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6 Things

About You, Allen

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Six Things about you Allen

First of all, Allen… how did we meet? Or would you rather call it how I met you? When I was nine years old I rode my bike on the streets of Springfield Village. That time was Eve. Every house is lit up and decorated with Christmas trees. On the corner, two blocks beyond the park.

There was a house standing tall without any lights on. The front fence was covered with snow. The ground in the courtyard turned white. I let go of the ground to slow down the car. Looking up to the second floor of the house with childish curiosity The curtains on the second floor were moving. And a boy appeared behind a glass pane that was blurred with white. That child looked at me.

At that moment I was overcome by curiosity. Who is that child? Who is he with? Why isn't his house decorated with lights? And many other questions arise in his mind. I, still a child, raised my hand to greet the strange boy. But the boy stood still as if he were just a wax figure.

I stared for a moment, then felt scared and started riding my bicycle away from that house. I could only think about who that child was.

Second story

When I was in the ninth grade I had a big fight with my first boyfriend, a guy named Mac Behardy. I remember being cheated on. Because that guy secretly had an affair with a cheerleader. That makes me hate cheerleaders. That evening I argued with Mac so hard that we broke up. I came to Springfield Park only because I didn't want to go back home yet.

Or another reason is that I don't know where I should go, so I sit motionless on the swing. Cold weather is starting to come in. The chains of the swing were so cold that I couldn't hold on to them for a long time. There were no people around. And when the cold wind blew again I started to cry. Even though there was no one around. I still raised my hand to cover my tear-covered face.

“Are you crying?” A young boy's voice greeted him. So I looked up A young man about the same age stood in front of him. He wore a black sweater. pants and shoes Even the gloves were black. His hair was blonde and white. I'm not sure because the orange light of the evening hits it and sometimes distorts my vision into an orange-pink color.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“It's someone from around here,” that's how you answered me, Allen... I raised my hand to wipe the tears from my face and I suddenly stopped crying. That's because you interrupted my crying. After a moment, he walked in and sat on the swing next to me. I turned my head to look at the strange boy and his eyes were a grey-orange color. I think it was more orange because of the evening light.

"Aren't you cold?"

“Just a little bit.”

“Want to play on the swings? ?” asked the strange young man. I stared into those eyes. Because we have never known each other. Or is it not? I didn't know who you were, Allen, referring to that time. And you didn't even ask me why I was crying. Or is there something uncomfortable? You just talked to me without even bothering to ask my name.

I nodded in response. He then stood up from the swing and took off his wool gloves and handed them to him.

“Put it on, the chain will get cold.” I took the gloves from the strange boy. It was warm from the heat of my body when I wore it. That warmth spread across my palm. A strange young man got up from the swing and walked around behind him. At the same time I held on to the chains of the swing. The warmth of your hand on my shoulder, a gentle push.

Make the swing move, I float and catch the wind on the swing. Every time he was thrown back, his hand was always waiting to catch him. His speed remained steady because he was supporting him. The cold wind hit his face and hair. I feel like I'm flying. And floating in the void, the story of that day had just ended.

We hardly spoke to each other. Not long after the sky darkened You and I went our separate ways to go home. And I don't even know your name, Allen...

Let's continue with the third story.

Prom --- is a big problem for high schoolers. That's life. It's about studies, grades, and love that is difficult to understand. All kinds of real problems When I was in the twelfth grade, I was asked to prom by Kevin Corner. Wow, right? Kevin is a hottie and I know girls have their eyes lit up for him, but that's it.

Why did a hot guy like Kevin invite me to prom? Of course it's not because I'm a hottie because I'm not. That night Kevin came to my house and knocked on the door. I opened the door to welcome a handsome young man, holding a pink Corsage in his hand. It's quite beautiful. I smiled while giving him my hand.

Kevin wore it for me and I thought the color was a nice complement to my outfit. I welcome him into my home. Mom is standing in the kitchen smiling --- and Wow, Kevin, what a lovely, polite young man. He greeted my parents. everything went well I stuck a flower on his chest. And we left the house together.

When it comes to prom Kevin and I walked into the venue together, many pairs of eyes looking at us. And I know they all question why I came with Kevin, I'm not surprised they think so. Because I asked that same question when Kevin invited me to prom and the truth came out as we danced on the floor. Kevin is getting drunk. I think so

He tried to grab my butt several times. So I quietly slapped his hand away. There was no yelling. We just kept on dancing like nothing had happened. Until Kevin tried to be nice to me. He was so gentle with me when we were dancing and he tried to kiss me. I know this is weird but we kissed.

