Miscellaneous - A Disturbance in the Atmosphere
I want to tell you where to find a unique road nobody else knows
The road will be long, and there will be many obstacles in your way
You will feel you must walk it, but all you know will tell you differently
You may think of not taking that road, and just stay on the main road
It will be easier to stay where you are and simply wonder what if
It may be easier, but the price you pay is the taste of life
They will tell you about responsibilities and what is expected from you
No matter what they say, you should know that the road you need to walk could only be walked alone
I want to tell you where to find a unique road nobody else knows
Follow your heart, that's the road to living your life
This is the only way that leads you where you have to go
I would have never expected this to grow so big back then.
I strolled back to the bar. Opening my book again, I ordered another strawberry smoothie and took place on the barstool he had been a few minutes ago.
It was still warm, and a faint scent of silty ocean air and tobacco surrounded me.
I smiled. I liked it.
***
I kicked the sand. A sudden blaze of wind sweeped up the grains of sand and blew them towards me, so I lifted my arm and covered my eyes as I walked on.
Determindly trotting down the way to the shore, I cast a look about.
When it was this kind of weather; sky filled with grey stormclouds, most people stayed inside. A few as mad as me however, went out to enjoy the fresh ocean air. The only other people around where a lone horseback rider, who had mounted off and led her horse knee deep into the water to have some splashing fun. On the steps leading towards the red-and-white painted lighthouse sat a few birdwatchers, armed with binoculars. Only real hardcore sea-lovers such as me went out at times like these.
Suddenly, I spotted a lone figure ahead.
'Is that?'
'Him...'
I sped up my pace a bit. I didn't know what I was thinking. Skidding to a halt next to the person, I started stammering. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Um... Didn't I see you at the diner a few days ago?" I sighed. "Nevermind."
"Oh right! You're the girl with the smoothie."
I blinked, and nodded.
"I am Lucas." He held out his hand to shake.
I shook. "I'm Audrey."
He sat down on the sand, padding the spot next to him. I sat down.
"Is that your name, or who you are?" Lucas asked.
"Eh? There is a difference?"
He nodded. "Certainly."
I smiled, shaking my head.
"You're weird."
"Aren't you? If I'm weird because I'm wondering if you are who you say you are... Then you're not supposed to be weird while being out here at a time like this?"
"Exactly. I just love the ocean." I mumbled, turning to defense mode.
"Me too."
"Why?"
"Because it's free."
"Why?"
He turned to look at me.
"No why. Just because."
I smiled.
"So... Audrey... Is that your name or is it who you are?"
I sincerely thought about the question a long time. "My name, I guess."
"Then please, tell me who you are."
I nodded, starting off.
I do not know why I got so caught up with a stranger. Maybe because he didn't seem like a stranger to me?
We had the most amazing talk. Considering this was only the second time I saw him, and the first time we had actually met, the level of intimacy was incredible.
I got to know him better then I knew Mia or Brendon, at least not until a few years ago when we hit puberty. Lucas had finished highschool quite a while ago, four or five months. After graduation, he packed a backpack full of clothes and meaningfull items, and left his home town to go travelling right across the country. Where he accidently came across this little coast town and decided to hang out for a week or two.
I told him of my parents, that we weren't very rich and of Mia and Brendon. He told me of his ex-girlfried who had recently left him, and of the way he celebrated his nineteenth birthday on the road. I told him about the time in kindergarden when a boy dumped his icecream on my head and I pushed him into the pool, but he couldn't swim. He told me of the wonderfull person he called mother, who had always supported him even when he decided to go hitch-hiking through the country. He told me of the father he never knew, who left the two of them when Lucas was still crawling his way through life. I told him of my plans to go to law school.
My parents have always wanted me to go to law school and become a succesfull lawyer. Neither of them have ever really suceeded in life, so they only wanted me to end up alright. But they never understood that I don't care about money. All I wanted was go to the art academy, become an artist or a writer and live in a little cabin by the sea.
Time passed by on us, and before I knew it the sun was setting, bathing the entire beach in a soft red light. The rumbling waves pushing upto our feet were the only thing that could be heard, for we had both fallen silent with nothing more to say. The clouds seemed like whisps of fluffy cotton candy, outlined with streaks of gold.
"I should go..." Lucas mumbled suddenly. "I'm staying at this total dumb. There's an old guy renting rooms for short stays, but the place is full of cockroaches and a whole bunch of other unidentified bug-like creatures. And the matress is crispy."
