It's Saturday, here in Nowherelandia Saturday is everyone's day off. People go to parks, malls, picnic area, anywhere that they can relax. Some go to extreme adventures. I, on the other hand, am not looking for adventurous advenetures. I'm satisfied with me sitting alone in the bench at Nowhere Park.
This Park is named after Edison Nowhere, the wise grandfather of our small town. And also the name of our town is named after him.
I'm currently writting down some notes on my Tumblr account, my laptop on my lap. As I typed down, a guy, unfortunately named Peter Piper Nowhere (a descendant of Edison Nowhere) sat beside me. Don't get us wrong, we're not close. Or should I say, I'm the only one saying we're not close. See, he's one of those who acts like they're close to you. Either 1. They wanted to benefit from your fame. 2. They do not know the word "move" or 3. They just wanted to piss you off every Saturday of the week.
Last week has been the same. I sat here, typed down, then Peter Piper shows up out of nowhere.
"Piper, If you want to piss me off. i'm not responsible for the damages after.", I said without looking up at him. Honestly, Piper is tall and I look like a midget when I'm beside him. Piper moved a little farther and said, "Hey It's a good day, can't you see?" His hands motioned at the surroundin. Sure, I know what you're talking about.
"Get lost" was all I said to him with a sigh and continued typing down. Five minutes passed, I'm still typing down. Thankfully, Peter Piper sat there quietly. I continued to typed down.
... And there she is, standing at the front door with wet clothes. Everyone in the house looked at her and assisted the poor girl.
Continuing what I'm doing, Peter Piper shifted as if he was tired of his position. "You know what?", he started. "I've been thinking bout moving.", I do not know what to say and pretended I didn't heard. I continued to type down and Peter Piper continued to speak, "My grandma died.", This time I decided to answer, "mmm I'm sorry about that."
"I think I'm not able to live with out her", he said while throwing something at the pond infront of us. "She's the one who raised me since my mother died.", he threw something again at the water. "mmm, I know.", I replied, still typing.
He snatched the laptop from my lap and I snarled at him. "Would you please listen to me for a moment!", his eyes are watery and he really looks pissed off. I sighed and surrender my hands in defeat. "Piper," I trailed. "I suck at comforting someone." I honestly said to him.
Peter Piper smiled and gave back my laptop, "Atleast you're honest. Unlike those who only appear and pretend they care.", He looked at the pond and sighed heavily. He's just a boy, I thought. He's just a boy who doesn't have the control over a person's life.
I stared at the pond for awhile. The ducks are playing happily at the water. Ducks, animals who doesn't know anything about emotion. Or they just hide them.
'Piper, do you love ducks?", I asked. Right now, The only thing I know to do is to divert Piper's attention. "Huh?", he asked. I sighed, "I said, do you love ducks?". Piper stared at me with blank expression, I knew it without looking at him directly. "Sorth of," He said."I love ducks when they're cook."
The ducks 'qwacked' and they swam around. The continues "qwack qwack" became the answer of his statement be cause I stayed silent for awhile.
"You're mean", I said. "You only love them when you know you can recieve something from them. You're just like those government officials who pretend.", he chuckled and I continued to type down.
"Way to make me feel better, Ange." Piper said. "Hey, you wanna come to the funeral?", I closed down my laptop and stood up.
"It's 9am, you better get your lazy ass up." without glancing down at him, I said. Then there I noticed, he's not wearing his normal t shirt. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He's eyes locked at mine and he smiled.
"Thanks," Peter Piper said.
I don't know, since that they I started to understand Peter Piper. Now I understand why he wanted to piss the shit out of me. Now I understand. The ducks "qwacked" continuesly that it became the background music for our very solemn conversation.
The moment I arrived at home, I ran upstairs to my room and marked my calendar. "March 9: I got my first friend."
