"Dandelions" explores the challenges that come with vulnerability and the fear of letting go. Like dandelions that sway in the wind, their relationship is delicate, and their insecurities threaten to scatter their love to the winds.
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When lunchtime finally arrived, Dre and I found ourselves sulking in the corner of the cafeteria. As we sat there, I noticed Dre gazing at Meiying, who was surrounded by her group of friends.
"Cheng invited her to the Qixi Festival," I overheard Dre saying, and I nodded in agreement, replying, "Yeah, I heard about that too."
"I should've just spent the day training with Mr. Han instead," he sighed, rolling his eyes in frustration. Trying to lift his spirits, I said, "Come on, don't be down. Aunt Sherry got us tickets, so we can still go."
Dre reacted by banging his head on the table, clearly struggling with his feelings. "I thought she hated Cheng," he muttered, bewildered. "But I remember Meiying mentioning that her family and Cheng's family are friends," I chimed in while munching on my food.
"Look, Dre, even though we can't go with Meiying and Cheng, we can still have a great time with your mom and Aunt Adeline," I assured him. "No buts, Dre. We're attending, and I miss bonding with my aunt."
In response, he just continued banging his head on the table multiple times, attracting the curious gazes of some nearby students. Nonetheless, I remained focused on my own thoughts, occasionally glancing in Meiying's direction. She noticed me and waved, but my smile faded when Cheng and his friends approached her group and sat in front of them.
Feeling a bit disheartened, I turned my attention back to my food, picking at it halfheartedly. Dre, curious about my sudden change in demeanor, looked at me, and he simply shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do or say to comfort me.
As the day continued, we finished our lunch and returned to our classes, trying to push aside any lingering feelings of disappointment and focusing on our studies. The Qixi Festival was approaching, and despite not being able to attend with Meiying, I couldn't help but hope that spending time with family during the festival would still make it a memorable and enjoyable experience.
Later that day, Dre and I decided to stroll around and grab some ice cream. While enjoying our treats, I decided to open up to him.
"So tell me, Dre, what if I told you that I like someone?" I said as we walked together.
He looked at me blankly and said, "Well, I feel bad for him," and I glared at him.
"You're such a brat," I said, wiping some ice cream on his face playfully. He screamed, and I couldn't help but laugh. But then, his expression turned serious.
"Do you like Cheng?" he asked, and I felt my heartbeat quicken, clearly caught off guard. I placed my hand over my heart as if trying to calm it down.
"What the heck, dude," I said, my face serious, "no, I don't like him. He's a bully," I said firmly, trying to convince both him and myself.
"I'm not mad or anything, if you like him, it's your choice, not mine, and I can't stop you, but if he hurts you, I'll chop his balls off," he said half-jokingly, half-seriously, trying to protect me in his own way.
I chuckled and pushed him away. "Shut up, I don't like him," I said and walked faster, with him following me. "But you sound like you like him," he persisted, and I glared at him.
"Stop it, Dre. I don't like him, and besides, he likes Meiying," I said, hoping to put an end to this conversation.
"You sound jealous," he added with a smirk, and I groaned in annoyance.
"What if Cheng doesn't like Meiying and he likes you? What will you do?" he asked, and I paused, taken aback by his question. "Dre, it's just a 'what if.' Cheng likes Meiying, done!" I replied firmly and then abruptly ended the conversation, running away from him.
I ran through the crowd and accidentally collided with someone. "I'm sorry," I apologized, looking up to see a boy with a mohawk hairstyle.
"What a nice hairstyle you have there," I said, trying to lighten the mood. He blushed and thanked me. We struck up a conversation, and I learned that his name was Wu Ping.
After chatting for a while, he asked if we could hang out later, and I agreed. We spent a delightful evening together, laughing and sharing stories. Wu Ping had a passion for martial arts and was preparing for a tournament.
As the day drew to a close, we said our goodbyes, and I headed home. My aunt was waiting for me, clearly worried about my sudden disappearance. I reassured her that I was safe and had simply lost track of time while enjoying myself with a new friend.
The Qixi Festival arrived, and my aunt surprised me with a beautiful dress. At first, I was reluctant to wear it, as I preferred my usual comfortable clothes. However, with a little persuasion from my aunt, I finally agreed to try it on.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The festival was a special occasion, and I wanted it to be memorable, regardless of the events that had transpired before.
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