♪Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt eul♪

 “*yawn* why did I ever thought rickroll make a great alarm?” I mumble while still feeling sleepy.

Well, I still kinda shocked about the past experience though. 12 years wondering what are people talking about and thinking they conspired on me but now I fiinaly understand what does they means.

Dreaming

Something that alien to me. For as long as I remember, I thought ‘dreaming’ is a code for something or maybe it’s a theory that so popular, even the most isolated person on earth know about it.

Well, everyone but me.

Since I was born, I rarely sleep and most of the time I wide awake in the middle of night. My parent used to scold me when I roaming around at midnight until one day I tell them my condition when I was six. They didn’t belive me at first, but after conviced them to bring me to a hospital to get checked, they were shocked when the doctor’s result come out.

The doctor conclude that I have some kind of anomaly that render me to unable to sleep most of the time. In addition, he said that my body hardly ever fatigued after a stamina examination. I don’t remember what my parent’s reaction to this at that time, but I still remeber the time my dad brought me a PlayStation complete with bunch of video games. He said that I can only play when I can’t get any sleep and not to overdo it.

Of course I never listen to him, game is literally my live. Every sleepless night when everyone fast asleep, my consoles keeping me company with their pixel and graphic and CG and something alike. Have I ever told you I love Video game? Well now you know.

I look around the room I sleep in, observing the many consoles and CD’s and game cartridge and ect and ect neatly arranged on their represantif shelf. Most of the game in the room are sci-fi themed, there is some fantasy and real life simulator stuff but they are minority. Did I already mentioned this is NOT my bed room? I don’t think so.

By the way, when did I fall asleep? I know i’m in the middle of playing a game but I don’t remember I fell asleep, not like I ever does considering it’s a rare occurance to me.

Oh well, no use sweating about it. Rising up from my gaming chair (bean chair), I make my way out of the game room to my bedroom. I take some clean clothes and a towel then go to the bathroom, doing my bussiness. Feeling fresh, I walk through the corridor into the dinning room/kitchen. As usual, nobody but me in the house.

Dad still working while mom still traveling. They start becoming busy arond the time I graduate grade school. The only time they both home is on my birthday or their anniversary and thats it. Not Thanksgiving, Not Christmas, Not even gramp’s funneral.

Sometimes they can be such a cold people, but I know that infact they’re an extremly busy people who can only spare time for their immidiate family. I don’t care what everyone said about them, to me they are the best parent any kids could ask for.

Fixing breakfast for myself remind me of how I used to be terrible at cooking. I’ll never forget the time my mom passed out when she saw me smeared in ketchup. But now I proudly say that i’m a decent cook. Not long after I finished making breakfast consist of sunny side up egg, lamb chop, and a simple mashed potato.

After finishing my  breakfast and washing the dishes, I take my school bag  in my bedroom and go out to school (DUH). I greet my neighbor whos walking his pet dog while passing him. I also lightly throw peebles to a window of certain house to wake the inhabitant up. For Your Information, they asked me to do this.

On my way I met one of my friends. Her name is Iris and she’s what would you call the school idol, not just for her look but also her personality. She has so many fans, both boys and girls alike. Not only that, she’s actually the student council SECRETARY and has a high reputation for being the smartest girl at school. Drop death goddess some may says.

Iris is a tall girl with wavy brown hair, blue eyes and slim figure with B-cup breast on top (or front, which ever you like). She’s currently wearing the school uniform design for female stuco members, red blazer with white shirt underneath adorned with golden yellow ribbon, similary red short pleated skirt, black stocking and penny loafer shoes. The second last are actually not exactly a requirement but you already figure it out, right?

I on the other hand am a guy with no defining feature. Black hair in tidy side fringe, black eyes, lanky build and plain charm. I wear the normal male school uniform, blue blazer, black tie, white shirt, blue long pants, socks and a sneaker. All student wear a brosche according to their grade. Freshmen get a Green Leaf, Sophomore get a Blue Flower while Senior get a White Tree. Me and Iris are freshmen so we got the green leaf.

Now I know what you thinking now, ‘how can an ordinary game addict like you can be close to a school goddess?’ or the like. To tell you the truth she’s actually a childhood friend of mine up to 5th grade because her family moving out of the town. Back then she was plain as hell and nobody want to be friend with her except me.

