Sky Blue by Valerie Evening (open ebook txt) 📖

guy at karate. He is like Justin Bieber! The color of his hair is the same as Justin Bieber’s.” Blah! Blah! Blah! The rest is history.

 

Next Karate class,

I am in this car again while listening to music on my iPod. Then, his face always comes up in my mind which makes me feel the ‘blushing’ feeling.

However my mom’s voice causes me to force myself to stop smiling, “Valerie, don’t smile too much, maybe Justin Bieber will kiss you.”

She laughs including my dad.

I blush non-stop the whole ride.

I keep thinking about the joke in my mind, I know she isn’t serious but I can’t stop thinking about my crush going to kiss me. It frightens me a little, freaks me out, but at the same time it makes me happy and inspired. Yup, it’s a confusing feeling.

I am walking in the karate building.

All of a sudden, I look back at the glass door behind me.

My eyes pop. I feel my heart pounded like a hammer the moment I saw him.

It’s the cute anonymous guy aka ‘Justin Bieber’

I looked away but my heart can’t stop skipping a beat.

I walk as fast as I can so that I can go inside the elevator. But no matter how fast I walk I can never erase the fact that he and I will be together again in the elevator. Truly, fate is the best existing thing in this universe.

My mom and dad looked at me and my crush at the same time while they are sitting on a couch.

Aka Justin Bieber, his tall, blonde haired brother and I walk in together in the elevator.

I slightly look at my crush with the side of my eyes for one split second.

Why did I look at him?

Why did my eyes accidentally look at him?

Okay, you got me! I really look at him.

His eyes are covered with his adorable side bangs. I can’t control myself so I take a quick glance at him again.

Why? He is so cute so it is okay to look at him because he isn’t looking at me!

I hope his brother won’t notice that I kept looking at the cute dude.

Oh no! Is Justin Bieber looking at me behind that bangs?

His brother asks him, “Is mom going home early tonight?”

He answers his brother. “Yeah,” He laughs.

I don’t know why, but his laugh is different. His laugh is not like other people’s laugh that makes your ears bleed. His laughter makes my heart smile. It makes me smile even more. The elevator door slides open. The three of us walk out of it.

I enter the Karate room.

My friend Anne waves her hand and greets me, “Hi!”

I wave my hand and smile back, “Hi!”

Although, I am still busy thinking about how cute my crush is and his side bangs.

After a few minutes of having fun conversations with my new friends, our Karate Teacher calls our attention. We are ready for our warm-ups.

Because of the most amazing fate, he is now right in front of me. My eyes can’t stop looking at his beautiful, soft-looking hair. Sigh! My heart says.

I hope our master won’t notice my concentration isn’t on our warm-ups but on his hair.

I really want to touch your hair so that I can feel its softness.

 

What if my hands accidentally touch his hair? The picture will be like this.

I trip and my hands accidentally pulled his beautiful hair, he’d say “Ouch!” and I’d say with two big hearts on my eyes, “Justin Bieber, your hair is so soft! Can I give it a kiss?

Oh my God that was the corniest imagination ever!

Karate class is over.

Anne, her sisters, and I talk about how tiring karate class was.

I take a glance at him as he walks out of the Karate room. I secretly smile which makes my day.

 

After three days in a week of my first Karate lessons, I learn many moves of kicking and punching. It was fun especially because ‘you know who’ is there.

Too bad for two straight days, the weekends I am not able to see him! Sigh!

I did a lot of things on the weekends since it’s our summer vacation, I go online at Facebook most times, usually morning, afternoon, and evening. My mom often gets mad when I stay online for so long, “Valerie!”

Oh, no, no. I can’t leave Facebook right now. I have to go over the latest cute photos of clothes posted in there.

But I have no choice I have to let my hands off the computer. She has a reason since I stayed more than four hours on Facebook.

Well, we went to restaurants and enjoy our family time. I bought a new pair of high heels and my dad bought a new polo. My mom though prefers not to buy anything.

Soon I’ve figured that the weekend is over and my Karate classes start again.

While I am sitting here in this chair waiting for Karate class to start, I take out my pocket diary. I check everywhere around me to see if there is a sneaky person taking a peek at my diary. All right, there’s none.

 

Dear Diary-Thursday,

Can you keep a secret for me? Last week I eavesdropped on Justin Bieber’s conversation with his friend so that I will know his real name. His friend started with this, “You know there is a new game.”

My crush answered him, “Really?

“While I was waiting for his friend to say something to him, all I was thinking was, ‘say his name please!’

His friend said, “The new game’s name is… why are you listening to our conversation?”

I looked at them with a shocking look on my face. I saw Justin Bieber is controlling his laughter while his friend kept laughing at me.

My face went bright red. Embarrassed, I walked away.

