homework: such a love story!

‘Hi! I am Andy. We are schoolmates. I’ve seen your dancing performance on the Carnival. It was marvelous! And that made me a big fan of you! Can I make friend with you? By the way, you look so cute on your profile! ^^’

As I opened my Facebook, the conversation bubble bumped out with such a long sentence. After the carnival, I received a lot of eulogize, however, not such a long one. I couldn’t help myself to add him as a friend of mine. And that is the beginning of my love story.

He shared the link of every type of dance to me. Chinese folk, Jazz, Pop, Modern even Ballet, none of them was ignored by him. I love all the videos that he shared to me. I discovered that he was an expert in dancing. There are endless topics in dancing that we can talk about. Gradually, I had got the habit of hurrying open the conversation bubble with him to check out what surprises he had got me every day.

And habit is always a terrifying stuff.

One day, I lost his message. I opened my Facebook and found nothing. I tried to reach him but I couldn’t. It was not until then I had discovered chatting with him had already become part of my daily life. ‘Did I say something wrong yesterday that offended him?’ ‘Otherwise, there must be something wrong with my Facebook.’

As I was thinking about every reason why he didn’t contact me that day，I received a short message. ‘Come downstairs, my little dancer.’

He was standing there, holding my favorite dancing DVD. ‘Movie together?’ he smiled. I had no reason to refuse him.

I blushed as he took up my hands.

‘Hi, I am Andy. We are schoolmates. I saw you today in library. I am really interested in the book you were reading today since I also admire Benazir Bhutto so much. I was wondering if you can lend the biography of hers to me after you reading it. By the way, you look really attractive when you are reading. I hope I am not disturbing you too much. ^^’

I was surprised when I saw it on my Facebook. I was concentrating on my book this afternoon. Truly, it was the biography of Benazir Bhutto, the prime minister of Pakistan. She is the person I admire the most. Nevertheless, seldom did people know her. That is the reason why I couldn’t help myself to add him as a friend of mine. And who knows that was the beginning of my love story?

I cherished him as he was the only person I can talk about Benazir Bhutto with. It seemed that he was the expert of her. He told me everything about her history, even the gossips. Sometimes, I regretted that we didn’t meet each other earlier so that I could have someone to talk about politics every day.

In our lives, we all have this kind of people, that the existence of his or hers changed our lives. My access to current politics issues switched from the news to Andy. It was not until that day that I have realized this.

No ‘automatic news’ appeared on my Facebook that day. I felt weird so that I asked for news on his timeline. No reply. I was worried. I tried every way to find him but I couldn’t. I was absent in mind until my roommate told me that someone was waiting for me outside.

I saw him. ‘Is this the time that I can get the biography?’ he smiled.

I could hear the beat of my heart when he hugged me.

‘Hi, I am Andy. I am your schoolmate. I saw you today outside the photography room. You are a photographer, aren’t you? What a coincidence! I couldn’t love photography more. Can I get some information from you? By the way, your gesture of holding the camera is really cool! ^^’

 I laughed as I saw this. This person was really funny as that was the first time I heard the praise of my gesture of holding the camera. Smoothly, I added him as a friend of mine on the Facebook.

From that day on, I’ve got ‘the question of the day’. From ISO to shutter speed, from structure to lighting, from models to objects, he was interested in knowing every detail in photography. I was quite touched by his will power. He shared his photos on Facebook. I found he was really talented in it as he could always get some smart angles and special targets. Every day, I carefully checked his works and gave my comments.

I always got that kind of feeling when taking pictures. Most of the time, one cannot feel the existence of a person until his disappearance.

He appeared that day. No photos, no questions. And I felt his existence in my life.

As I got out of the photography room, holding a camera in my hand, he was there. ‘Need help?’ he asked.

I laughed again when I handed my camera to him. ‘You look cool in that gesture.’

The yearly carnival is a big event of the school. And this time, a musical drama is going to be shown. In order to achieve a brilliant show, Judy, Christine and Jackie were invited to work out the show together.

‘I heard you are a marvelous dancer!’

‘Thank you. And nobody can write stories better than you in this school. I am so happy that they can invite Jackie to record our show.’

‘It’s my glad to enjoy your performance through my camera lens, girls!’

It wasn’t long before Judy, Christine and Jackie became good friends. And we all know that it is girls’ natural instincts to talk about gossips when they gather together.

They spent one day to discover that they were all occupied. And another day to realize that Judy’s boyfriend likes dancing shows, Christine’s is a politics-lover and Jackie’s is learning photography. The third day was all about the appearance. It is such a coincidence that they have found all of their boyfriends has small eyes, round nose and big earlobes.

‘He got pimples on his face these days!’

‘Really? My boyfriend also started to get pimples after we went to that Sichuan cuisine restaurant the day before yesterday!’

‘Why not share their photos?’

And, the fourth day was a tragedy.