Afterwards, Kevin burst out laughing --- at first I didn't understand. But not for long He kissed my cheek once and he said

“Really cute, thank you.” He walked away, heading towards his male and female friends. A man sent him about 30 dollars --- goddamn it. My kiss is worth 30 dollars! I was left in the middle of prom. In the middle of the dance floor Everyone was having fun, but I --- and then the microphone sounded. So I turned to the stage.

“It's time you've all been waiting for, the announcement of the King and Queen, prom is about to begin!” Fuck the King or Queen, I don't care! I turned and walked off the dance floor, trying hard not to cry because that damn Kevin wasn't worth my tears.

“And this year's King Prom is ! --- Allen Paul Kaisen !” A loud voice announced. I looked back curiously, Allen had never appeared at any party. Be it a party or even a prom. Since you moved to study here You act like the weather because you never show up anywhere other than the classroom or the cafeteria.

And may see you at the library sometimes. And it was almost impossible to see you in the school hallways. So I was surprised because there might be something wrong. Applause and cheers erupted, and Allen appeared on the stage. Blonde hair reflects in the light. At this time, it had turned a bluish-gray color — really charming.

“Thank you,” Young Allen took the microphone and thanked him.

“Wow --- Prom --- King Prom ---” After speaking, a laugh sounded out. This is a strange picture. Allen is not a man of the people. It might be true that he is a very private person.

“I probably have to say something, right? --- Well then, let's put it this way. I hope everyone enjoys the party---including those who thought it wasn't fun at all,” he said, holding up the King Prom trophy. Shouts of joy rang out. For a moment, I saw those eyes staring at me --- maybe that was just what I thought, Allen...

After that, the stage belonged to the prom queen. A beautiful cheerleader, a former enemy of my heart, holds the title. What a terrible prom.

except for one thing

Mr. Allen... after you left the stage. I walked out of the gates of the party and onto a dark, deserted street. My brain was thinking about college exams and 30 dollar bills and cheerleaders and Kevin Corner and Mac Behardy --- all of them crazy people --- all of them.

“Hey!” A voice greeted behind him. So I turned to look.

“Your dress is beautiful.” I continued to stare into those mysterious gray eyes --- I didn't understand why you were standing here. You should be on the dance floor with your partner, maybe prom queen Jessica. I don't know who you came to do this with.

“You're --- black like always,” I said, because even your prom suit was pitch black.

“Do you like it?”

“It suits you well.” I can't picture you with any other color. You wear black all the time. I can't imagine what it would be like if you paired it with yellow, blue, or red.

“Is she coming back now?”

“Probably --- congratulations.” I nodded towards the trophy. And you laughed

“King Prom --- I don't really understand, but anyway,” he said, looking at the trophy in his hand. Cup made from plastic, myself

I don't really understand prom, prom, or even why we have to have a prom date.

“Is it good for you to come out like this?”

“Why---no one noticed I came out.”

“What about your dance partner?” after my question. The boss laughed. Your smile is always mysterious, Allen. There are no flowers on your chest. That made me even more suspicious.

“I don't have a dance partner --- I came alone, you know?”

“Coming to prom alone?” I asked again, unable to stop staring at you. You're a strange person, Allen. But I didn't think it would get to this point. Handsome guy with good looks You became prom king the moment you showed up at the prom. You've never been to any parties, but damn, doesn't King Prom have a dance partner?

“Um --- I think I'm going to find a partner --- around here,” he said with a mysterious smile and I don't know how --- that night, I found myself dancing on the floor with King Prom There are no flowers on your chest. And my wrist is empty without a beautiful corset Everything is like a dream Allen... It was a very good dream.

Let's get into the fourth story quickly.

After prom, I hardly spoke to you again. We met at school but just smiled at each other from a distance. I still sit and eat with a group of my friends. And you're with your friends in the cafeteria. Sometimes I turn to look at your table. And I found that I was the only one looking for Mr. Allen.

Is that a feeling of disappointment? I myself am not sure

After the last day of school ended You and the prom were all blurred. I slowly forgot about you from my memory --- but one evening after I came home from the movie theater, I was wandering the streets of Springfield. The street lights It began to open because darkness was creeping in. On the corner, two blocks beyond the park.

A house stood quietly. I still remember I stopped in the street in front of that house. Looking up at the second floor window, I thought about the strange boy I had met when I was a child. After a moment, the curtain moved and you appeared behind the glass panel, only today there was no snow.

