Just For You

Friday, June 28, 2013

Lean On Me posted at 7:43 AM

She wriggled her toes around and tapped her heels lightly on the ground, hoping that it would make the 2 inch tall heels slightly more bearable, but since when were heels ever tolerable.

Before two days ago, she'd never thought that she would ever wear heels out on a casual outing. However, today, it was different. Today's casual outing was what society termed as a 'date' and boy, she was as nervous as hell.

What she wore today wasn't exactly her usual style either. On a normal day out with her friends, she would just randomly put on a hoodie and a pair of shorts, but for today, she had a SKIRT on.

Now, girls out there might think. What's wrong with skirts? Oh, you girls don't know. How disgustingly short these pieces of fabric can get, how a gust of wind might accidentally make a guy's day and how inconvenient it is to move around with it flapping up and down with every step you take.

She pressed the home button on her phone (a little too hard) and the screen lit up, with the numbers 15:24 on it. 6 more minutes. They had agreed to meet at the top up machine in the MRT station at 15:30, but because she was afraid she would keep him waiting (which she didn't), she turned up at 15:00 anyway.

Tugging at the hem of her skirt, she started to wonder how it was possible to wear a skirt on every single date. Maybe, dating wasn't really her thing after all. She stared down at the pair of unfamiliar shoes (she had borrowed them from her friend) and started to wriggle her toes around in them again. The tip of the show was narrow, and it squeezed her toes together so tight, she felt like kicking them off after wearing them for a mere 1 1/2 hours. How do those girls wear them for an entire day straight? Don't they know it's bad for their spine?

Soon, she saw a figure appearing right in front of her. Snapping her head upwards, she was greeted with his dazzling yet awkward smile.

"Sorry, I didn't know you would be earlier than me," he said sheepishly.

"I'm the one who's too early,"

She swore internally that her face wasn't just a thousand shades of red right now.

"Let's go, shall we?"

"Yeah, okay!"

For some reason, the MRT station was weirdly crowded at this time. They walked down the long stretch of entrances slowly, trying to keep a look out for the shortest queue.

Just then, she felt his hand edge towards hers ever so slightly till his fingertips brushed against hers. As though on reflex, she drew her hand back slightly and balled it up into a loose fist. His fingertips brushed lightly against her knuckles again. She hesitated for a minute or so, but unfurled her fingers to let his fingers intertwine around hers till both of them could feel the heat of each other's palms pressing against each other.

Slowly, she could feel heat spreading across her cheeks and the ends of her lips threatening to curl upwards into a smile. Looking up at him (he was at least a head and a half taller than her), she didn't know that he been looking at her all this while. Turning her head quickly in embarrassment, she heard a light chuckle escaping from his mouth.

They reached the end of the line of entrances where the queues were the shortest and joined in quickly. The MRT arrived quickly and Singaporeans, being Singaporeans rushed in like a swarm of bees and they only barely managed to get in.

Her position was an awkward one, she was so close to the doors, they might have actually cut her stomach into half if she didn't move in that bit more. And the worst thing about this position was that, she had no support.

The MRT started moving. She placed her free hand on the train doors to keep her balance, but it was difficult to do so.

"Are you okay?" he bent down and whispered by her ear.

"Yup!" But truth be told... no.

The train ride went on pretty smoothly, so she started to relax her frame and placed her hand by her side again, preparing to only balance herself when the train jerked to a stop at the next station.

Suddenly, to her utter horror, the train jerked quite badly. Stunned, she couldn't respond quite in time to it, worse still, she was wearing those darn heels.

Just when she thought she was about to fall backwards, her backward falling action was put to a halt. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist and pushed her back up so that she regained her support.

Her eyes widened and instead of turning her head around to look at him, she stared down at the pair of disgusting shoes like she did before.

"It's all your fault," she screamt in her mind to her shoes, her inner mind theatre depicting a scene of her smashing those shoes into pieces after she had gone home.

The train slowed down as it approached the next station and jerked as it came to a complete stop.

The arms that wrapped round her waist tightened slightly to prevent her from falling once again.

Her face flushed a million times redder than it was before.

Leaning in to whisper in her ear once again, he said, "Lean on me from now on, whatever may come."