I was riding a bus home and it was raining. Pretty chilly, I was all bunched up in a corner with my frozen fingers clutching my black bag, my drowsy head leaning against the window.
The bus was only half full and at the front were a bunch of teenagers laughing about who-knows-what. There was nobody beside me and I was completely okay with that. Even the elderly seated at the middle had someone to be warm with, but I was completely alone. It was a different kind of loneliness. It felt nice.
Then, the bus stopped and the doors opened. It took quite a while so I dragged myself to the right so I could see who's gonna get on the bus. Apparently, it was someone I knew. This "someone I knew" is apparently, someone I liked. And this "someone I liked" was getting on the bus that I was in. And "this bus that I was in" had only a few seats left and I was completely alone in my row. Naturally, I hid at the corner with the thought of "Oh my god oh my god OHMYGOD if I don't move, maybe he won't notice that there's a seat here."
He did.
But being a nice boy that he is, he didn't sit with me. I was left with my nice kind of loneliness while he was stuck sitting with a sleeping elderly woman. He just gave me a smile, a nod, and went on to his window seat.
I got off probably 15 minutes later and when I got up, he stood up too and all I could think of was "Oh. Maybe he wanted my seat. Well, go ahead."
But no.
He followed me home.
We didn't walk side by side. It was more of walking diagonally side by side-ish together. There was only a sense of security and confusion. Why would he follow me home? Or walk me home like i'm some kind of poodle? But all these questions were hidden behind smiles and red umbrellas. Separate red umbrellas if you're asking.
(Let's hide his identity behind the name... Wilfred? And I just translated everything to English.)
"Wilfred," I said to him while pushing the gate open with a slippery hand. I went in first. "This is weird and crazy and... and I don't know? You need to go home."
He pouted a bit and kicked the gate open with his foot and entered, too. "It's raining and it's cold. Can't I stay for just a bit?" and he laughed "And then I'll go home."
It was awesome having him around, but all I could think of was "Why didn't you just go home? I bet your house is as warm as my house... I mean... I mean... GOD fine, fine, fine."
I led him in, gave him a towel to dry himself with (He reminded me of a puppy when he dried his hair.), and went inside my bedroom to get out of my damp clothes, get into warm ones, and probably proceed outside to where he was and ask him questions like "Why are you here?" "Why didn't you go home?" "I thought you didn't even notice me. Why are you here again?" "Are you part puppy?"
I was having a last minute check up on my laptop for notifications and emails when he just stood by the door and said "Can I sleep on your floor?"
"Oh my god what" were the words that came out. I bounced off the bed, a little amused laugh escaping my mouth. My hand managed to grab my owl pillows and I gave him one. "No, you can't sleep on the floor. I might have to drag you towards your house. How dare you."
He laughed and I pushed him away from my bedroom.
"You know what?" I grabbed my phone "You could sleep in the living room and i'll just set my alarm, okay? Is an hour okay with you.... because seriously GOD i'm getting worried. You.really.need.need.need to get home."
He nodded and proceeded to sleep in the living room. He wasn't actually sleeping. He was just closing his eyes, glasses drooping from his nose, nose scrunched up every time thunder decided to roar and he was cute that way. But I decided not to stare because that's creepy. I just decided to read while he was resting.
The alarm rung an hour later and I placed my hand on his shoulder and shook him gently.
"Hey, hey, hey, wake up." I said to him.
"I'm not even sleeping."
"I know."
"And it's still raining."
"I know."
"I never knew you were evil this way."
"I know." I laughed and grabbed his red umbrella "Home, Wilfred. I'm sorry if i'm being rude or persistent or whatever, but I care about you and your relationship with your buds and your parents. I could walk you home if you want."
"It's okay." he gave me a smile and a small laugh and proceeded to go outside. But he never took his umbrella with him.
"Don't you want to use your umbre--- OHMYGOD you're getting soaked!" I chased after him with his umbrella.
"It's okay." He told me "My house isn't that far. Just five minutes and i'm there."
And all I could think of was "Oh. Well maybe you could've stayed longer."
But no. I told him to go home because I cared.
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