The ponies and him

"Jesus christ, I want to sleep!" Cristopher said while he tried to knock out the alarm. He forgot to put it off yesterday. He wanted to sleep more, but he couldn't.

He tried to set off the alarm again, but he noticed that his arm wasn't even touching the night table that was on the "devil alarm" (or that's how he call his alarm), so he went closer and closer toward the edge of the bed, until he could reach the night table with his arm, and the alarm too.

He, once again, tried to stop the alarm, but ocurred something that he couldn't expect or miss at all.

He fell of the bed, and saw that the floor was approaching him, or that he was approaching the floor. "God da-" He tried to stood up after that, but he was entangled with the sheets.

"It's 12:00." Said the alarm, while he tried to extricate himself from the sheets. "It's time for your local pray, people!." Said the voice of a minister through the alarm. "And today, people, today, is a special day! Because we have more time to attend your plegaries!. Pray for your sons, for your parents, for y-" The alarm went off. He could unravel and turn off the alarm. "Finally..."

"Now...let's get a shower, I..." He went silent for a few seconds, remembering something.

"...I have a meeting with Rick..." He said to himself, as he freaked out, and started putting the first clothes that he could came across. He found a tight shirt, a pair of loose brown pants, a pair of sneakers and his glasses.

He thought that he had to show to Rick his new drawings that he did yesteday, so sketchbook under his arm, and went out of his room running.

"Oh," He said, looking to the door of his living room. "I almost forgot." He went to the dinning table of his living room, and grabbed his Ipod and headphones. He went out of his house, and started to run to the place that he thought where Rick would be.

He reached the place that he will meet with Rick. It was square with a few wooden benches, a few trees, a statue on the middle, and besides everything else the square was just an open green space.

He went to the nearest bench and sit down, catching his breath. He waited there for a moment, seeing the sky, and then seeing the statue. "I think that I...will draw something."

He said that, while he thought that he even didn't know what time was it, but he would wait for Rick. He took under his arm his sketchbook, put it on his lap, and took a few cheap pencils from his pockets, and started to draw some random lines, hoping that he would draw something decent.

After moment of drawing, he saw the lines. They were vaguely forming a human body

"...what is this?" He said while he saw his drawing, It was, somehow, a teenager, something that he never draw before. "Well, I can do something with it" He said while he started to draw some clothes on her, like a cap, some jeans, and others thing.

He finished some of the clothes, he was going to keep drawing, but he heard a voice behind him. A voice with a little of accent, refined accent.

"That is a sketch, isn't it?" She asked, without him turning around. He didn't answer, and started to draw again.

"You don't seem to be talkative." She said, while he was drawing some details to the cap.

"So, are you here because...?" She asked, trying to get something out of him. He didn't answer, as she expected.

She waited behind him for a while, while he was still drawing the teenager, with more details.

"It looks good, I must say." She said to him" I also draw, if you want to know."

"That's good." He said with a mumbling voice.

"So you finally answered.." She said, with a more relaxed voice. She took a deep breath.

"So, if you answered me, can you, at least, tell me what's your name?"

"My name's Christopher" He said.

"Mine's Rossary" She said, a little happy to know his name, as she touched his shoulder.

"That's a cute name" He said, as he finally turned around to see her.

He just stared with his mouth open as he looked to the young women standing behind her. It was, in his eyes, beautiful: purple eyes, long dark hair, her white shirt, and skinny white jeans. He didn't believe what he was seeing. For him, she was an angel, in terms of beauty.

"Why...?" He whispered to himself, while he thought that he was a real stupid to hadn't talked to her before.

As he stared to her, she sit besides him, asking him something that he didn't catch.

"Hey, are you listening-" She waved her hand in front of his eyes. "- ,Christopher?" She asked, trying to get him out of his current state.

"Oh... what? What did you ask?" He said as he remembered that he was still seeing her.

"I asked if you have other drawings."

"Well...I have other drawings, but aren't like the one you saw." He said, lending her his sketch book.

"Oh, let me see them." She said as she started to pass through all the pages, trying to find something like the teenager she recently saw. There were mostly graffiti. She simulated to seem to be interested on them, as she noticed that he was with a smile seeing her what she would say about them.

"I think they are good, but I think you are better at drawing people". She said.

"Do...you think that?" He said, trying to see why she said that.

