Perfect attraction

When you're young, you don't think about death.

By the age of, say, about ten years, we don't even know what that word means. But still, what is death?

If you follow the dex, the word death means, Cessation of life, cessation of all vital functions, end of life. If you look at the dex, you'll find that. A definition.

But in the end, who knows what death really means?

For example, I believe that death is the moment when, under different circumstances, the human body becomes too weak for the soul and it must free itself, to go to the afterlife or return to another body, depending on what beliefs you have.

I said that when you are a child, you don't really know what death is because you don't have much to do with it.

Well, that wasn't my case.

I was nine years old when I found out I was going to die, and that's my story. Jade - 17 years old

-Come on, Jade! We are going to have fun!

-I don't even know how to swim. How can I have fun?

Stela, my cousin rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips as if I were a small child who doesn't understand what she is being told and she has to explain to him again:

-Come on, Jade! It's a beach party! You don't have to take a bath, you can just sunbathe!

-You know I don't like sitting in the sun, I burn right away!

- Ești în nenorocitul de Los Angeles! If you don't like the sun and the sea, why did God come here?

To get rid of my mother and father for at least three months, but of course they don't tell her that, instead I say:

-It's summer vacation and I would be bored alone at home in a block all day.

-Okay, but we have to go to that party! There will be a lot of people, maybe some nice guys!

Stela winks at me and I shake my head:

-Ah, come on! I beg you!

He starts pulling my hand until I give in and get up from the bed:

-Okay!

-Come on!

Stela claps her hands and jumps up. It's like a small child sometimes:

-But you will wash the dishes for the rest of the week come.

-OK! Now let's see how we dress.

I look at my blue shorts and the yellow T-shirt, which has kind of gone the real yellow and now a little more washed out: -What do

the clothes on me have?

Stela puts her head back and laughs as if I were telling a good joke. She pushes me into her huge closet, which, by the way, I found is about the size of my bedroom at home.

Our mothers are sisters. But when Stela's mother married a man who became an impresario, I don't know which singer, her mother married a man who became an accountant, who spends his free time watching TV, and who sometimes plays chess for fun.

Therefore, Steaua's family is rich. Not mine. But I am not complaining. I'm happy with what I have.

After we get dressed, I wear a yellow summer dress and Stela in a dress similar to mine, only in green, we leave the house.

The beach is close, less than half a kilometer away, so we walk. Stela wants to take the car, but I don't even want to hear it. If I can wake up at home half an hour early every morning so I can take the subway to the other side of town to get to school, she can walk two blocks.

After complaining almost all the way about the heat and the fact that the sun is beating down on her head, we reach the beach.

It's already six in the evening but it's always warm here, especially during the summer and it's light until late.

Stela pulls me to her group of friends. They are placed on towels laid flat or on a plank or folding chair.

He introduces me to some of them, but of course I don't remember their names. It just so happens that I get to know someone and in the next second I have no idea what their name is. I just don't remember him.

But I keep my eyes open, especially the blue ones. If you tell me your name, I'll forget your name in about 2 to 2 seconds. If you have blue eyes, I'll remember you my whole life.

The party means a little music, some of the girls undress in their suits to tan and some go into the water.

I refuse when I'm offered a beer. I don't like alcohol, period.

About an hour later, when Stela is caught up in a conversation about which I don't know the subject, I get up and start walking. I see a small pontoon a few meters away so I walk on it.

It is made of wood, it is not very long, and under it, the water is deeper.

I'm getting ready to go back when someone shouts, "

Watch out! "

At first I don't know if it's addressed to me, but then something hits me and I lose my balance. My legs are tangled, I take a few steps to regain my balance and of course, luckily for me, I put my foot empty and fall.

Damn it!

My dress flutters, I reach out to try to hold on to something, but my fingers just catch air.

I breathe in my chest when my body makes contact with the water and then I start to go to the bottom because I can't swim.

