I’m Coming Back To My Girl By July

I get up from the table. I leave money on the table for Matt, he doesn’t ask for it or want it really but I feel bad for getting him up ridiculously early every morning, just to make me breakfast. I walk out the door to see the all too blinding sunlight hit my eyes. I still have her note in my hand, I read it again. I take a walk down the shore front looking for a blue house. I spend most of the morning looking for a blue house, but there is no blue house. I still walked looking for one even though I know there isn’t one.

The only building that was blue was my apartment building, and I would have noticed if anyone moved in, or out. I walked home, feeling disappointed that I couldn’t find her house. Walking up the stairs towards my top floor apartment I tripped up on some empty boxes.

There was an open door from with Jeanneau walked out to find me lying on the floor staring up at her. A smile slowly appeared on her face and then her smile turned into laughter. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

She helped me up off the floor. Her hands were so soft. They couldn’t be compared to anything in this world. She stood there with an amazing smile on her face. “hey. I didn’t think you would ever come find me.”

“I tried to find you but I couldn’t find another blue house apart from my own, so I was headed home ‘cos I didn’t know anyone had moved in or out.” I thought I’d better explain myself, I didn’t want her to think I didn’t try to find her.

“You live here? I didn’t know. And I thought everyone could hear up move in last night ‘cos of the noise we made dropping boxes and everything.”

“It must have been when I was asleep for a few hours. I sleep like a log.” She was laughing again.

“Do you want to come up to mine?” these were the only words that were coming out of my mouth.

“Sure.”

But If You Left It Up To Me, Everyday Would Be A Holiday From Real

This. This was what I needed in my life.

“So what’s your name?” She asked as Matt walked away to get our food. She was playing with a napkin.

“Jack. Like me.” I had said that to far too many people, I just blend into the background with a common name like Jack, this way they remember me for me.

“Jack. I’ve never met anyone called Jack before. It’s nice.” Her smile had lit up my day completely, and it wasn’t even 6am yet. She look up at me, her eyes bright. I was smiling back, who couldn’t? “So where abouts do you live? Like round here?” I took a deep breath, just as Matt walked over with two plates full of everything you can fry plus a bowl of cereal and some pop- tarts.

“Jack lives five doors down the road. Never eats his breakfast in his apartment anymore, so I have to get up to make it for him.”

“Thanks Matt! I love the food here, who doesn’t?” he could hear some sarcasm in my voice. It made me laugh when he rolled his eyes and left.

We ate. We didn’t speak or look at each other for half an hour. We just ate. Once finished I looked up at her. She was writing on the napkin she was playing with earlier. She passed it to me then left, leaving me all alone. I read the note she had left.

This was awesome.

Come find me later, if you consider us friends.

Blue house above the blue ocean.

J.

I Talk So Much I’m Sure I Didn’t Realise I’d Gone Crazy…

We walked slowly towards the café. I knew it would be open; it always is at this time. My friend runs it, he only opens at this time for me to get something good down my undeserving throat. He’s a way better friend than I deserve.

“So… how long have you been living here?” she asked as we walked down the sun lit shore. She was smiling as we walked, I don’t know what at, but she was smiling.

“I don’t know really. Since I was about 16 probably. I decided I had to get away from it all. My mum’s death, and my drunken dad.” I couldn’t help but tell her why I was here; it seemed natural to talk about my life. “I just got in my crappy car and left.”

“Just like that? Just get up and go?” she looked jealous of one of my many bad decisions I had made in life. “I wish my life was that simple.”

“Here’s the place.” I said pointing to the café. I never wanted to interrupt her story. Her voice was just like music to my ears. We walked up and I rattled my fist off the glass door three short times. That was my signal to Matt that I wanted some food. The door opened and Matt was standing there with a very confused look on his face.

“Who’s your friend?” He asked as we walked in. he closed the door behind him and showed us to a table for two. I usually sat myself most mornings.