Note to self: Never eavesdrop on your crush’s conversation ever again! EVER!

 

I hurriedly get-up from my chair, put my pocket diary in my little bag, and walk in the karate room.

I search for Justin Bieber in the room. Oh yeah, there he is.

My eyes spot him. He is talking to this cute, black haired boy with the most fascinating freckles on his face.

Wow! Just look at them, I feel like I am being hypnotized. I know it is so bad to stare and that it is so wrong to not be fateful to one dude.

But I can’t help it.

For me, Justin Bieber is the most adorable guy in this room. I like him the best.

They just keep looking at me. Probably they are thinking I am stupid. Even if they do think I am, my dream boyfriend is still nice because he keeps smiling at me. His cute friend keeps giving me a confuse look.

However, my shyness turns my lips frozen that it can’t even make a way to turn upward to give him the best smile I had.

We start our warm-up exercises. The guy I like is in front of me once again.

Here I am, mesmerized by the beauty of his hair. My eyes will never be bored at looking at it.

Why fate did make him in front of me again so, that I could stare at his hair… so that I could touch it and feel it’s smoothness… or so that I could give it a gentle kiss?

Karate class ends. I go out of the karate room with Anne.

“Anne, I am going to take the elevator” I said to Anne who answers, “Sure.”

My eyes look at my dude who is near the elevator.

Oh boy! I will never get enough of his cheerful smile.

I look away and take the stairs with Anne.

I will never have the courage to make my frozen lips unfrozen so that I can smile back at him.

My friend says to me with a question mark on her voice, “I thought you are going to take the elevator?”

I just smile feeling the heat of my cheeks. I am not answering her because I am trying to hide about my feelings towards my Justin Bieber.

I hope she won’t notice that my heart is pounding so fast like the tidal wave of the ocean. What a weird statement!

I look over my shoulder to see his irresistible charm. I look away and smile thankful for seeing him today.

Karate classes for the next weeks were amazing and exciting. The sisters and I become closer friends. Still, I enjoyed seeing my crush smile at me and ended up staring at him all day.

He just does the same thing, smile at me.

We had a Karate test it’s for me turning into the second level.

I did well, including all of my friends. We congratulated one another.

I wish Justin Bieber saw how I did, but he was already a blue belt, so he won’t be there.

It’s almost been two months since I joined Karate, and here I am on my first day of being a yellow belt… Yehey!

I was looking everywhere around me to check if my guy is around. All I can see is karate people playing soccer. Where is he today? Is he not going to karate today?

Karate class starts.

I feel like my body wants to collapse because he isn’t here.

I hear the sound of the door opening, my heart keeps telling me, “Oh please be Justin Bieber.”

I look behind me. Yes, indeed it was him! Oh God! Thank you for another awesome day of my life. He is now behind me not so far away. I am so incredibly lucky.

After our warm-up, my karate mates and I are doing the leg-exercise so that we’d be a great kicker.

I look at him who is not so far away from me. He is the cutest guy I’ve ever seen in my entire life!

Looks like, they are doing the sparring thing today.

Hey, wait a minute! I hope what my eyes are seeing is just an illusion!

His sparring partner is a girl? Why is his sparring partner a girl? I feel the intense jealousy inside my heart of seeing him and that girl having a great time sparring each other. I wish I was the one who is there being his sparring partner. The way he smiles right now you can see how happy he is having a sparring partner who is a girl.

Man! Why in the world I am not that girl? Why in the world he is laughing? And why in the world he isn’t looking at me?

My beautiful mind creates a heartbroken speech. That always happens whenever I feel the clash of pain.

He and I are really impossible!

I am not so cute; I am not pretty; and I am not beautiful. Of course I am not ugly. I am not the one you’ve been looking for since you were a kid. I know you will never wish to marry a girl like me. I know; I am not your ideal girl.

You know what maybe what I felt was wrong.

I felt that you are my forever but… I know it isn’t true.

This heart is not true! I hate my liar heart.

I don’t like you. Okay, I like you but I know you don’t like me. Why would you even like me?

Look at me, my hair is so dark and my eyes are so black. And my skin is not clear! I have a pimple on the tip of my nose.

I am an Asian and you are a Westerner. I know you can never like me and I know you would never even try to like me! You will never ever… ever… ever… ever… ever… ever like me!

Okay, this is not good! My stomach is full. I think I ate too much. I think I drank too much water that my stomach feels too heavy!

I feel that it’s sinking down to the floor. It is not my heart, but my stomach. Yeah, I lied. Of course it is my heart!

My heart is not broken! A heart will never be broken. Even in an x-ray; it is not broken. It is still fixed; a one-piece heart. I lied again, of course I am heart broken.

So, this is what it feels to be