the end of the day, exactly the last hour around 4 o'clock, the
teacher had decided we needed an extra hour of Biology. This is
both our last year and we're the only two who have problems with
that major. It sucks. Why couldn't my friends just explain it to
me? This entire DNA stuff; it kills me. Actually, it's not true.
Because of it I kind of exist [I do understand it, I just explain
you, I never got why you didn't understand it. I thought I was
the only dumb-ass in class, but it's not. Maybe I shouldn't call
you dumb-ass, but it makes me feel not alone, you
there we were, both with the heads in the books and trying not to
laugh about the pictures of the naked people. It wasn't the
chapter we needed to study, but you had to do something on this
bloody last period, right? Giggling as softly as possible, you
hold your hand up, meaning page 50, to show me that picture where
they show how to make babies. Very nice, Harry, you're really
full of humour.
of nothing the teacher pipes up and threatens if we don't start
with the right chapter, we have to stay another hour. And
suddenly I get it; we're not here for our dumb-ass-ness, but for
our sense of humour.
Sighing extremely loud you tell the teacher you forgot your
book with the right chapter and if it's okay you can study from
my book. You kind of make it sound like I don't need it because I
already know this stuff. You are so sweet.
teacher won't accept your behaviour and sighing just like you did
before she tries to find her own book- no luck. It's like this
was all planned. You walk up to me with that mischief smile you
always have and never seem to lose, and I can't help but wonder
what you're up to. How is it possible you don't have the book and
the teacher lost hers? How come you manage to sit next to me and
place your hand on my knee and make me shudder like
grab the pencil that was lying on my desk and start writing in my
book. Well, more drawing that it is. Harry ♥ Christina. And next
to that you put that hideous smiley you always have to draw. It
kind of ruins it all, but I take it for granted. That is because
I love you.
the teacher starts shouting that I need to take the right page in
front of me. It's like she can see it. Now we both sigh extremely
loud and giggling at the same time. You could say we're made for
each other. That's what you whisper in my ear like all the time.
I didn't come up with that myself.
decided that it's better if I do what the teacher says, because I
rather spend the rest of the day on my sofa in your arms than
sitting here, reading about DNA. God, this stuff is so boring. As
I try to read the first few words of the chapter, you already
skip that page to go to the next, wanting me to think you know it
all and that you read it about a hundred times. Okay, that is
what I try to think, but I know you mean something else. You just
want my attention and this is how you can get it.
swat you arm softly and gentle, but still trying to show that it
is not correct. You make a soundless laugh at me and form with
your lips a kiss. Just for a second, because the teacher is
watching again. She knows it's hopeless to put us together, but
it's not like she has a choice. It makes me laugh.
Really, I should read that page. It's just one page, and then
I'm satisfied. As far as I'm concerned I'm done.
might think this is an everyday business, but look around you.
Next to you sits a miracle."
look next to me and see a smiling Harry. Seconds later you look
as I did when my gaze rested on you. You read the same thing.
Again you grab that pen and make an arrow next to the world
miracle pointing in my direction. But before I can take the pen
back to make the arrow point in your direction you take my hand
in your free one, squeeze it and then write on the top of my
"You're my Miracle."
tell you Harry: you're mine.