Since then we becomes friend and even now, after so long she still remeber me. Isn’t that wonderfull? Not really. With great friendship comes a great conflict. Many boys tried to keep me away from her in the first day but the second day nobody even attempted to get close to me. Is this what you call ‘neglect play’?

“Morning Charlie.” Iris says as I approach her.

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“Morn’, how’s the stuco stuff doin?” I ask her.

“Horrible! I barely made it last night. Why did I agreed to do their job anyway? 5 hours sleep is the only reward I got for my stupidity.” Iris says while rubbing her tired eyes. Ever since she becomes the council secretary last month, she only rant about how incompetent everyone at the stuco excluding the treasury. She even said she wants to strangle the president for being the worst of them all.  I attentively listen to her droning while making sure she walk safely. Don’t want to be blamed for hurting the precious girl by the student body, I thought.

“Anyway, how are you doing?” Iris says when she finished nagging. Thought she never stop.

“Actualy I finally got myself a dream for the first time tonight.” I brag for apparently no particullary solid reason.

“Heeeh, you already have one of those, huh? So, who is it?”

“Who is it what?”

“You know, who are you dreamed about? An upperclassmen? Classmate? Or perhaps me?” she says while blushing a bit when she says the last line

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I recognize any of them but I remember seeing a beautifull girl. Well, my dream probably didn’t last that long but it was a solid experience.” I say, still not sure what the heck she means.

“Oh, well.... how she looks like?”

“Well, the only thing I remember is that she has dazzling blue eyes  and that she shout hella loud, I was like doing this stuff when I heard yell from bellow and I was like thoursand km above her.”

“Wait, what are you even dreaming about?” Iris ask, looking confused. I tell her the detail of my dream as much as I could and she just facepalming at the end of my tale. Her face turn red and I can kinda see smoke rise on top of her head. She mumble something I can’t heard clearly while massaging her temple.

In the end, she looks kind of dissapointed yet relived at the same time. I ask her whats wrong but she said it’s fine. I just nod on that and we continue our way to school.

We arrive at school and just about time when the P.E. teacher about to close the gate. Even if Iris were late, he’ll probably let her through. Can’t say when it’s me though. We rush to our respective class and i’m relived when the teacher haven’t arrive yet.

Classess are boring as usual. I may not the smartest kid in school or anything but I still maintain decent grade though I never tried hard or anything. Granny always rant when I didn’t get an  average grade so i just study enough to be exactly above average. I just can’t wait for the class to end, honestly.

Driiiiiiiiiing

Speak of the devil.

Right after the lunch bell ring, I receive a message on my phone.

[Rooftop, the usual, 5 minute]

Wasting no time, I rush to the cafetaria and manage to be the first to arrive. I begin to buying many item such as melon bread, noodle bread, chocobanana bread, ultramilk, lemon soda, and coffee. They are out of mocha so I end up buying cappucino. After that I skillfully avoid the traffic of students and made it to the rooftop in time. Exactly 5 minute. Master in heaven must be proud of me.

“YOU’RE LATE, SHITHEAD!!”

Well, close enough.

In front of me are two Sophomore senior and one of my classmate. The first upperclasman is Alex, the one who just yelled at me, is a tall guy with toned body but not too much. He has a messy crimson hair (waxed) and vermilion eyes, at least that what the girls says. The other upperclasman is George, long black hair tied into ponytail, black eyes and about the same build like Alex albeit not as toned as him and actually half a head taller than him as well. Lastly we have Jean, Blonde hair, brown eyes, a head shorter than the other two and the slimmest out of the three.

They’re a part of the school basketball team that just win the championship last month. The basketball member are considered celebrity around the school. Alex and George even have their own fanclub, while Jean who is still a new member has quiet many admires.

These three are my other friends, poor kids too shy to buy their own lunch. Around 13 day ago, they suddenly comes right to me, bring me to the gym locker, and asking me to buy them lunch while giving me a friendly tap in the face, chest, shoulder, back, and stomach, with fists. Until now I think I done a good job, with occasional mistake such as ‘the bread taste horrible’ or ‘the drinks are warm’ or...

“Oi!”

“What is it, Jean?” I ask him when a coffee-can fly by pass me at a high speed.

“I said mochachino, NOT cappuchino you idiot!”