"Yeah, I think that you can enjoy a lot more drawing people than drawing graffiti." She said, trying to convince him.

"...Alright, if you say so" He said, and after that he made a smile.

"Good!" She said with a cheerful voice, but that changed until she saw something.

"...what happened?" He asked.

"Is that...a cheap shirt?" She asked. He couldn't respond because he didn't understand what she asked.

"Answer, is that a cheap shirt?" She asked again.

"No...?"

"Really?"

"Yes..., why do you ask?"

"Because it's just awful! Look at yourself!" She screamed. And he did that what she told him to do.

"I see nothing wrong at all."

"Really? I can help you if you can." She said with a concerned voice. And as she said that, he giggled.

"Why are you laughing? I'm trying to help you, you know." She said. "I mean, really, look at those pants, they`re pathetic!"

"What are you saying? Hahahahaha!" He said as he laughed.

"Why are you laughing?!" She exclaimed.

"I can't understand why you are saying that, really, I mean, why? Why would you criticize my clothes? Haha!" He said, trying to explain her.

"Because I want to help you!" She said.

"But why?"

"Maybe because I can?"

"What? Haha!"

I reached the place that I had to be, and saw my friend talking with a girl. Or mostly laughing. It seemed that he was enjoying it, so I waited a little to see what would happen.

"Again, why do you want to help me?" My friend said to the girl.

"Why? Maybe because you look horrible, really, but, can you, just..." She took a deep breath. "let me help you?"

He saw her for a few seconds. "Okay, I'll let you help me."

I thought that it was the time to get in, since I saw that I would had to wait more if this went on.

"Hey, Christopher!" I said to him, appearing in front of him. He looked a little surprised by that greeting.

"Hi, Rick" He said as he stared to me.

"It seems that you invited your girlfriend, right?" I moved my sight to the girl. "I mean, I saw you two arguing, so I though that-"

"NO! no no no, no!" My friend said, blushing, while the girl did the same, hiding her face with her hands.

It's so easy to make him blush...

I smiled seeing this, and waited a moment to calm the situation.

"So, what your name?" I asked her.

"Rosetta. Her name's Rosetta." My friend said.

I though for a moment what to say, since I wanted to do a joke, but I remembered that the thing I did was enough for today.

"And what's yours?" Said the girl, still blushing a little.

"Mine? Rick."

"So...are you Christopher's friend?" She asked me.

"Yep".

"So...can I ask you something, just for...asking?"

"Why yes, you can."

"Why do you smell like grass?"

I kept quiet for a moment, thinking what I should say, but I couldn't think of anything. "...Does it matter?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

"...If you want to know, I was taking a nap on the grass. So, yeah, that's why I have this smell."

I waited for her to say something, but she didn't say anything.

Many seconds passed before someone talked. That was my friend.

"Hey, Rick, I think we have to go..."

"Bu-" My cellphone started to rang. "Wait a moment, I have to answer." I said as I walked away.

Well...that helped me a lot.

"Don't worry about him, he's like that" Christopher said to Rosetta.

"Don't worry, I think I understand him...except his joke" She said with a reassuring voice, as she saw Rick.

Christopher blushed a little. "Well...what I really wanted to say is that we have to go."

"Why?" She asked him.

"It's because we decided to get together today to do something, and this is exactly the hour that we agreed to meet."

"Oh...so, it's a goodbye?"

"Yeah." He said a little sad, thinking that he would never talk to her never again.

She smiled as she recalled something. "I think I have something." She said, lending him a card.

"And...what is this?" He asked her.

"It's my business card."

"What?! You have a business?" He screamed, attracting the attention of Rick.

"It's just a small business, it's design-related. Call me when you need something, ok?" She winked him.

"I'll do it!" He said, excited.

"The sooner, the better." She said to him.

She looked her watch. "Well, I think I have to go too. Goodbye Christopher!" She said, and then kissed his cheek.

He didn't answer. He was thinking when to call her, how, and why.

"Well, Christopher, it seems that your beloved one is gone, haha!" I said, trying to mocking him, but he didn't answer.

I stood in front of him, seeing him drooling.

You have to be kidding me...

"So...can we go now?" I asked him. He didn't answer.

I repeated it several times, but it was the same thing.

He was standing there, like an idiot.

It seems that I need something more drastic...