And you've grown up to be a full-fledged young man. Not the strange boy anymore

I don't know if you can see me or not. And I didn't raise my hand to greet him, I just stood there looking for half a minute. Then I turned back to the road and started walking. There was no call from Mr. There was no greeting, Allen...

That night I went home. Eat dinner with family and entered the room as if he didn't exist I lay still on the bed. I can't think about the university entrance exam, but I can't deny that I'm distracted thinking about you. While staring at the ceiling, some noises hit the glass of my bedroom window.

I got up and looked at the window. I looked down the street and saw him standing under a tree, right next to my window. So I opened the window And you took about three steps back. We looked at each other. Then he started waving hello.

“Can I go up?” he said.

“Huh?”

“Can you please let me up?” You said slowly, clearly, but in a whisper I could hear. Allen, I am not deaf. And I understand what that means, but I don't understand why you're doing this. I sighed and backed away slightly from the window. In just a moment, you easily climbed up to my window.

You were sitting on a large branch directly across from my window. We're just not that far from each other. I put my arm on the window sill and looked at you.

“Why did you come?” I asked.

“I saw you on the street.” Oh, you did. And what else? --- You moved slightly as you sat on the branch. I sometimes see you looking down. It's like you're worried you'll fall or something. Although it is not very high But it would hurt a lot if I agreed.

“I happened to pass by,” I replied.

“So --- you like pink?” After hearing the question, I turned my head and looked inside the room --- my room was pink. It's not true that I like pink. So he only nodded because he didn't know how to explain the color of the bedroom. He smiled, and again --- a mysterious smile.

“It suits her well.”

"thank you"

"like

Cold play

This time I looked back at the band poster that was stuck in the room. Now you're observing my bedroom. I turned around to look at Mr.'s face again. And those eyes stared It changed color again. The last time I saw it it was bluish-gray. But right now it looks like it's pink, I can't tell. And your hair too. I don't even know what color your hair is.

“Just a little,” I replied.

“Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you ?~”

I laugh --- It can't be helped --- You're climbing a tree. Sitting on a branch that didn't know when it would break. Look at my face and sing my song

Cold play

Listen to me in the tree --- I looked at your face and you began to reveal a smile that I had never understood. I couldn't predict anything. You suddenly appeared and disappeared. Then one fine day you appeared again --- and today we are laughing together.

“I didn't know you liked it too,” I said, still laughing.

“Just a little bit.”

“I went to see the concert two months ago --- I have the band's shirt too.”

“Wow, can I have a look at this?” I turned and went back into the room to rummage through the closet. Band shirts.

Cold play

It was bright yellow and hung on the deepest hanger in the closet. When I took it out and turned back to the window You're already sitting on my window sill. I don't know when you crossed over.

“Hey --- how did you cross over?” I asked, starting to get a little worried.

“Just jump over.” I walked towards him. I feel worried and my heart starts beating faster. Both unfamiliarity and a small fear that can't be explained. I handed the shirt to you and you took it.

"yellow"

“Oh, sure,” I replied, still staring at the bright yellow t-shirt in his hand. I guess you're thinking about the color of the shirt. Because you only wear black all the time. I've never seen you wear any other color. Especially bright colors

“Do you want to try it on? It's free size. I think you can wear it.”

“Uh --- I don't know ---” I was silent but still looked at you. You looked back before shrugging and you handed the yellow shirt back to me. I took it and thought you really didn't like the color yellow, but you took off your black t-shirt. before my eyes and pulled out the bright yellow t-shirt in my hand and put it on

I just looked at you without any words.

“What do you say?” I stared at --- the guy in the bright yellow shirt. I don't know how to explain it. It's like that. It's a picture I never imagined, but it's good --- you look good but also strange.

“I think --- wow --- you should wear some colorful clothes,” I said, and he laughed. Your smile is brighter than ever. Your eyes flashed a light shade of pink, and that smile lit up your yellow shirt, making you look more lively. --- Allen, you were laughing while wearing my shirt. Sitting on my bedroom window sill

No one had ever seen you with such bright colors before. Is this the first and will it be the last, Allen?

Fifth story

At that time I was standing in front of a statue---a large statue of a person. And it was surrounded by an awkward steel frame. I stared, feeling dejected.

