All The Memories That We Made [Completed]

The Strange Stranger.

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For Hania, Thank you for believing in me.

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It was Friday. I woke up to find the sky hidden by millions of fat white clouds. I have always loved to find the weather like this in the morning, though that didn't stop me from dragging my foot on the walk to the bathroom. As far as I can tell, that has become a habit.

Everything was normal, like the way it should be. My mum made a fuss over my breakfast, saying I wasn't eating enough. I wore the same clothes I've worn the last week, a sky blue polo shirt over lightly embroidered shorts. My hair was still frizzy, despite my effort to make them look as silky as possible by brushing them over and over again.

And like always, my looks didn't matter. On my way to the front door, I stopped by the big mirror near the shoe rack. An average looking girl looked back at me,  Serious and tough looking. And like always, I simply ignored her and banged the door on my way out, though like always, I don't really mean to.

Our street is full of posh houses. And to be honest, there is nothing too interesting about them, nor about the people who live in them. As far I can tell, the girls talk about nothing but clothes and the boys are always lurking around the streets, playing around.

I have always been told that I'm different from others. I'm a bookaholic, I love to write. What people don't understand is that it's not just about 'writing and reading'. It's about creating a new world inside your head and then 'living' in it.

I guess I almost like being different. At least I have other stuff to talk about than just 'clothes'. I love clothes, honestly. But my life doesn't depend on them. I can very well wear what's not trending without moaning for an hour. Seriously.

When you are a writer. You look at things more closely. You live the way many don't. I guess that's why I was taking in everything. The weather was beautiful, the wind was cool. What was out there that I shouldn't like? But as soon as I thought that, She appeared out of the blue.

'Gorgeous'. That's the first word that came into my mind. She really was gorgeous though. Long silky blond hair, red lips and a smart, tall figure. And her eyes... she had the prettiest eyes. There was grey and the most lovely shade of blue. Warm and comforting, yet very bright and full of something. Looking at her, I couldn't really figure out.

Yet she was strange. Her shirt was plain and black, her shorts faded blue. Even her snickers were black and plain. But there was something else as well. Girls like 'her' don't wear simple clothes or frown like the way she was frowning.  She didn't really look happy. She kept tapping her foot and checking her phone. 'Of course, she's waiting for someone'. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that has filled in somehow, 'Stupid me'.                           

I almost wanted to turn away, take another bus. but then I realized I was acting stupid again. But truly, I could feel it inside me, it was sharp and strange. And it was telling me not to go near her. Almost, like she meant trouble.

But I did. I walked towards her, telling myself firmly that I was being stupid and to get a grip. And almost at the same time, as I raised my first foot, she turned and saw me.

And then she smiled. And even though I didn't really want to, I smiled back.