Clock struck twelve. Everyone was dreaming in his or her sleep but Harold was still awake. He went to Geneva’s house to spend the night with her. One of the agenda he planned to do that night was, counting the stars. It has been his routine since his mom left him. He believes that his mom is one of those stars up there and she is watching over him. He climbed the tree next to Geneva’s house. The tree branches are strong enough to afford him. He jumped from the tree to Geneva’s balcony and managed to do it without making any sound. He peeked into the house and saw Geneva sleeping with poise on her bed. He fell in love with her again instantly. Harold smirked. He tapped the window with some rhythm; one of those songs that he composed. “She ain’t giving any response!” He murmured. Harold took his shoe off and used it to tap the window. BANG! Geneva woke up in a sudden. She turned to Harold and her mouth at once opened wide. “What are you doing here?” She mouthed. She threw her blanket off her and got up. She tiptoed to her window. Harold couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Geneva’s pajamas were too short, shorter than a micro mini skirt. That’s common thing for a girl like her to dress up like that to sleep.
Everybody wants to be pretty in their dreams, don’t they?
“What?” She mouthed. She didn’t want to wake her parents up. Harold pointed to her bottom, giggling under his breath. She looked down at herself and covered it quickly with her hands. She ran to her bed. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped herself with it. Her cheeks were turning red. She was in total embarrassment. She was blushing when she paced to the window. “This thing had never happened in your life!” She slid the window and let Harold in. Harold smiled at her. “You are looking so…” Geneva stopped him, placing her finger at his lips. “You don’t want to forget it, do you?” She whispered, still keeping her voice down.
“Let’s get to the rooftop. Let’s count the stars,” Harold suggested an idea. “There’s a way for us to get up there safely and …” He paused. He looked around and continued, “Silently,” He pulled Geneva to the balcony.
“Harold. Stop! You can’t do this,” She pushed Harold’s arm. She’s afraid her parents will wake up and catch both of them red handed. “They will kill me if they see us now. Go home honey. See you in school,” She felt guilty for chasing him out.
“Come on. Let’s get out from this hell. Let’s have fun, the night is still young!”
“Are you out of your mind! You are being totally absurd. It’s twelve for God sake!”
“So? What’s your point?”
“Dad and mom will get in anytime. Please…”
“Can we go out to dinner tomorrow?”
“You know I will try my best, right?”
“That sounds like a no to me,”
“Honey, as soon as my parents give me freedom. We will do anything we like, anywhere, anytime. But not now,”
“Promise me, my pineapple. As the moon witnesses both of us tonight, I want you to vow.”
“I’ll try my best, you know I will,”
“Please say you promise…” Harold held her shoulder. His face showed how dissatisfied he was. He exhaled aloud and closed his eyes. Geneva’s hands run to his cheeks. “Don’t move,” Geneva closed her eyes as well. Each second, they got closer and closer. Both could feel each other’s breathe on their skin. Head to head, chest to chest, they became one soul that moment. Harold kissed her mouth and she replied it. Both wouldn’t want to be apart that night but they have to. Geneva pulled herself out. “I’m sorry,” She was asking him to get home. Harold nodded and left the house.
The Midnight Romeo has to leave his Juliet with his heart broken into million, billion, trillion pieces. If you think you’re happy and you know it, think again, Romeo. Nothing meant to be constant, even the Luna changes.
The next day
While Mr. Abraham was lecturing, Noah took out his notebook and tore a piece of paper. He wrote something on it. He threw it to Ely and it hit her head. Ely held her head and turned to him. “Ouch!” She mouthed. She bended down and took the paper. She read it and smiled. “Ely, what are you doing?” Mr. Abraham glared at her. She shook her head and remained quiet. Mr. Abraham continued his lesson. Ely immediately threw the paper to the rubbish bin once Mr. Abraham got his eyes off her. Natasha who was there the entire time was curious to know what Noah wrote that made her smiled.
The minute the bell rang, everyone rushed out. Harold held Geneva’s hand tightly. He was controlling his temper. He’s afraid he will start a fight with Adam in the class. “Distract me please,” He whispered, heads looking down on the floor. Geneva nodded and pulled him away from the class. She truly understands her hot-pot boyfriend.