I shake hands and feet as I think I do when you swim, but I probably don't do anything right because I keep going to the bottom of the water instead of the surface. I feel my lungs start to burn.

I'm going to die, I tell myself. And I'm going to have the dumbest death possible. I didn't even get to learn to play the guitar the way I always wanted to.

I will die.

I feel something grab my arm and I am pulled from the water to the surface.

When my head is above the water, I start coughing and gasping for breath.

Someone lifts me up and carries me to shore. He lays me on the sand and I open my eyes.

The sun is shining and everything I see at the beginning is a silhouette. Then when he moves a little, I see he's a boy.

A boy looking at me with blue eyes and worried:

-Are you okay?

I cough once more and rise to my feet:

-I'm fine!

-God, I'm sorry! One of my friends hit you with the ball!

-It's fine. Really.

The star appears immediately next to us:

-Oh, Saint Elvis, are you okay?

-Yes. Yes I'm good.

-What the hell are you doing in the water if you don't know how to swim? she asks me . I was

mowing the asphalt ... What else could I do?

-Don't you know how to swim? The guy who saved me

from shaking his head wonders,

"But you're in Los Angeles." he tells me as if this thing should be obvious

Stick a poster on my forehead with: He lives in Los Angeles and can't swim, what the hell?

-Why do you still have this obsession? I'm in Los Angeles and I can't swim. What's so big about it? There are also people inside.

"Looks like it exists," he admits.

He looked at me for a moment and held out his hand.

"I'm Tristan!"

- Jade!

"Nice to meet you, Jade!"

He smiles at me and helps me to my feet and only now is the time when I can see him well.

He is taller than me with a head, he has a wide smile, with perfect teeth. He is tanned and is wearing a pair of briefs and a T-shirt that highlights his strong arms.

Now is the time to realize she's sexy.

And he has blue eyes.

And his name is Tristan. Oh, wow! I remembered his name, well that's something new.

Someone was whistling. We both turn our heads towards a group of boys, the one with a ball in his hand shouts:

-Sadman, are you coming or what are you doing?

He looked at me.

"I have to go, but I guess we'll see each other again?"

-Yeah sure.

He nods at me and then runs to his friends.

"What the hell just happened?"

-I have no idea. I go home.

-Come on, Jade, you can't leave in the middle of the party!

-Aaa, yes, I can. I was going to drown and I'm soaking wet.

I point to my flabby dress. "

I'm leaving. " But you can stay.

He looks at me and bites his lip as if thinking of what to do. Finally he says:

-Okay, see you at home.

Why am I not surprised at all? I nod and go to Steaua's house.

When I arrive, I take off my wet dress, take a shower and change into something comfortable and then go down to the kitchen to grab a snack.

Their house is big and almost always empty. Her father is always gone and Stela's mother only comes home in the evening, so if it's not the day the housekeeper comes, then the house is empty.

I grab a bowl of chips and sit on the big sofa in the living room. I turn on the TV and look for a movie. Jade - 17 years old

Stela persuades me to go to a party with her on Friday night. Don't think that I wanted to go for a moment, but when a person like Stela sticks to your head for three whole days saying in a "Please" or "Come on, Jade! We're going to have fun!" you end up saying yes only to your mental health for fear of going crazy.

So on Friday night, we are in Stela's room where she

is trying on clothes and shoes: -How's that for me?

She appears in front of me with a black dress, a lot on her body, which highlights her figure:

-Looks good.

-But you said the same about the last ten I tried.

-Yes, what do I do if everything looks good?

-But "okay", that's not enough! It must be gorgeous! Off, oh, Jade! Don't help me at all!

He makes a sullen face and I can't help but roll my eyes. She's my cousin and I love her, but sometimes I even hate her pampered baby.

-I think I'll still dress like that.

He looks in the mirror and nods.

"Now it's time to see what you're wearing." I have a few ...

-Oh, wait a minute! If I come to this party, I'll be dressed the way I want to be.

-But Jade, your fashion tastes aren't ... they seem to be looking for the right word ... let's just say they don't match what they're wearing here.

