MSC (Rewritten)♡•~

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR: The Most Beautiful And Painful Part

By the time we'd gotten off the bus, the sun was beginning to set. I had to speed walk to keep up with Jesse thanks to his long legs, and he laughed, lending me his arm for me to walk alongside him. I could feel myself heating up as I held onto his muscular forearm, and we kind of walked quietly down the street and towards my neighbourhood.

When we finally did reach the turning that turned into my road, I felt Jesse slip my hand from his arm, and interlace his fingers with mine. I could almost hear my hammering heartbeat in my ears, as I stopped walking and looked down at her hands. Jesse stopped walking too.

"Is this okay?" He asked, his voice lowered. I nod, not being able to form words. "Jem. Before you get home, can I take you to one more place?"

I looked up at him, curiously. "Where?"

"The park. There's something I want you to see." He replied, his deep brown eyes boring into mine.

I gulped, unsure of what exactly to think at this point in time. Was he going to ask me out? Was this really happening?"Sure..." I replied, in almost a whisper.

I followed him to the park at the end of the street, and we settled down on one of the benches. There were a few moments of silence, before I finally grew impatient and spoke."What is it that you wanted to show me?"

He pointed ahead of us, at the pink, orange sky, as the bright ball of light began to lower down.

"The sunset?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at me with a teasing smile. "I decided to end this date on a cliche note. Sitting in front of the sunset."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "I really doubt you brought me here just to look at the sun."

Jesse snorted. "There's no getting past you is there?" I shrugged in response. He ran his hand down his face, and I could tell he was flustered. I wanted him to hurry up, already. What was it he wanted to tell me?

He then pulled out his phone from his pocket, and started scrolling through it. "There was a poem that I wrote a long time ago. You said you wanted to read some of my stuff, right?"

"Right." I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. So it was just his poem he wanted to show me. I shook the thought away. I could finally get to see his talents. This was a great way to get to know him better. Perhaps I really needed to accept that things shouldn't go too far so quickly with us yet...

"I have to admit something. This was the first poem I'd ever written myself. I read so many of them, but trying my hand on one was different. This is the first and last complete poem I've created. I tried to make others, but I never managed to finish them." Jesse smiled, nervously, his eyes still glued to his phone, and not on me. "By the way I was eleven when I wrote this, and hella dramatic so cringe alert." He let out a shaky laugh.

"That's fine. I'm sure whatever you want to show me is great." I replied, attempting to comfort him.

He nodded gratefully, before handing me his phone. When I took it from him, I noticed his hands were slightly trembling. He quickly drew them back, and looked away. "Are you alright?" I asked him, worriedly.

Jesse nodded, but stayed silent. I turned back to the phone to read what he had written.

There are too many colours. But when there are too many colours, it gets lonely.

But sometimes there is one. Yellow. And when it's yellow, it's warm.

When it's yellow

Things feel like they can be normal.

Then I step forward,

And the colours mix again