Hello, Twyla - the gargoyle asked timidly, touching my hand.
"I ... I want to swim." - Hardly shifting from foot to foot, Rochelle tried to portray on his stone face, a sort of a smile.
She likes to swim. And I help her in this. One gram of boogie powder - and the stone gargoyle Rochelle, becomes light, airy and ghostly. As my chance to be with her. Sometimes it seems to me that she communicates with me only because of the powder. And these thoughts make me very upset. But what if this is so?
She likes to swim, and I like to look at her when she swims. As she does a somersault, she dives into the water. When she swims, she just shines. Although in my eyes, she is already dazzling.
"Hey, Twyla," - emerged from the water and flew up to me, greeted Rochelle, "You do not have to sit here, if you do not want to" - said the gargoyle sitting next to him.
"I want to," I whispered timidly, a little pushing away from Rochelle. "You ... Are you driving me away?"
"Oh, no, Twyla, what are you? I would never have been" - coming closer to me, the little gargoyle was indignant. From the thrust I almost fell under the stands and moaned
"Twyla, you're okay," Rochelle asked through the stands.
"It seems so," I answered in a half-whisper.
She loves to swim, and I love when she is happy. And so I try to do everything that she would be happy. I risk being punished when the daddy steals this powder. But what's the difference, most importantly, that Rochelle will be happy.
She likes to swim, and I love her. Therefore, I am ready for it for everything.
"Hey, Twyla," Rochelle whispered.
"Yes?" - holding my breath, I answered.
"Why ... Why did you decide that I want to drive you away?"
"Sometimes it seems to me that I need you only because of the powder," I told her, ashamed of my thoughts.
"Oh, my God, no!" - said Rochelle, stroking me on the shoulder, "No, of course!
Twyla, you are my favorite friend and I did not even have to use you in my thoughts! "- holding my shoulder and coming closer to my face -" I'm sorry that I gave you reason to think so. "
"It pleases" - smiling, I answered and put a hand on the hand of the gargoyle, which lay on my shoulder.
Rochelle Goyle hugged me back, and I crossed my arms to her waist.
She likes to swim, and I like to think about her. All the time, every day, every night. I always thought what would happen if I confessed to her. What will she answer me, will she understand me correctly? Yes, and in general will understand? Will he continue to communicate with me or not?
I'm afraid of these thoughts, I'm afraid of losing it.
"Rochelle, I ..." I called softly to her.
"What?" - Asked Goil, a little away from me and making a worried face.
"Rochelle, I ... It's very hard to say, but" I spent a very long time thinking about my words, and whether they should be spoken at all. But once started, it is worth continuing. "In general ... I love you, Rochelle!" - Blinking, I blurted out in one breath.
In response, I expected anything. Screaming, quarreling, clapping the door. But definitely not what happened.
"And I love you," Rochelle whispered and gently touched my lips with hers.
"Stop, are you serious?" I was surprised. No, I was not even surprised, I was just in shock!
"And you are not?" exclaimed Rochelle.
"Very seriously," I replied, lifting myself up on my hands.
Rochelle giggled and hugged me tight.
She wants to swim. And me.