I shrug:

-What if? I'm going to dress the way I want to because that's what I want. I have to feel good in my clothes. I don't care if anyone else doesn't like it.

She wants to contradict me, but before she can, I get up from her bed and go to my room.

***

We arrive at the party with the car of one of Steaua's friends. I don't really like this thing. The location of the party is quite far from Steaua's house and if I want to leave sooner, I don't have a car. Off!

The house where the party is held is also big, like the Star's, with a pool yard and all that.

Stela, in her black dress, draws attention as soon as we enter, and I, in my denim shorts and dark purple T-shirt, with cropped shoulders and a little short at the waist, try to go unnoticed.

Steaua's friends appear next to us immediately, even among a whole group of rich kids, he still manages to stand out.

I end up going with her group and we go out into the yard where people sit around the pool. At first it's just a story and I drink something, but after half an hour, people start undressing in their underwear and throwing themselves into the pool.

It doesn't take long for the one from Steaua's group to do the same, until she undresses too, but I know she won't go into the water because she's going to ruin her hair and makeup, it's just like that to show off her figure:

-Come on, Jade! Take off those clothes from you!

There are a few whistles from her friends, but I get to my feet.

"Actually, I have to go to the bathroom, so I'm going to look for her!"

I'm leaving before he can say anything more. I go into the house and start looking for the bathroom. Okay, I don't really need to go to the bathroom, so I wander around the house more to spend my time. God, she's huge. What about these people and these houses? How many people live here because they need six bedrooms? I bet three, four at most.

I open the door of a room, it's not a bathroom, and it's dark, but my gaze is stolen by the huge glass window through which you can look at a beautiful part of the city lights:

-It's the best place to look at the city.

I start and turn my back scared by the voice in the dark:

-God! Why the hell are you hiding in the dark?

A figure appears in front of the window and smiles at me:

-I wasn't hiding in the dark. I was just enjoying the view. I'm sorry if I scared you.

He takes a few steps towards me and when the light falls on one side of his face, I recognize him: -

Sad?

-Jade?

He starts laughing:

-Wow! Will all our meetings be so weird?

I shrug and smile . "

Possible. " By my cousin's standards, I can often be considered a strange person.

-Nee. I don't believe in that.

-What do you believe in?

-In all this weird phase. Just because some people think or act differently doesn't make them weird. Just because you don't fit into the norm doesn't mean someone is weird. I mean, after all, what does normal mean? It's just a standard set by people. Some people have chosen what is normal so how do we know if it is correct? How do we know that normal is normal?

Whistle of admiration:

-Wow!

He grins,

"Yeah, I tend to become philosophical if I go to bed late and I don't sleep."

We look at each other and start laughing:

-Do you live here? I ask

-Nee, it's a friend's house. My apartment is like a box of matches next to this house.

I nod.

"I know what you're saying."

We look for a few moments at the beautiful panorama in front of us and then he suddenly turns to me:

-You know that I did not have the opportunity to meet officially, I do not know your full name.

-Why would you like to know my full name?

-Because I want to invite you to the city and I want to use your full name when I do.

His smile widened and he looked into my eyes:

-So?

I look at him. What do I know about the boy in front of me?

His name is Tristan. He has an apartment in town. He's in school in Los Angeles.

He has blue eyes.

It practically saved my life, that should be enough for me to go out with him once in the city, but still, when I do, I think it's more because of those gorgeous blue eyes. I hold out my hand:

- Jade Wilson!

He grins and takes my hand in his:

-Tristan Gray, delighted to meet you! So, Jade Wilson, do you want to go out with me?

I bite my lip and nod:

-Yes.

-That's great! Are you free tomorrow?

-Let me check my diary! Oh, dap, I'm free!

-I have a question. What do you choose between sweet and savory?

-I think sweet. Why?

-Eh, details.

I start laughing:

-You're weird.

-Not strange. Just different.

I nod and I like that word. Different. Sounds much better than weird.