The bird in the bush
“Geeks, that’s all they are” claimed Richard. No one knew anything about us. We were the kids that stuck together everywhere, played Pokémon on our Gameboys in the hallway and wore glasses. What are supposedly characteristics of a geek, but Dusk and I couldn’t have cared less.
Dusk was the best friend any guy could have. He was tall and lanky and had long, curly hair that cascaded like a waterfall to his shoulders. He wasn’t what you’d call ‘hot’, but he had a good attitude and that was all that mattered. He amused me, was brave and boundless, loyal and caring, everything everyone wants in a friend. It was during year 7 that Dusk and I met, we were the dorky guys that didn’t have anyone to talk to, so I decided to say “hi”. I’ve never regretted a moment after it.
We lived so far from each other however that didn’t stop us from accomplishing the “fun” things. We had sleepovers frequently which contained watching hours of star wars, reading comics and studying. Our nature adapted accordingly to the weather, drinking a nice cold beverage from Starbucks by the beach during the sweltering summer days and hitting up trivia night at the local bar on rainy days. No one had ever brought so much joy to my life. Dusk was the person I spent most of my time with and someone I cherished.
One night Dusk called me, a regular occurrence as we had no other way of communicating outside of school. He told me how he had tried out for the basketball team and made it. I had never felt so proud and ecstatic for him. This was Dusks’ first ever ‘real’ achievement.
The day after Dusk couldn’t come home with me as he had basketball training. He told me how they took it so seriously and how he could spend limited hours with me to concentrate on the sport. I stared at the wall ahead of me and a million thoughts rushed into my head. I felt like crying and managed to find the strength to say alright. Secretly, I wasn’t.
The following days I couldn’t bear to look Dusk hang out in
Dusk was the best friend any guy could have. He was tall and lanky and had long, curly hair that cascaded like a waterfall to his shoulders. He wasn’t what you’d call ‘hot’, but he had a good attitude and that was all that mattered. He amused me, was brave and boundless, loyal and caring, everything everyone wants in a friend. It was during year 7 that Dusk and I met, we were the dorky guys that didn’t have anyone to talk to, so I decided to say “hi”. I’ve never regretted a moment after it.
We lived so far from each other however that didn’t stop us from accomplishing the “fun” things. We had sleepovers frequently which contained watching hours of star wars, reading comics and studying. Our nature adapted accordingly to the weather, drinking a nice cold beverage from Starbucks by the beach during the sweltering summer days and hitting up trivia night at the local bar on rainy days. No one had ever brought so much joy to my life. Dusk was the person I spent most of my time with and someone I cherished.
One night Dusk called me, a regular occurrence as we had no other way of communicating outside of school. He told me how he had tried out for the basketball team and made it. I had never felt so proud and ecstatic for him. This was Dusks’ first ever ‘real’ achievement.
The day after Dusk couldn’t come home with me as he had basketball training. He told me how they took it so seriously and how he could spend limited hours with me to concentrate on the sport. I stared at the wall ahead of me and a million thoughts rushed into my head. I felt like crying and managed to find the strength to say alright. Secretly, I wasn’t.
The following days I couldn’t bear to look Dusk hang out in