was about to climb your gate." I heard him said and I was relieved and at the same time confused. Why did he lied to mom?

"No it's okay Mark but please don't ever do that next time." I heard the gate was unlocked and opened. I panicked and ran upstairs to my bedroom and locked it. I went inside and ran to the bathroom and took a bath.

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M A R K

Mrs. Pusellisi, Pullilise. I really find it hard to say their surname. So let's call her Mrs. Thomas'-mother and by the way, she let me in inside their house but Thomas wasn't there. Or he was there but hiding? In his bedroom I think?

I even argued with him about how slow my brain was. I think he hates me now. Ugh! I was an asshole! And why was I rambling like a kid? Do I care if he hated me now? Of course! He was the only person there on the neighborhood with the same age as me. So maybe we could get together in this boring summer.

Thoma's mother offered me some chocolate drink and I happily accepted it. It was still hot so I placed it on the small table and roamed my eyes at the interior of the house and it wasn't that bad.

Emily, the nine year old sister of Thomas sat at the opposite sofa and stared at me as if I was applying for a job and I was being interviewed while she was screening my face and physique, which I know I would pass. With flying colors, of course. But her stares were kinda creepy though.

I was about to get the mug of hot chocolate but my hand stopped on the air midway when I saw Thomas climbing down the stairs with a fresh new look. He showered. It felt like it was the first time I saw him every time I see him. There was something in him that I want to know what. Why am I feeling like everything was good when I see him?

Lol! It couldn't be. Its just because I was lonely as s**t in this in the middle of nowhere area. I missed the three days and two nights beach outing which supposed to be. . . tomorrow? Oh! I didn't want to remember it. So I wanted to enjoy there more than what they would enjoy there. Gets? Seriously, how bad was my grammar? Tsk!

My monologue was cut when I heard Emily laughed.

"You're weird." Emily said and I heard Thomas chuckled for a second. I looked at her and I wrinkled my forehead. "Tom!" She ran at Thomas and hugged him and she peeked and looked at me and stick her tongue out. Somehow, it pissed me off. What was she trying to imply?

Our eyes met for seconds and he was the one who looked away first.

"He's looking for you." Emily said and he looked at me again and I waved my hand.

He walked passed to Emily and stopped in front of me. He grabbed my hand and I felt a little sort of electricity sparked from his touch. He pulled me up and dragged me out of the house.

"Why did you lied to mom?" I asked.

"I didn't." I didn't even know! I have the feeling that he would be scolded if I told her about our little argument. He stared at me.

"Why are you here?" Thomas said and he looked like he was already pissed off.

"I just wanted to be your friend?" I honestly said and he frowned.

"Go home, Mark. I don't need a friend." He coldly said. What's with him? Who doesn't need a friend?

"C'mon! It won't hurt!"

"If you want a playmate, go to the barn and play with those cows and pigs." He turned around but I grabbed his hand.

"Where is this barn that you're saying?" I even sound desperate and he paused for seconds wondering if I was serious.

"I don't know." I chuckled at his answer and let go of his hand. "I won't stop until you'll become my friend. I'll come everyday and I'm willing to climb your gate to reach you." I winked at him before I walked out.

I mean what I just said. I really want to be his friend. He's. . . something.

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