A Busy Day

It was a shady day of December. Clouds above are blocking the sun, making the weather much colder. " What's taking Lynn so long there?" Clay heard Jean murmured one time when they were eating their fries out. He saw jean looking through the crowd so he looked to, people are blocking their vision. They can't find Lynn through the crowd. The both of them ended up standing wand walking to Pancy and Lynn's direction, and saw that all the people are coming for their stall. What's with this people and their cravings for a milk tea though? Clay thought. They saw Lynn taking orders from the counter while Pancy must be behind the curtains making the orders. Jean looked at Clay with a shock of understanding what they have to do. They know that they have to help them, seeing through the situation, there is chaos. In addition to it, Lynn doesn't look stressed, in the contrary of it, she looked like she is enjoying what she is doing, which convinced Jean and Clay to go inside and help them. They think it would be a fun experience.

"I'm sorry but the cookies and cream flavor is not available already" Lynn graciously said to a young lady which order the flavored milk tea. The girl pouted her lips in disappointment and decided to order a different flavor of milk tea. Lynn punched the order in the counter and told the lady to wait on the other side of the counter. "Number 14, a Classic Strawberry and matcha" jean announced to the people waiting their order. The clouds are getting heavier and anytime soon, rain will start to fall. "Number 15, Matcha and a Cookies and cream" Clay shouted as a couple of girls giggled when they got their order in Clay's hand, leaving him a wink which he found really confusing. He stared at the ladies with deep curiosity as they walked out the counter into their seat. "Is it like this everyday here?" Pancy heard Clay asked through the curtain where she makes the order. She thinks that she would be better to make the orders while they collect and give away the orders, which is way easier than what she does. "Not really, I don't know what has got into people's tongues today" then all of them laughed.

Meanwhile, their friend Mark is having a very different day. "Come up here" He shouted down Winston who is still not climbing while he watches the trees features. Vines are crawling through the walls and the stairs, fallen and dried leaves are scattered everywhere, may it be on the ground of in the floor or maybe also in the roof of the tree house. Winston thinks it looks cool but it also looks not so attended. He is quite right there, since they all hang out at the tree house lately, given the circumstances. After some staring around, Winston chose to climb up the tree house with caution, he is not accustomed to climb up a wooden stair which looks so dry an old. Climbing up the stairs, he found himself facing a small fenced terrace, in his right, a small window is present. The blinds of the window are made of small straight woods covering the inside of the tree house, he walks through the window and found the door open. Mark pacing in and out of the tree house, Winston suppose he is cleaning because he has a handful of leaves in his hands. "Just need to tidy up a bit" Mark muttered which Winston took as his sign to help. He got inside and saw picture frames hang on the wall, slightly full of web and dusts.

He dusted off the web and dusts in the window blinds, rolled it up and the sun light entered the space, illuminating the inside of the house. The pictures now he can see from afar, even with the dusts and web on it. He walked to the picture frames and grab one of it. Not until then that he noticed, they were not photograph, but paintings. He admired the pictures, looking from each one of them, it has different paintings styles. The one in his hands is a geometrically abstract looking painting, one girl with a green dress, one in a blue dress, on in a man in a coat and a man in a… jacket, a black one, Winston thought. "That was us last Halloween, Clay painted it" He didn't realize that Mark was beside him until he spoke, he then averted his gaze at Mark and saw him smiling, genuinely. After some time of dusting and sweeping on the floor, they're finally done tidying the place up. Mark laid down a matt which he dusted outside and invited Winston to sit down with him.

"This is where I always go, not counting the house though"

They were both seated, facing the door, their backs turned on the paintings hang on the wall. Mark down, both his feet twisted together, leaning the wall behind. Winston leaning his back also in the wall beside Mark, his right elbow rested on his right knee while his left foot lay flat on the floor. They stared at outside for some time, then Mark started talking about how the place was built.

It was Him, Mark, and Jean who built the place by themselves when they were years younger than today. It does not look like how it used to look by then, since a lot of make over and Lynn's Father's renovation happened by now. It was Jean and Mark solace, where they find comfort. Years passed then until recently they met Clay, who in Mark's confusion is Jean's enemy in the first place. That's how he knew that Jean had a crush on jean since day one. Jean, in mark's knowledge, is not very sociable to man, she finds them very troublesome and irritating. After some time of Mark's talking and laughing when he remembers funny things that happened at the tree house, until an unexpected gesture happened, which left Mark in a Complicated state of mind.