“Are you here again?” a voice greeted. I turned to see him standing next to me. He had taken his eyes off the statue and was looking at me. So I smiled and it reminded me of the first day we talked. I mean --- the first time we actually met and I had no idea that you would become the one standing next to me. today

I was in third grade at that time. and the school took a field trip to the local sculpture museum. I'm standing looking at this same statue. And I feel things that other people don't. The large statue was surrounded by an iron frame. It's like a cage that makes you unable to move. I feel frightened for it. If it were me, stuck in those bars So how can I struggle out?

“Do you like it?” a child's voice greeted. I turned and saw a silver-haired boy wearing a black sweater. His eyes were strange. Because I've never met anyone with eyes this color before.

“I don't like it,” I replied.

"Why ?"

“It's going to be so frustrating. What if I am locked in there like a statue?” I replied, turning towards the statue again. In my heart I felt pain from something. I can't explain It was probably just a childhood fear. But the boy moved closer to me.

"She's not locked up like that."

“I said that if--- how do we know when we'll be locked up? Anything might happen,” I replied without looking at the boy's face.

“It's okay --- I'll help you out by then.”

I only remember Those were the words a strange boy had said to me. And I forgot him from my life until one day. I don't remember what day it was. Those memories came back when I looked at your face. Look into your eyes You are that child. And I don't even know How do I look? In memory of Mr...

The last story

On a snowy night I'm in Alice Rander's house. Everyone is dancing with red plastic cups overflowing with alcohol and soda, and the music is blaring. I look out the window, and as always, you're not showing up here. Allen, you're not a party person. I know that well. After you and I danced together at prom

One thing I'm not sure happened. Because I drank a lot When the song comes on His hands on my waist. And my hand around your neck The two of us moved to the melody. The lights were dim and I could see your face nearby and I thought we were kissing. But after the dance We hardly talked anymore until I thought

It may not actually happen. Maybe I was really drunk that night. Then I get distracted by my own thoughts. Or maybe I was just dreaming and couldn't tell if it was just a dream or reality? Because everything is so blurry

“Why are you standing there all alone?” I turned my head towards the source of the voice. Evan Marcross smiled at me and held a red plastic cup in his hand.

"So, you're not with your friends?"

“Gangs of men, they'll be boring.” I laughed along with him. Evan is friends with Kevin. Yep, the guy who got 30 dollars after kissing me --- I'm not sure if Evan had anything to do with that. But I guess he knows that. Well, they're friends.

“Do you want something to drink? I'll go get it for you.”

"That's better. I feel full, I don't know."

“But you only drank one soda.” I narrowed my eyes at him after hearing this. Evan raised his hand and gently stroked the hair on the nape of his neck. Laughing before he met my eyes Then we were silent for a moment.

“This might sound weird but --- maybe we should try hanging out together sometime.”

“Ah, how much?” I asked.

“Huh?” He stopped, looking at me.

“No --- no --- listen, it's not like that. I mean, I understand what happened. About her and Kevin, but this matter is not related. I don't know anything,” Evan said, looking at his group of friends. before looking back at me

“Evan --- you are a talented person. As for me, look at me, we are not suitable for each other. I don't know why you're interested in me. But it won't work,” I said before walking past him. Evan grabbed my arm. And I didn't look back. Evan's friends in the corner turned to look at me.

Kevin's expression didn't look good. I felt like slapping him hard in the face, I mean Kevin. And I think he must have felt it, so he tried to avoid my eyes.

“Please --- it's not what you think. Don't look at me like that,” he said. “Okay, Evan, I'll be right back.” I replied without looking and Evan took my hand.

“You look beautiful today.” Those were the last words I heard from Evan. I walked out of Alice's house and onto the street. The party continues without me. I just took myself out of the house. Go to a party of friends you're not close to at all. I don't know why I did it. But life is like this.

On Springfield Road Both sides of the road are dim. Everything seemed to be painted with the blue of tiny lights that shone away from the darkness. Two blocks beyond the corner and past the park. The house was still quiet. Your bedroom window has no light. As if the entire house had been abandoned for years, I stopped in the street. I looked up and wondered if maybe you were asleep.

“Looking for me?”

“Oh my god!” I was startled when his voice sounded in my ear, my heart fluttered. And when he turned to look, he saw the man standing and looking at him with a stunned expression on his face.

“What are you so shocked about?”

“Why did you come so quietly?!” I raised my hand and sighed. Before looking at Mr. This time, a small smile appeared on his face. When the light is dim You look like a marble or plaster statue. It was a statue without life or soul. And it's splattered with black ink. Allen, sometimes I think You look very scary.

“I saw you standing looking at my window for a while. Is there something wrong?”

“I was just passing by,” I replied.

