Trust and Friendship (III)

RONNIE'S POV

"Your home late," Vicky greets as I entered the house. She's busy doing her nails, painting it with a pink color. "Just had some fun," I replied. "Fun?!" Vicky's surprised, "Are you learning to socialize, Ronnie?!" Her eyes sparkled like glitter. Hey, I'm not that antisocial.

"Why? Don't I already know that to get started with?" I placed my bag down the sofa. "You were always that stuttering and shy type at the corner of the room. You looked ridiculous when you started talking about colors and stuff to our cousins," she laughed.

"Jeez, we're just not in the same interest, dumbass," I answered. Her lips shaped a small 'o' after hearing my response. "Wow, you also know how to talk back now," she laughs again, "I guess Stardelle really makes their students come out of their shells." I rolled my eyes and left her at the living room.

I entered my room and plopped on my bed, tired from the long day I've had, plus the annoying sister downstairs. That Vicky. I stared at the white, concrete ceiling as a thought enters my head. I tilt my head while thinking about this idea. Why not paint my ceiling?

There's a problem though, I'm not that good in painting and I don't know what to paint. An empty canvas with no reference scares me. I sat up the bed to look for my phone only to remember that it's still in my bag. I don't want to go downstairs.

Lazily, I pulled a leg up to move with all my might. After 30 years, I'm finally downstairs. I went to my bag and quickly took my phone, ignoring the annoying lady at the living room who's watching TV. Before I could even take a step at the stairs, Vicky noticed me and said, "Hey Ronnie, you have any friends in Stardelle already? They any good?"

"What do you mean by 'good'?" I asked. "Special talents of somewhat, stupid."

"Don't have friends yet. And if I had, why would you care for some reasons?" I hissed before taking my first step on the plight of stairs. "Oh, and Vicky," I called, "I'm painting my ceiling, okay?" I quickly ran upstairs to block her response. "Sure, whatever, just don't blow the house up."

@TheRonniekka

Yo

@Jeiroxxx

who even says yo anymore?

@TheRonniekka

Not the point, dummy

@Jeiroxxx

jk need anything?

@TheRonniekka

Yeah. You.

@Jeiroxxx

...

no homo, bro?

@TheRonniekka

Boi….

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT IDIOT

I mean…

I need someone to help me paint my ceiling

@Jeiroxxx

Oh. sure, no probs. when do u wanna do it?

@TheRonniekka

Are you free tomorrow after school?

@Jeiroxxx

yeah, have nothing to do anyways.

@TheRonniekka

You could also bring the two if you want. We can hang out here

@Jeiroxxx

Sure, ill tell them

they gonna paint too?

@TheRonniekka

They good in painting?

If they'd want to help out, that would be nice

@Jeiroxxx

They can paint.

…i think

anyways, I'll just ask them. thanks, Ronnie

@TheRonniekka

Thank u too jeiro~

Mwa~

@Jeiroxxx

Weird kiss but u're welcome

JEIRO'S POV

"Isn't a bit too early to hang out with Ronnie?" Allison asks while twirling her hair, "Don't get me wrong, he's good and fun to be with but isn't it a little too early? I mean, we barely even know him." Kyle nodded in agreement to what the blonde said. "Friendship isn't measured by how long two or more people have known each other, am I right?" I asked.

"You're right, Jeiro, but our point is let's take more time to know Ronnie before hanging out with him. What if he's actually a terrorist or something? We could be in danger," Kyle overactingly said. "Hey guys, chill, Ronnie doesn't have friends here in Stardelle. His friends didn't pass."

"Is that so?" Allison asks, "But still, me and Kyle are not going. Just make up an excuse for us, Jei. It's just…. Our trust issues lingers in here," she points are her head, "Sorry." I responded, "It's okay, I understand. I'll tell Ronnie that you're busy." The both of them nodded before leaving the cafeteria.

"It's sad that the both of them can't come," Ronnie pouts while staring at the train window. "Yeah, the two of those are always busy," I added. "It's okay." A long pause occured that only the whirring sound of the train engine poured around the vehicle.

"How long have you known each other?" Ronnie asks out of the blues. "Since we were young…"

We met when my father wanted me to attend a summer school. There, we were tested to find which tracks are we good at for further training. I obviously got trained for arts. I met Kyle as a crying kid down the hallway when he was afraid to enter the computer lab. He was seen to be a prodigy in programing. Allison on the other hand was a great cook. No one compared to her at the kitchen. We met her in the cafeteria when we were tasked to be the judge for the cooking class' output. Allison was always this shy girl who tend to spill soup every step she took and the kids would laugh at her. Only when Kyle stepped in and helped her with a tray that she was about to serve, was she able to realize that not everybody is going to laugh at her, some would even help her and be there for her.

The three of us became a support group for one another. They taught me how to be a bit more open to people than to be this antisocial kid at the corner of the room. We aced every class from that summer school and asked our parents to attend the same secondary school so that we would meet more often. Our parents fortunately agreed. In secondary school, we were known as the star trio for being the best of the best when it comes to programming, cooking, and arts. We had a reputation that we held on to and a promise to each other that we would do better: to get into Stardelle and graduate as the top of our classes.

"Wow, you guys must be so close," Ronnie says. "Very," was my only reply, "Sorry if I said too much. You must think of me like this talkative dude of somekind or something. Hehe, sorry."

"No no, it's okay," Ronnie claims, "I find your story cute. How three children managed to be there for each other to ease one's difficulties. Isn't that kinda amazing." I smiled and nodded. "Want to know something about me as well?"

"Only if you want too, I mean, it's your story after all," I replied. Ronnie opened his mouth but closed it back again, "It's better if you notice it by yourself before I tell it to you."

"Why, what is it about?" I asked. He paused before answering. From facing the window, he turned towards me.

"The child that carved passion into the cat who did nothing but to stare at the moon."

The cat who did nothing but to stare at the moon?

Why does that…

Sound so familiar?