Last night I slept late as I was telling Freya all about Mr. Maxwell and what happened in last few days.
Her reaction was epic, it was a sight to watch.
"Did he wiped out the cream from your face?" She asked excitedly, her eyes dreamy.
"No fre, he just gave me his handkerchief" I laughed at her.
She pouted definitely thinking that he wiped out the cream, because she is totally crazy for this lovey dovey thing.
"But, I still have his handkerchief" I smiled shyly
Her eyes came back to being dreamy,
"You are totally crushing over him"
"No I am not" I denied
"Ohh please, from what I have heard. I'm sure you are" she smirked.
"You were the one who asked me about him" I said defensively. I do not like him
"Yeah but the way you described him, and the look in your eyes-" my eyes widened and I jumped at her tackling her down on the floor.
"No, there was no look in my eyes"
"Deny all you want Oli" she laughed vexing me
"Fine, say whatever you want. I was just telling you about him because you asked" I pouted and stood up.
"Did you already kissed him?"
"What??? No" I look horrified at her.
"Okay okay chill"
"I'm going to bed before you drive me crazy" I started walking towards my room.
"Okay goodnight. Have Mr Maxwell dreams" she laughed like maniac
"No pasta for you ever again" I glared at her from staircase
"Fine, I will asked Mr Maxwell to come home, and tell him about the delicious pasta you make. I'm sure you can't deny him" she said teasingly.
"Ughhhh" I groaned and continue to walk to my room.
"Good morning, sunshine" Freya came in my room and laid down beside me. I looked at her my mind still playing last night conversation about how she said I like Mr. Maxwell
"Why are you up so early?" I asked her because I always have to wake her up.
"I have to go to work early" she replied her eyes closed
"But last night you said you have to go late" I mumble
"That's because I wanted to hear the gossip" she mumbles back in sleepy voice
Rolling my eyes, I removed the duvet off my body, pulling myself up from the bed while grabbing my hair to put it in a bun and walked towards bathroom to brush.
"Freya, wake up. You will be late" I try pulling her up from the bed but she was heavy.
"Okay I'm going to count 3 and if you're not up then, I will tickle you" I warned her as I know how much ticklish she is.
When she didn't respond making me roll my eyes, I started counting
"1, 2, 3"
"Fine, I warned you" before my hand could touch her, she opened her eyes and she run out of the room pushing me aside.
"God, you are such a kid" I shouted at her from back.
Shaking my head, I walked downstairs towards the kitchen to make breakfast.
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ORPHANAGE GIRL
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