The summer vacations had just started, and the boy's parents had arranged a celebratory party at their house as a way to begin the summer. The guest list included just a few family friends, no one more. Ganizah, the 17-year-old skinny boy was very nervous about the party as there was a one girl invited to whom Gazinah had to confess something. Mania, the 16-year-old beauty, and Ganizah's parents met with each other at social gathering through mutual friends; later they came to create a beautiful bond with their friendship.
The party had started; Ganizah was receiving guests, anxiously waiting to for Mania's arrival.
''Will she come? No, she wont. Stop standing here like a fool. Wait! Maybe that's her coming. No, it isn't. Stop being an idiot! No, no, I think she's in the next car. Forget it, she isn't coming!'' soliloqiuzed the silky-haired boy in a frenzy of hope and despair.
"The Six Flags is nothing compared to this free-falling-zero-safety roller coaster,'' moaned the young boy humorously, laughing at himself, in his heart, out of the hysteria of the emotions that were flowing through him as he passes by a mirror, escorting a guest to the drawing room.
Anyhow, Ganizah, could only reflex back a smile at her that he had been practicing for the past couple of days.
Guests came, ate food, had a few quirks, and left, except for Mania and her family: they were very close family friends; however, Ganizah's shy nature hadn't really allowed him to develop a lovers relationship with Mania, and for that matter, they were merely acquaintances.
Both the shy teenagers were sitting on either ends of the same couch, eating some dessert.
Gaining an hour of courage, Ganizah finally gave her a pleasant, yet typical ''hey, how's the dessert?''
''Yeah, it's good, thanks. How's yours?'' spoke her tender lips.
''It's pretty neat,'' murmured Ganizah.
''This is what always happens whenever she's over at my place. I can't take it anymore; I have to tell her. I don't care what she'll think! Well, of course I care, but it's her right to know! I have to tell her!'' thought the anxious boy to himself, trying to gather all what he would say to her.
With all the courage he had, Ganizah said, ''Listen, I need to tell you something. You may freak out, but it's your right to know.''
''Well, go ahead!'' said the cheery girl with a wide sparkly smile.
''Ok then: well, there's this girl whom i've know for many years now, and when I was in grade seven, I developed a crush on her, and that crush went on till grade eight. I even remember the day it happened to me: she was at my place with a bunch of other family friends, and we were playing dark room, and for some reason I felt like I clicked with her, and so I started crushing on her. She was wearing a pair of jeans with a cute yellow top which kept on reminding me of Jane from Disney's cartoon movie ''Tarzan''. I know it seems silly. Anyway, during grade nine, I started feeling very differently about her. They were the same feelings i had for her, except they had intensified. As I entered grade ten, well, I have absolutely no idea how to prove this phenomenon, but I fell in love with her. What happened was one day we both were talking, and I told her a joke. She enjoyed it quite a lot, and laughed. Then we both just stared at each other with a smile on our faces for a moment and I thought to myself, 'That's the laugh I want to hear for the rest of my life.'' It made me feel so peaceful, and I think it was her smile which really made me think that I love her, not the smile of her face, but the smile in her eyes. I had my doubts about those feelings for her being real love, but no matter how I convinced myself that I wasn't in love, truth is, I was. I asked around some very close experienced friends who were older to me, and before I asked them, they already knew I was in love. And now, I too, am sure that i'm in love with her - ''
Interrupted by Mania, who had been smiling all along my long nerve-wrecking speech, curiously asked, ''Why don't you tell her you love her, then?''
''I just did,'' whispered Ganizah, thinking he would have a heart attack as he awaited Mania's response.
"Hey,'' said Mania, plainly.
For a split-second there was silence, and as cliched as it may sound, that split second was the longest split second of his life. It is strange how that split second will always a have constantly fixed measurement of time contained in it, and has always been, always is and always will be absolutely identical to any other split second, yet the most complex and beautiful organ of the human body, perhaps even the most brutally fascinating creation of God that man has come across, which is practically the cause of whatever has happened so far on Earth, will always comprehend and perceive it with regard to the respective emotion at the time, and hence, the respective situation. Seems funny when you think that the world's most advanced computer does such a thing. Seems funny when you think about all the other imperfections it contains, but when something so excruciatingly complex exists, it is bound to have imperfections. However, looking at the big picture, those flaws are what keeps all that grey matter in such tremendously accurate and precise balance, and hence, those imperfections are actually just bolts and screws that contribute to an immaculately perfect larger system.
''Well, to be honest Ganizah, that girl shares the absolute synonymous feelings for you,'' said Mania, nervously.
Ganizah and Mania, both flabbergasted, and in a state of disbelief, thought it was a dream. Both had liked each other for so long, and were in love with each other. Only God could have engineered such a miraculous coincidence of two hearts becoming one. Who knew that all along both of them shared the same feelings for each other?
Trying to open up properly to each other, Mania, with a sheepish smile, broke the ice: ''Well, can that girl give the love of her life a kiss?''
Ganizah laughed with relief, and as always, the rest it history.
