I FOUND OUT MORE ABOUT SECOND IMPACT!!!

SO WE WERE SAT IN THE GRASS, AND MY STUD STARTED CUTTING OUT GRASS WITH HIS RIGHT HAND. HE LOOKED SAD AND NOSTALGIC. WHEN HE GETS THAT WAY, I DON'T LIKE IT. AND I CANNOT REACH THAT PLACE WHERE HIS MIND GOES.

"REMEMBER THAT GUY THAT USED TO LOOK AT ME WITH WILLING EYES?" HE ASKED ALL OF A SUDDEN. I DID NOT WANT TO BREAK THAT SUDDEN SILENCE.

"WHICH ONE OF ALL???" I SAID.

"WELL... WE MADE A BET, REMEMBER? YOU SAID THERE WAS NO WAY THE GUY WOULD NOT TALK TO ME. SO WE BET MONEY..."

"YES????"

"YY---EAH. I BET YOU 100 BUCKS HE WOULDN'T TALK TO ME. YOU BET 100 BUCKS HE WOULD. AS I WAS SURE I WOULD WIN THE BET I TOLD YOU """IF THE GUY TALKS TO ME, I PAY YOU 100 BUCKS, BUT YOU LET ME FLIRT WITH HIM""". YOU THOUGHT IT 5 MINUTES AND SAID """OOO-KAY..."""

"AND?"

"HE FELL FOR ME"

"TO THE FLOOR???"

"NO. WORSE... IN LOVE"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!"

"I SAW IT!"

"WHERE"

"IN HIS EYES..." SAID THE MUFFIN QUIETLY, THINKING.

"WHAT?!" ...THE HELL!!!

"IN HIS ATTITUDE TOO. SO IT TOOK ME A WEEK TO DECIDE I WOULD TRY TO SPEAK WITH HIM. I TRIED. FROM 25 TO 30 TIMES. BUT HE WOULD STAY STILL, CHANGE DIRECTION WHEN WALKING, AND PLAINLY ABOIDED ME, EVEN RUN AWAY..."

"SO I OWE YOU 100 BUCKS..."

"I DON'T KNOW. IT WAS HOW IT HAPPENNED. IT WASN'T COOL. IT WAS LIKE I WAS NOT SEXY OR SOMETHING. OR DEMONSTRATES HOW A GUY CAN FALL FOR ME, BUT NEVER SPEAK TO ME. IT FELT LIKE HE WAS SAYING I WAS UGLYER THAN MR. BEAN... "

AND HE ADDED----------

"...BESIDES. IT KINDA REMINDED ME ABOUT THE SECOND IMPACT..." HIS EYES WENT BRILLIANT BUT HE DID NOT CRY.

"GOD WAS INVOLVED IN THAT SHIT, RIGHT????" I ASKED.

"YES. HE WAS. I DON'T KNOW IF WHAT HE DID WAS ON PURPOSE. BUT IT WAS A MISTAKE... I'VE BEEN TOLD HE'S REGRETFUL ABOUT IT. LIKE HIS REGRET WOULD ERASE ALL THE PAIN..."

"BUT GOD IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD GUY???"

"HE IS... WITH A LOT OF PEOPLE. IT'S NOT COOL TO HAVE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD THAT DOESN'T WORK, YOU KNOW...

AND HE ADDED...
READ THIS:

"BESIDES HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A LOT OF THINGS HE'S NOT"

"TELL ME MORE... " I SAID.

"IF I DON'T TALK TO YOU" HE SAID WITH EMPTY EYES, AND CUTTING SOME MORE GRASS WITH HIS HAND... "ABOUT IT... IT'S CAUSE... I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU"

I HUGGED HIM.
ALL OF A SUDDEN HE SPOKE WITH A BIG SMILE IN HIS EYES.

"I WANT A STARBUCKS HAZELNUT SKINNY LATTE!"

"WHY IT HAS TO BE SKINNY???"

"CAUSE... I... WANT TO BE SKINNY???"

"I HATE THAT STRICT GODDAMNED DIET YOU HAVE"

"I LOVE IT"

HE SAID SMILING. THAT SMILE. A CYNIC SMILE. LIKE VASH THE STAMPEDE'S SMILE. A SMILE THAT HIDED SO WELL A LOT OF PAIN.

"ALRIGHT... LET'S GO" I SAID.

WHAT WAS THE SECOND IMPACT ALL ABOUT?