Heaven Knows

8: Dominic

Heaven Knows OST: ♫ Everything to me by Shane Filan ♫

Chapter 8: Dominic

A best friend knows you’re sad. A best friend knows you’re mad. A best friend knows you’re crying. A best friend knows you’re lying. A best friend knows where to beat you. And a best friend knows how to infuriate you to the highest exponent. Only your best friend. Only Scott Orson.

Scott snickers beside me as he tries to distract me from ever beating his high score.

“Bump, bump, bump.” He chants like a little devil. “And he bumps.”

I groaned as I put my phone down in frustration. “Don’t you miss home?”

He snuffles. “Nope.” He makes a popping noise with his “p”.

“Hell is empty because all the devils followed you here.”

He laughs at me. “Oh, poor you. Can’t beat me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just wait you. I’ll beat you.”

“Really? What’s your highest score again?” he says as he leans in to me teasingly. “Five?” he snorts. “Yeah. You can totally try.”

Flappy Bird. Who invented that stupid game anyway? It’s a stress exacerbate and a damaging organism. How come Scott got a fucking 46 while I’m stuck with a bloody 5? It’s the size of the screen. It’s not the player—it’s the screen! Never mind that game, it’s gonna give me sleepless nights if I keep on pushing to get a higher score.

Scott taps my shoulder for mock support. “Try and try, Dom. Try and try.”

I shrug his hand off of me and I started towards the lockers area for clear air. There’s too much pollution with Scott and I’m hyperventilating.

“Wimp.” Scott says. “Wimp, wimp, wimp!” he chants as I walk farther away from his teasing.

I find consolation by standing and waiting for Heaven to shed me some light. Just in case she creates miracles, she might spill me a few to get a higher score than a poor 5 in Flappy Bird.

I can sense her coming but I was so focus on not bumping my bird on a tunnel. Passing her own locker, she moves beside me. At first she looks at my phone then up at me and then back at my phone and back up at me.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Playing.” I answered as I passed my third tunnel.

“It looks like Super Mario.” She says; I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Hm.” I was supposed to say something to her but then my bird bumped on the fifth tunnel. I muttered a curse under my breath.

“You’re so serious.” She notices. I look up at her from my phone.

“I need to beat Scott’s high score.”

“What’s his score?”

I felt myself loathing. “46.”

I didn’t get to see her expression. I lean back on the wall beside her locker and I start playing again while she watches beside me. I feel her eyes furrow from my periphery.

“I think it’s a lame game.” She says.

I scoff as I let my bird fall to the ground. “I bet I can beat you.”

She raises a skeptic eyebrow at me. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because if I win, I get to kiss you.” I smirk at her.

She gawks at me but later on she exchanges it with a smile. “And why would I let you kiss me?”

“Because you will have to beat me. If you beat me, you don’t have to kiss me.”

She snorts.

“Come on. Why does it matter if you could beat me?” I said as I hand her my phone. “We’ll each have five tries.”

She narrows her eyes at me as she takes it.

I smirk at her. “Don’t worry. I’m perfectly kissable.”

She sniggers. “Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.”

Her first try end her up with a good 1. Smug enough that I’d get a higher score, I end up with a 5. I see the anxiety building in her face, but as stoic as she tries to be, she masks it with determination. She gets a good 4 on the second game and a 5 on the third. She’s a fast learner but I still believe I’m gonna win this game and I’m gonna get that kiss. I got two continuous 5 and a bloody 6 on my fourth game. If I’m lucky enough today, I’ll sure get that Heaven’s kiss in less than a minute. 6 is a good score—almost difficult to defeat (well, in my part) unless she gets a lucky 7.

I stood behind her, close enough that I could feel her warmth wash through me. Her hair tickled the skin on my face and the closeness made my heart leap like dolphins in the sea. I watched her all throughout the game. It was like being close to touch a rose. It’s so beautiful and so vibrant that it seems intimidating to touch.

Anna turned to me with a smile. If she noticed how close we are she didn’t let it show on her face. The blue of her eyes were startling that when her eyebrows rose, I realized that she was talking to me. I looked down to see her handing me back my phone.

I turned it to me only to find a score of 10. I sigh in defeat. But I don’t know if I should cry because I’m a wimp or I should laugh because she had beaten me.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get the kiss.” She says playfully.

I snicker. “Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin, huh?”

She giggles.

If there’s anything positive about me, I am a toughie. I don’t want to give up on Heaven because Hell’s much closer. Winning Heaven’s affection is like playing Flappy Bird. I bump into tunnels a lot of times. And even though my hands are already tired of trying, I just can’t get myself to give up because I want a high score.

As I watch her now, I see her as a bud of a rose. There are far more thorns on her stem than anyone else. But it’s the tears of the earth that keeps her bloom. And for anyone to pick a rose, you should get through the thorns first.

 A/N: I know you play Flappy Bird too! Don’t deny it! The game inspired the hell out of me into writing this chapter. A friend of mine got a bloody score of 55, my twin got a good 42, my younger sister got an awesome 34 while I got a pitiful 23 *hyperventilates* Anyways, I hope this chapter made sense even though I think it didn’t! hahaha LOLers Wishing you enjoyed reading! Feel free to drop a comment if you feel that it is a must to get words out of your system. :))