Oh, that sarcastic smile...

 

And what should I write about? The sun isn't shining because it's the middle of winter, the birds aren't singing because they've flown off to warmer climes. But alas. I feel like I want to charm you, my dear readers, with something...

It was a beautiful, sunny summer, the birds were chirping happily, and the bunnies were hopping across the road, unaware of what was about to happen to them... Okay, maybe I won't embellish because I'm not very good at it...

Anyway, I had the wonderful intention of sharing a real-life story here (whose?! Of course, mine!!!). So where did I end up...? Oh yes, it was beautiful, sunny... have I already mentioned that? Oh, sorry, mistake...

I went mushroom picking with a friend. Okay, I won't exaggerate, we simply went downtown for ice cream, as usual, because in such a hot summer, you could spend all day in a consonni. But we didn't stay inside, but after buying what we'd come for (me - a scoop of dried fruit, she - a marble), we left and headed towards Biegański Square, where we'd been spending lovely afternoons lately, humming some Nirvana songs, walking around, and occasionally doing some weird-looking things. The latter included throwing ourselves at each other, hugging, and chasing each other around the square... And those were just a few examples...

This time, we started by settling into a lovely spot: a wall surrounding a semicircle of flowers. We ate ice cream, occasionally humming a few tunes or exchanging a few surprisingly sensible words.

And everything was normal. Until. Until someone decided to interrupt us. I don't know if it was malicious, but even if their intention was to annoy us, it didn't work. They just made our day more interesting...

"You're lying."

As soon as we heard it, we turned our heads in the direction of the voice. These harsh words (which, of course, we were aware of) were spoken by a tall, brunette man (around six feet tall) with long hair tied in a ponytail, narrow glasses, dark eyes, and a sarcastic smile. He was wearing a black and gray plaid shirt and black jeans. On his feet, of course, were combat boots and a anklet... As for me, it was a dream. But what good is it if a guy like that couldn't be interested in me? After all, who am I? Just a teenager with stupid ideas.

"So what?" I replied. Dina, like me, stared at him, waiting for his answer.

"You're hurting my sensitive ears," he said, looking at us like we were bedbugs. Or at least that's how I felt. No, it couldn't be a flirtation. No chance..."

"What do you say?" I replied, looking at him as if he were a minced meatball. Unfortunately, I failed to embarrass him. We were still damned bugs to him. But at that moment, help arrived. Help hugged Dina from behind, which momentarily surprised her, then, realizing what was happening, she turned and greeted Mateusz with a kiss. He immediately sat down next to her.

"Hi everyone," he said, smiling. Then he suddenly saw our stranger, who was now staring at him. He stood up, walked over to him, and held out his hand.

"I'm Mateusz." Dina's kiss did the trick; Mateusz was in an excellent mood, and the smile never left his sweet face. It's worth mentioning that Mateusz and our stranger—together—looked quite funny. Like the mafia. Both brunettes, tall, slim, in black clothes, and with long hair. The biggest difference was that Mateusz had more patches on his backpack...

Well, since I'm already in this paragraph, I'll also describe my and Dinus's appearance so I can get it over with later. My friend has shoulder-length, dark blond hair and blue eyes. She's average height for a girl, and she was wearing an Iron Maiden T-shirt, blue jeans, and, of course, combat boots, which I also had on... And I was also wearing a Nirvana T-shirt and black corduroys. My hair is a little past my shoulders, dark brown, and my eyes are amber. And my name is Kasia. It's as if anyone didn't know...

"Marek," our stranger suddenly became familiar. Mateusz turned to us and then read in our faces what he had just done. We read in his face that he was at a loss. And we burst out laughing.

"But you have friends," Marek said, "I'd rather not be seen with them in the city..."

"Sure, I'd also prefer to have Dina in my room all the time..." He didn't finish, as at that moment he received a slap on the head from Dina. And I was still laughing.

"What are you giggling about?" asked Mateusz, whose cheerful expression had already drained.

"About you, you know," I replied, still laughing.

"I'd send her to Lubliniec, haven't you thought about that yet?" Marek chimed in.

"We thought about it, but they wouldn't believe us..." my dear friends replied simultaneously.

"What a shame," our new acquaintance concluded, still with the same sarcastic smile, looking unfortunately straight into my eyes.

"Of course... I dreamed so much of a white outfit... for now, everything I have is black and blue..." I said, pretending to wipe a tear from my eye.

- You have to go and ask them again, when they see her, they have to believe... - added Marek.