“This is…” that’s when I realised that I didn’t actually know my mysterious girls name.

“My name’s Jeanneau. Like the city in Alaska.” She told both me and Matt. I smiled, this was probably the first time Matt had seen me smile in a long time. Too long actually.

This Mix Could Burn A Hole In Anyone… But It Was You I Was Thinking Of.

She turned and stared back. Her eyes were so wide. Light blue. And more perfect than the sky. I couldn’t think of any conclusion to “hello”. My mind was completely blank. All my thoughts were taken over by her perfection and beauty. She slowly removed her headphones I hadn’t noticed she was wearing.

“hi.” She spoke with such perfect notes. Her voice was like a mix of my favourite song, all mashed together into perfection.

“eh…. Hi. I was wondering what you’re doing here?” Damn. That wasn’t the first question I wanted to ask. Or the second actually.

“I needed to get away. My family is so chaotic right now.” She had turned to look back out at the slowly rising sun. the orange was lighting up her face like I had never seen before. It was beautiful. “We just moved here. We arrived at like half twelve last night. I couldn’t sleep properly so I came out here, looking for peace.” She told her story as if she had had to tell it over a thousand times before now.

“oh.” I slowly moved towards her, eventually ending up at the end of the dock. “I come out here most mornings because I can’t sleep either.” I couldn’t focus on the sun rise because she was sitting next to me. Her beauty and perfection was greater than the sunrise. I could sit here for hours watching her, doing nothing. “This is sorta my place. No one ever comes down here anymore. This place is almost like a ghost town.” She giggled. “What’s so funny?” I said smiling back.

“I just realised that my parents have moved me from the busiest city in America, to here, the quietest beach town in America. My parents will never survive.” She looked down at her iPod and changed the track.

“What you listening to?” Another stupid question. She’d obviously think I’m some sort of creep if I keep asking questions like this.

“Oh. It’s just a mix of songs I put together for the move. I can’t stand listening to my parents talk about this place as if it was an amazingly popular town. It seems like just another beach town. Destroyed by tourism in another town just down the road.” She was right. It was as if she had lived here through it all. I had.

“You know your new town very well then.” I was trying to make jokes. Not a good idea if I wanted to make friends with her. I had only known her less than five minutes and I was thinking of inviting her to breakfast.

“So… where can I go for something good to eat around here? Or is no where open yet?”

And Today Was A Day, Just Like Any Other…

Nothing will change my life. Every day is just another repeat of the last. Every month, exactly the same as the last. My car stays crappy, running on the overpriced gas that this world is thirsty for. Our lives are all one big lie, never revealing the truth. Our minds are all safes that will never be cracked, even by the best specialists. If only everyone saw the world as I saw it.

I wake in the dark cold room that is my only space in the world. It’s summer, it should be warmer than it is in my room, but my apartment will never be suited to the seasons. These four walls build my sanctuary, my hidden place, only not hidden everyone can see it. I roll over and look at the clock. The numbers shine brightly, letting me know that it is way too early to be awake. If 5am was meant to be seen, the sky wouldn’t be dark. I decide to roll over and look out my window. Not much of a view, only a dimly lit beach. I can see the local workers awaking to the new day. New. Never will it be new to me. Only the day repeats itself, letting light onto the untouched darkness of the world. My clothes are lying in a bundle on my floor, I pick them up. I put them on, since when did society decide we had to change and wash a t-shirt after every individual use, if it’s not dirty I’m going to wear it.

I take a stroll along the beach like I do most mornings. I don’t sleep as well as I used to. The streets are quiet; the occasional noise of a van delivering goods interrupts, but only briefly. I walk to end of the beach. There is a dock there, but no one uses it anymore. I sit here almost every day, but today I just stare. There is a girl already there. She is sitting where I usually sit. Her hair is blowing back in the soft breeze. Why she is here is a mystery to me.

I walk slowly towards her, “hello…”