“A party?” I nodded. And his eyes looked like they were investigating something. That made me start to feel uncomfortable.

“I'll go first.” As I walked, the sound of footsteps followed behind me. My arm was grabbed and When I turn around His hand loosened slightly, moving from my arm down to my hand. For a moment, we were holding hands. I met your eyes, and your smile faded from your face. At that time, I didn't understand.

“Why do you only wear black clothes?” I asked in the silence.

"secret"

“A mysterious young man?” Your hand was warm. I felt my fingertips moving slowly. You always do this, don't you? Allen, you always show up and act like gravitational asteroids. And I'm just a human being in the middle of an empty universe. Floating, moving with your gravity, but... I really don't know.

So what do you really want? I pulled my hand out of yours.

“She doesn't seem very bright. Is there something wrong?”

“Secrets,” I answered. Everything about you is a secret. You have secrets, and I have mine after my answer. Your face changed. His lips seemed to move but eventually stopped. It was as if you swallowed the words you were about to say. I want to know what you're thinking. in the eyes of you In pale gray eyes

That pair when I stared and tried to remember its color I only saw my own reflection reflected in those eyes.

“Would you like to drink something warm?” Allen, you did it again….

The man opened the door of the house. And I followed inside. Our surroundings were dark before you turned on the light. I looked around and thought you were a person who liked to read a lot.

“Sit first.” I walked over to the living room sofa after he closed the door. The inside of the house is much warmer than outside. I glanced at the bookshelves that lined the walls of the room. The colorful spines are arranged in an orderly manner.

“Is cocoa good?” he asked and I nodded. After that, he disappeared into the kitchen. The whole house was quiet until I felt lonely. Or it could be fear. I wonder if you've always been alone, or... I don't know why there's no one in this house.

I'm not sure. Maybe your parents are asleep at home. But I don't see anyone's shoes on the shoe rack. Besides your shoes and mine

“I like your outfit,” he said before placing the cocoa mug on the table. I turned to look at him and smiled as a thank you. So you sat down on the sofa next to me, and you just stared at the cup of hot cocoa.

“What about your parents?” I asked. You turned to look at me, and Allen... You didn't answer a single word, but those eyes seemed to say something. A sad smile played on your lips.

That thing makes me feel pain....

"what happened ?"

“I don't want to talk about it.” After that, we were both silent. I sat in the same place and supported a cup of hot cocoa with both hands. You sat next to me, not speaking, while I picked up my cocoa cup and took a sip. You leaned against the back of the sofa. Everything was quiet. The only sound was my slight movement, Allen.

Have you really been like this all this time?

I put the cocoa cup on the table. Lean on the back of the sofa. Then I rested my head on your shoulder. It was warm. He put his arm around my shoulder. And I moved to give you a better hand position. I don't remember how long we sat like that, until the cocoa went cold. Until I felt like I understood those loneliness and desolation.

“Have you ever celebrated Christmas?” I asked into my warm arms.

“Used to, when I was a kid.”

“How long have you not celebrated?”

“I don't remember.” I buried my face in his black sweater. It's always black. Even at Christmas When the snow falls I used to watch you from the school building. You are like a drop of black ink on a field of snow. It represents sadness on a happy day. I saw you on Christmas Eve last year.

He was standing in front of a glass cabinet in a department store. Two hands reaching into the pockets of his black coat. Snow is falling The orange light from the glass cabinet hit him, causing his hair to turn orange. The light flickered back and forth. You are standing and looking at the Christmas tree decorated with beautiful lights. Under the tree are colorful gift boxes. At that time I was sitting on the bus.

And when the car starts to move So I can see

....You're crying....

There was never any telling. I can only guess ---

“Your house is beautiful. Maybe we should help decorate the Christmas tree. In front of your house,” I said in silence. There were no answers, only an embrace that tightened until I could feel it. Outside the window, snow was still falling. In just a few days it will be the Christmas season. This may be the first time in many years that the house will be decorated with holiday lights like many other houses.

Of course, if you agree --- Allen.

P.S. I don't know if you will like my gift or not. And I want you to know that when you wear my yellow t-shirt, you look great, so this Christmas present is a yellow sweater. I wish I could say that I knitted it myself, but I don't, because I don't know how to knit. Next year I'll go learn how to knit for you.

And the second gift is what you are reading right now. I hope you smile.

Now, one last gift --- close this book. then look at me

Merry Christmas

Allen : )

Hey!

To the sorrow that has come and may it pass away.

- Cat