Conversely, Noah got to Ely and walked her out from the class. Natasha waited for everyone to get out, so she could read the note Noah gave Ely. As Mr. Abraham, the last person who was supposed to get out, was out of sight, Natasha quickly ran to the rubbish bin. She rummaged through the rubbish bin and took out the note. She wiped her hand with her cloth. She ran to her table and read the note. She was shocked as she finished scanning it.
“She’s such an idiot!” Natasha murmured to herself. She left the classroom full of frustration.
On the other block of the school, Dylan was chasing Comfort. “You are just adding more trouble in my life!” Comfort really needs him to get lost. Dylan insisted to help. He is one stubborn man. “Please… One more chance,” He pleaded. Don’t make me fall on my knees, I don’t do that. Dylan was praying inside. Getting on his knees is one major move for him. “Alright. Don’t mess it up this time,” Comfort tried not to look at Dylan’s eyes. They are her favourite in the school. “Great. Thank you,” Dylan hugged her. He’s excited to help her out of her misery. Then, they both walked to the canteen for their lunch. Comfort is not alone anymore; she got Dylan from now on. Everybody on their way whispered to each other. They were quite shock to see Dylan was actually walking with Comfort. “What are you guys looking at? Like she’s the only one not virgin here!” He shouted on the top of his lungs. Comfort grabbed Dylan’s hand. Her head was looking down. She was afraid to look at those condemn people. Dylan pulled her all the way to the canteen, ignoring all the people who were staring at them.
Christine banged her locker as she heard Dylan. Not only because he’s walking with Comfort, it was also because Dylan didn’t notice her at all. Dylan used to kiss her cheek whenever they meet but now, even though she’s wearing a completely whore outfit, he didn’t even wave at her. “Wait till I get in between,” She whispered to herself. She took out her phone and grinned.
A game isn’t complete without the third player. Three is definitely bitter than two. The more the juicier. It will either spice it up or bring you down. Beware!
“You are so lucky Lily,”
“And why is that?”
“Ring a bell! Your boyfriend is waiting for you there!”
“He is?”
“He’s waving at you for God’s sake!”
“I better get him before he run away,”
“Yes, you better be. See you soon! Love ya!
“Ciao!”
Lily’s friend, Alexia, left her and walked into the school. Lily turned her back and acted like she was surprised to see Ryan. Ryan waved at her contentedly. “Ryan!” Her voice sounded so pleased. Ryan walked to her with his big smile.
“Great weather,”
“You came here just to say that?”
“To see my angel of course,”
“Angel doesn’t belong on earth,”
“What are you doing here then?”
“Well, waiting for somebody actually,”
“For me? That’s so sweet of you!”
“You are so wrong Mister!”
“Alright, alright. Cut this off. Are you free tonight?”
“Depends,”
“I was thinking to bring you out for dinner, but since you are…”
“Sure why not!”
“Now you are free?”
“I always am for you,”
They were standing in the middle of the garden when Harold walked pass by them with Geneva. She was blindfolded by a piece of black cloth and Harold was dragging her to the rooftop. Lily and Ryan giggled when they saw Harold. Harold placed his hand on his mouth, asking them to stop laughing. “What is it dear?” Geneva was so curious. “Lily and Ryan are having …” He stopped. “For real?” Geneva knew what he wanted to say. Harold ignored her and continued walking to the rooftop. Her heart pounded very fast, she couldn’t see where was she going to. Don’t worry Geneva, Harold is here. Geneva let herself calm and followed Harold.
When they reached the rooftop, Harold asked her to stand still at the door. She nodded. “When I say open, then you open. Alright sweetie?” Harold whispered to her ear. Geneva nodded again. She waited for the cue patiently. Suddenly, she heard someone strummed the guitar harmoniously.
You know I Can't Smile Without You,
I Can't Smile Without You,
I can't laugh
and I can't sing,
I'm findin' it hard to do anything.
It was Harold who was playing the guitar and singing I Can’t Smile Without You By Barry Manilow. There’s a table full with food next to him. There’s vase with white roses too. A candle were lit even though the sun was already enough to shine the whole rooftop.
