Heaven Knows

3: Dominic

Heaven Knows OST: ♫ All About You by Birdy ♫

Chapter 3: Dominic

There are times in a day when you feel nothing but lazy. And right now, I still feel the same.

All day long I’ve been sitting in class doing doodle on my musical sheet. I was supposed to make a Beethoven out of my composition but then I have to apologize to my school’s administration for not being so cooperative lately. Maybe I should recommend August Rush to them instead. My heart seems not in place. So my mind has found a way of looking for it. And guess what, they both end up in Heaven.

“You’re one dumb, lazy A-hole.” Scott says on our free time.

“I’m not dumb and I’m not lazy.” I tell him. “Can’t you see? I’m in my energy saving mode.”

He snorts. “You have it bad, Dom.”

I flinch at him. “What can I do? I can’t get her off my mind.”

Scott narrows his eyes at me as if he’s a doctor checking me for signs of sickness. “Maybe she has bewitched your head.” He clicks his tongue. “Poor boy.”

I threw my pen at him but he’s so good at avoiding things.

“What?”

I gave him a pointed look. “That’s a warning.”

“And I gave you a warning. I’m being entirely a decent and good best friend who looks out for you. I can be a saint like you.”

“Scott, don’t be ridiculous. If you’ll be able to patch me up on a date with her then maybe I’ll get the pope for your canonization. You can be Mother Teresa. A living saint.”

“Ooooh.” He croons. “I like the sound of that. Thank you, Dom, but let me think of that arrangement first.”

I sighed in frustration as I collected my things. “Are you done?”

“No, I’m Scott Orson.” He smirks at me and I didn’t suppress the urge to roll my good eyes at him.

The thing about wanting someone is basically connected to the concept when you say you like someone. Wanting someone means two things. You want someone for his or her body or you want someone to be in your life. But when you say you like someone that means you want to know the person. But then liking someone comes with an oblique force and interest that would eventually lead into a deeper feeling that you cannot control.

But I think that’s an obscene thing to say from someone like me who doesn’t have enough experience to say those things. I know love of course. Yet genuinely speaking it seems that the word itself is imprinted on everyone since birth. I believe all living things are capable of loving someone.

Love is a bizarre feeling that you get when you level up the stage of over liking someone. That weird feeling mostly happens to people like me who are in the stage of puberty where testosterones are in raging battle.

It’s a mind game that keeps your head thinking, it’s the awareness that keeps your heart beating. And when it’s there you just break your own rules and the whole world shatters behind you.

Heaven walks alone on her way home.

She holds her books close to her heart and the other hand holds her leather sling bag.

I decided to give her some company. But of course, I kept my distance from her back just in case she hides a shotgun somewhere in her bag.

“I know you’re there.” She says without turning.