"You know, it shouldn't concern you, generally speaking, you don't have to stand here..." I inserted my beautiful thought into this very unpleasant conversation.

"But I can... Surely you can't forbid me..." and he looked directly at me again.

"You're not asking me that, are you? As a mentally ill person, I can't take responsibility for my words...

" "If you concentrate hard, maybe something will come of this thinking..." Marek interjected, as if to console her.

"What was I supposed to say?" I asked suddenly, sarcastically.

"No," replied the tallest man in our group.

"What?" I guess I made a strange face, but that's just a detail...

"You were supposed to say 'no'..." Marek stated.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really.

" "Really really?" "Really

really." "Really really.

" "Really really?

" "Really really really?" "Really really really.

" "No, don't listen to him..." Mateusz finally interrupted our argument.

"If not really?" we both asked at once.

"Oh no...

" "What are you even talking about..." Dina couldn't take it anymore.

And suddenly there was a deathly silence because no one had any idea what the answer was.

"About nothing..." I ventured.

"And isn't nothing something?" Mateusz wondered.

"Is there such a thing as nothing?" Marek, as you can see, also had doubts sometimes.

"Don't discuss such nonsense..." Dina concluded.

"We're discussing?" I asked.

"Why nonsense in the first place?" Mateusz glanced at her.

"So maybe you'll join in?" Marek broke the record for "questions."

"I'd rather not..." Dina replied, glancing at Mateusz as if she suspected he might be infected with stupidity.

"So what are we doing?" Marek asked suddenly, out of the blue.

"Are we even doing anything...?" I tried to find out.

"We could go for ice cream..." Mateusz, always sober, offered an example.

"While we were already waiting for you..." Dina interjected.

"Have you noticed that you're the only sensible person here...?" I asked Dina suddenly.

"Me? Really? No kidding..." Then she grabbed Mateusz's hand. "Maybe we should just sit somewhere?

" "Where?" I asked.

"On the bird droppings?" Marek suggested.

"On a bench?" our shorter man said with a whiff of intelligence.

"I meant that lovely little wall we're standing next to..." Dina admitted.

And we sat down. And surprisingly, we even started having a normal, conversational conversation. I learned a lot about Marek. Among other things, he was studying medicine in Krakow. He was in his second year, to be precise. However, he spent most of his days in Częstochowa because he had to commute to Krakow due to lack of money. They hadn't allocated him a dormitory, and his parents couldn't afford an apartment. Although he wondered if he could rent one with someone. Meanwhile, the three of us still had a few months before we left for college. And we were very happy about that, because we still didn't know what we wanted to do in the future. What bad luck...

That evening we had to say goodbye, but Marek had the silly idea of ​​taking me home (how did he say it? "If Mateusz is taking Dina home, you'd probably be upset that no one wanted you?"). And I wondered if it was really just out of the goodness of his heart, or if he liked me...? Because my heart was already slowly burning... But he never came back to my house. He said he wouldn't barge in, and anyway, he had to go home. As he left, he turned and looked at me for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. Not a word. Not even those beautiful words I so desperately wanted to hear... Do you want to know what they were? I quote... "Give me your phone number?" But alas. He didn't ask. And I cried and laughed alternately until sleep finally overtook me.

The next day, Dina and I went downtown again. We went to Consonni, bought ice cream (I got a banana scoop, Dina too), and then returned to Biegański Square, where we could spend some time in peace until Mateusz arrived. We had an hour. We talked, sang, even danced the cancan, but unfortunately... My thoughts kept wandering around Marek. And he wasn't there. So he didn't like me after all?

Mateusz came, but Marek still wasn't there. The second-to-last one suggested we go for a walk, but I firmly refused. I intended to wait there, even until the end of time. But he still wasn't there.

And when I had to go home—he wasn't there. And when we got on the bus, the same thing happened... The bus moved off, and I watched the trees passing by outside the window... And I thought. But suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a strange image outside the window. I saw a man running after the bus. Upon closer inspection, I recognized this man... The bus stopped at the next stop, and I got off and started running toward Marek. And I threw myself into his arms. Only after a moment spent in his embrace did I dare look him in the face, and I saw that sarcastic smile again...

"Hey, I have a little question... I felt embarrassed last night...

" "What?" "Yes! He definitely wants to see me again! He has to ask for my phone number!

" "What's your real name..."

And with that, he's locked me in for the rest of my life. And I'll never fall out of love again. I'll remain like a statue in the middle of the street in his arms, gazing at his beautiful, sarcastic smile over and over again