“Open your eyes dear,”.
You see, I feel sad when you're sad,
I feel glad when you're glad,
If You only knew what I'm going through,
I just Can't Smile Without You
You came along just like a song
and brightened my day,
Who'd've believe that you were part of a dream
Now it all seems light years away.
Geneva couldn’t believe what she saw. A ‘candlelight’ lunch at school’s rooftop? She was out of words. She was so speechless to see Harold who was strumming his black guitar in front of her. Harold ignored her reaction and continued singing.
And now you know I Can't Smile WIthout You,
I Can't Smile Without You,
I can't laugh and I can't sing,
I'm finding it hard to do anything.
You see, I feel sad when you're sad,
I feel glad when you're glad,
If you only knew what I"m going through,
I just can't smile.
“Without you…”
Geneva was still in shock. Harold smiled at her and called her name. She walked slowly to him. She grabbed Harold hands, eyes lock to his. She ran out of words, all she could do was smiled back at him. “I can’t bring you out, so I bring out to you,” Harold’s tender voice melted her heart. He pulled the chair for her and let her sit. She rubbed her eyes as she thought she was daydreaming. “You are not dreaming, honey,” Harold teased her and smirked. “Dig in”
Her mouth locked tightly. Not even a word came out from her mouth yet. Harold somehow didn’t like the atmosphere. He took out his phone and played Thunder by boys like girls (acoustic version). He felt much comfortable with music around. He ate what’s on his plate and tried to ignore the speechless Geneva. I should say something now. Geneva just couldn’t utter a word. She wanted to thank him for all this but she can’t even open her mouth. She felt guilty to see Harold’s eyebrows narrowed. She took the food on her plate with her fork and bit it piece by piece.
“That’s it! We shall dance!”
“We should!” Geneva finally spoke up.
Harold smiled as he heard her voice. He played Living to love you by Sarah Connor. He pulled her in and they started dancing. At first, it was a little bit awkward than the dance they did before. They were dancing in some sort of geometrical shape. Both of them laughed, looking how silly they are.
“I’m sorry for the silence,”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, pancake,”
“So, what led you to this?”
“Hmm… Just to flavor up my boring week,”
“I was shocked to see you with the guitar, the candle, the vase, the food. Everything was absurd!”
“Not in my world,”
“That’s the line from…”
“Ah, take it as my line now. Hold on,”
Harold ran to his bag and took a small box out of it. He got back to Geneva and grabbed her hands. She smiled. Harold opened the box and stunned her. There’s a beautiful necklace inside the box. He took it and put it on Geneva’s neck. She was again shocked by Harold’s weird manners. Harold couldn’t stop smiling; he loves the way Geneva reacted when she got the surprises.
“This is mom’s. She gave me when she was about to…” His voice trailed off. Melancholy plagued him. Geneva got closer to him, trying to calm him down. “But it’s alright, it’s yours now,” Geneva smiled when he said that with a big smile. Then, they continued dancing in an exquisite atmosphere.
“Well... Well… Well… Look who’s here,” Aaron appeared out of nowhere.
Romeo finally got the chance to have a private moment with Juliet. However, Paris positively wants to get them down. A person like him is the bad kind of third party. Cross his name out if you want to find a person to complete your threesome.
He dragged Mrs. Jenny, the discipline teacher, along with him. Mrs. Jenny wasn’t really happy to see Geneva and Harold who were intimating on the rooftop. “Tomorrow, I’ll see in you in detention class at three. Don’t be late, or you know what will happen!” She sounded so furious. But a detention class? Oh come on, Harold and Geneva would love it; especially when they can actually spend more time together.
“Clean up this… Well Harold, it’s very smart of you to do so but please next time, not on my rooftop,” She said firmly, walking to the door and heading to her office.
“Well alright Madam!” Harold giggled. Aaron stomped out from the place, leaving Harold and Geneva alone. He is certainly having some horrendous plan to bring them down to the core. He smirked all the way down to his Lacrosse practice.
“Well, that sounds like a good thing, isn’t it?” Harold’s nose touched Geneva’s. Both giggled.
SOS! Somebody has to stop the wacky Aaron Gonzalez!