Or ‘wrong item, dummy!’ if I follow the book.

I tried to explain to him that there are no mocha but it seem Jean didn’t even tried to listen. He’s very moody when he didn’t get his daily dose of caffein. After a short discussion with them, it is decide that I give him all the money on me to make up for it, the usual consequences.

After that they then send me out to my own device so i go straight downstair heading to my classroom when I felt someone looking at me. Turning around I was met with Iris, she was surprised whe our gaze met but quickly recovered. She ask me what my bussiness at the roof so I just tell her I was helping my friends. She look disapointed with my answer so I just shrug it off and went ahead to the class.

When I arrived, everyone in the class look toward my way with a look of astonishment. I already understand that i’m not a looker type so they must look at Iris who just following me around the whole time. Have I ever mention we were in a different class? Probably not.

“Umm Charlie, this morning when I cook my lunch I accidently made too much. So, would you mind helping me with them?” Iris says while handing me a lunch box out of nowhere, or I actually didn’t realize she bringing it the whole time.

Either way I accept her offer, like what my dad always said ‘never refuse freebies from a friend, even if it poisoned’ or the like. While we eating, I commed her dishes and give her advise for the next time she make it again. She’s not a terrible cook heself but appart from spicy food, she can’t taste for shit. I still remeber the time we go to a New Spanyol restaurant and get diarrhea for a days.

I heard wishper and scowl around my table and saw the look of many boys and girls alike in contempt. Well, its actually their fault. If you really like someone you just have to come to them. No need to be so distant and feel complicated, just take a seat and be friendly. Take Alex, George and Jean as example, they didn’t hestitate to come to me and now we are friends.

Right after we finish our meal the bell ring yet again. Iris hastly pack her boxes and make her to her class after we said our goodbye. She’ll always be a busy body no matter what happen huh, that girl. The spectator dispress after their idol leave the room. Some of them still stare dagger at me. I just don’t get their problem is. Jean arrive at the class shortly after Iris exited. He look calmer now but still giving me the glare. Well, sorry if the mocha is out of stock. Next time though i’ll make sure to bring one from home. But won’t that make the coffee warm? Oh well, i’ll find the solution later.

Class still boring as usual so I just write down what the teach says and write on the board. After the last periode end its time for club activity or in my case and many other, going home. When I was just passed the school gate my phone rang. When I checked, there’s a message from Alex,

[Rooftop, NOW!]

This is the first time I got this kind of message so I just rush to the roof hopping nothing bad happened. Along the way I pass Iris and we give ourself a short greeting. I got no time to chat and quickly arrive at the place. I was met with the trio wielding a baseball bat in on their hand.

“C’mere now.” George said while gesturing a ‘come over’ signal.

The door to the rooftop were closed and I was surrounded by the three in triangle formation. In the silence I was wondering what they planning to do. I tried to ask them what’s up but they didn’t answer. Though Alex did avoid looking at me the whole time while George massaging his temple while having a complicated look in his face.

*WHACK*

Suddenly Jean  hit me right in the back of my head. I know it was him because the other two standing right in front me. Alex look suprised while George seemingly yell at Jean about something. My hearing gone messed up the momment he hit my head so I didn’t understand what they says. For now I tried to crawl to the door when suddenly my back was stomped by someone. I tried to take a look at the preprator when he immediately hit my face with the bat. I was thrown away from the door to a ventilation machine something. My vision turn blurry while I see three figure coming close to me.

They proceed too hit me again, and again, and again, and again. My senses turn awry  before long when suddenly, they stopped. They stopped hitting me. I was wondering what happening when something grab me out of nowhere. I tried to make sense of the situation but my vision turn darken. I think I have experience a similiar thing. Thats right, the dream! My vision was darken just like in the dream.

For some reason my hearing coming back somehow and I heard someone screaming. I don’t know who it was but now I understand why the punching stoped. Whatever happen on me right now must must have happened to others.

The screaming abruptly stopped and my body feel chilli. My vision completely turn dark and I can’t hear anything anymore.

*SHINING LIGHT FX*

Out of the blue my sense turn upside down. The previously dark world turn bright while the chill becomes a gentle warmth. I feel something, no, SOMEONE hugging me from behind followed by a soothing voice.

“You are save now, my lord.”