Music and Bugs (Part 3)

“Catching a Beatle requires a lot of determination and intelligence.", she pretended to read. "First, the individual must be sure that he is capable of comitting a crime, such as calling a famous singer his property, and prohibiting him freedom. Hey, are you sure you wanna do it? I mean I didn’t know you were such a fan.” She laughed to herself. This was fun, the torturing-someone-else game in revenge.

She knew the guy never actually meant whatever he said, anyway. It was all one big laugh, or something. Now, she was the one enjoying life. “Hey—please—just damn look.” he said with ease and looked for something handy under the bed. But she started doing something that he would’ve liked a couple of seconds ago, that now was only stressing.

“We all live in the Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine….” she sand softly, but loud enough for him to hear. She giggled a couple of times, and kept working, while he banged his head hard with a corner of his bed. Enough.

He approached her with anger and head ache, and placed both of his hands in her head, and made her turn around. She turned around immediately. He was going to sya something loud and frustrated, but it was too late.

“A bug, see??!?!! A Beeeeetle. One big, amazing—” Bug, that was flying away. That had stood and maintained long enough at his window, but had had enough, and now was flying away, and they didn’t even try to catch it.

As it took out his wings and ascended from the window border, he started shutting up, and thought that convincing her was not as important anymore. It mattered more that their only chance of getting a decent grade was flying away from them, after they had had so much time to just think and grab it.

She had a chance to look at its size, and kept gazing at it while he fled away. Minutes passed. He finally noticed his hands were still covering her cheeks and ears, and so he removed them. They both were glancing at the window, so speechless.

It was awkward. But deep inside, he knew he had been right since the beginning, and now she was the one fooled. Not that he cared too much about his grades, or anything. Not as much as she did, at least.

He threw himself on his bed and glanced around. He saw how she opened her mouth, but just couldn’t speak. “Why the hell didn’t you, like…catch it?” she said with difficulty, and he was amazed at all the anger she was willing to hide.

“But I told you. How was I supposed to know how to catch it? What if it was like poisonous or somethin’?” Truth was, he didn’t really care, if the bug was dangerous or not. “I just read it! Common beetles are not poisonous!! Weren’t you like listening to me?” She was still annoyed. “No, sorry, I was too occupied admiring its grandness.” He couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Gotcha, fool.

“And so why didn’t you catch it??? It was like a one in a million bug, retard! And I ask again, were the hell are we going to get beetles?” she sighed harshly, and sat down on the chair. She rolled her eyes, and looked as if she was going to nag her head against the desk soon enough. He stood up calmly, whatsoever, and walked towards her, and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. “Hey, Let it Be.”