I made a face. "Nice. I hope the food doesn't walk away from your plate... Good luck surviving over there."
"Thanks. G'bye." He mumbled, turning around and slowly walking away from me.
A sudden flash of emotions coursed through me, and I jumped up. I know it sounds cliche, and as much as I despise being cliche, it's what I thought at the moment. I didn't want this to be the end, this new feeling aroused at the pit of my stomach and I wasn't going to let it slip away. Not again.
"Will I see you again?" I yelled after him, hoping he'd hear me because the wind carried my voice in the other direction.
I never was brave when it came to boys. Though being fairly pretty, I hardly ever dated seeing as even just talking to the guy I liked was something I couldn't do without blushing insanely.
But he turned around, smiling and walked the ten meters back to me. I looked to the ground, feeling a hotness rise to my cheeks.
'What was I thinking? I'm such a fool!'
But he lifted my chin and the warm smile on his face, accompanied with a twinkle deep in his emerald green eyes melted my insides.
"Whenever you want. Until I leave, I'll be on the beach everyday. Just come around when you feel like it, okay?"
I nodded, because I had temporarely lost the ability to speak. As he walked away, I turned towards the ocean and sat down again, watching the waves flow by. A big grin formed itself on my face. I didn't know why yet, but something in my stomach was jumping up and down and doing cartwheels all over the place.
About an hour later, I stood up. As I walked away, feet stuck into slushing wet converse, I attempted to rid my jeans of the muddy wet sand.
At the top of the steps leading up to the lighthouse, where the garbage the birdwatchers left layed around aimlessly, I turned around to look at the place where we had sat and talked.
A wave rushed over, yet again moisting the sand and filling the dent we had created with salty ocean water.
Two buttprints in the sand.
***
When Mia came back from her art convention [it could have been a hippy fest aswell, it is hard to pay attention when Mia goes on rambling about one of her new plans or ideas], I could not wait to tell her all about my conincidental meeting with Lucas.
Or maybe it wasn't coincidental. Maybe it was faith.
Anyhow, when Mia did return she called me immidiately. We made a deal: we'd meet at Steps around three.
Steps was a lounging place, the place to be if you want to call it that way. We'd often go there to chat, since in the afternoons it was pretty quiet. Only at night when the dance floor was opened, that's when it became busy.
I was already there when Mia entered, swinging the doors open to catch attention. Mia was in one of her hippy moods, combining daisy-patterned flipflops with a long, flowing skirt and a self-painted shirt with golden rimmings. Bandana atop, several beadie necklaces swung from left to right as she approached me, swaying like a psychic on LSD.
"Darling!!!" She called out.
I smiled, reached out and pulled her into a hug. After Mia let me go from her grasp [which is like a hawks, if you try to escape her nails only dig deeper into your skin] I led my best friend to the booth I had reserved for us. Sweeping aside the books and notepads I had lying open, I made place for the two double cafchino's Mia ordered.
If there is one thing besides strawberry smoothies that I can't resist, it is a cafchino, wonderfully prepared by Tony. Tony, the new bustboy at Steps had apparently taken a liking to me [and I to his cafchino's], and so me and my friends could have all the extra survices we wanted. My concience often played a part when getting another free drink from Tony, but you can't compete with Mia when it comes to an argument.
And the worst thing was: She always was right.
Anyhow, after recieving two cafchino's for free, Mia started to ramble about the art convention [it turned out to be an art convention] while I had to endure the laser-burning stare of Tony The Bustboy.
"Mia!" I practically screamed.
"Huh?" was the sound my best friend made as she awoke from her trance-like rambling state. "What's the problem girl?"
"Are you ever going to let me tell you about what happened, or what?" I hissed.
Sometimes a friend like Mia needed a little discipline, that's what she hired me for. Haha, just kidding. But Mia can be a bit too much if you do not know how to make her shut up.
"Right." She mumbled. "Spill it."
And so I spilled my heart out onto the table, me talking endlessly for a change.
I wouldn't have thought it to be possible to talk about the same person for two hours, but I managed to do it. Three cafchino's later I finished my story.
"Done?" Mia questioned, chugging down the last bit of her hot drink and licking her lips.
"I guess."
"Good." Mia mumbled, as she grabbed her self-knitted backpack and led me to the door. "And you tell me I talk too much. Jeez, you lost me after three sentances."
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