Maya had gone to her honey moon the next day.
I had to go back to New York. I decided to give up on Felix. Keep him as a friend.
Since high-school I had a hard core crush on him. But it wasn't fair to him. We are in different states. And I don't think it's fair for him to hold on to me, where I would be busy every single second there.
So I decided to meet up with him, a day before my flight.
We were at the cafe.
He looked dim, but he still smiled, his hair still messy, his eyes still deep.
"I don't mind being friends, Roxy. I respect your choice." He said, smiling at me.
"I'm sorry Felix, I liked you for the longest time, but I don't want you to give up your chance on love just to be with me. I want you to enjoy your life with a girl you can be with, not someone who is busy and can hardly make time."
We talked for an hour. Not on this topic, but other things. I told him I'd come visit sometime.
As I walked out of the cafe, I went to my motorcycle. I had ordered for it to take to New York. It'd be the last time I'd ride it here.
One last drive.
I got on, wore my helmet and revved the engine. And then, I drove. I didn't know to where, or how long. Eventually I reached my house.
I took off my helmet and looked up at the sky. It was turning to be dusk.
I sighed.
I should pack. Mayven helped me.
"Roxy, I know it's gonna be like, another 3 yers since you're gonna come back, cause you're a busy person and whatnot, so I'm gonna come there to visit you. Even if the tickets are expensive as shit, I'll be there."
I hugged her. "I'll buy the ticket for you, don't worry."
I decided to do one more thing before I left.
I found my old spray cans.
I was going back to be my old self, I was going to act like it.
I jumped the school fence and went to the wall. The wall where that old mad framed my work.
I shook the can, and sprayed it.
Next to my graffiti, I drew that old man, then I signed my name at the bottom of it.
The guards saw me, but didn't say anything. That's weird.
I chuckled.
How well did that old man know me?
To Principal Diaz:
The man who's like a grandfather to me.
I spray painted it under the portrait, next to my plaque.
My flight to New York was tomorrow. I headed back home and my parents questioned me where I went, and why there was paint on me.
After dinner I plopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I look over to my suitcase that was sitting there next to my shelve. Packed and it was waiting for me to take it to leave to New York.
When would be the next time I'd come here? I barely came for anyone's birthday, or Thanksgiving, or Christmas. Even the New Years I'm loaded with work.
Was being a workaholic a good thing?
I mean, it's not like I have others things to do. No love life, my friends would be busy having a family of their own.
At least I'd be the cool rich aunt that'd teach their kids to drive a car when they turn 10.
But I wanted something of my own as well.
The next morning my parents dropped me at the airport, as well as Mayven. I hugged them all and then as I was going to enter the airport, I heard Mason call out my name.
"BLAISE!" He yelled across the airport.
I stood there in shock. He was the last person I expected to come here. I had to go, my flight was going to leave in an hour, and there were A LOT of people at the airport.
He ran to me.
"You're leaving?" he was panting and sweating, with his hands on his knees and then he looked up at me.
"Did you run all the way to the airport? Are you insane?"
"Of course not Blaise. I'm not stupid. My motorcycle ran out of gas at the entrance, so I had to run." he huffed.
"I am leaving. I have work."
"When will you come back?"
"I don't know. Listen, Mason I have to go. So whatever it is you want to tell me, text me."
And I left him. Like that. Like I did eight years ago.
Him wanting to tell me something, and I saying the same thing.
"Text me."
It was a little harsh, but I'm pretty sure it could be said over text. And I do have a flight to catch.
He grabbed my arm.
"Not letting you go. Not again."
Then he let go and sighed.
"I don't hate you." He said. "I never did. I'll text you when you land."
He...
What?
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. I had nothing to say.
"Go, catch your flight." He gave me a soft smile.
Then he kissed my cheek.
HUH?
He walked away before I could smack him.
"ROCKWELL?" I called out for him.
"I LIKE YOU BLAISE. I ALWAYS HAD!"
He grinned brightly, and then he was out of my sight, and I had to go to the airport, for a flight back to New York.
I was confused.
He liked me. All this time?
That was the only thing I could think of the entire flight.