Gemma, Olga & Ophelia (A Gemma Orsman Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

dedicated to the one and only Gemma. I saw the vid. I was unable to write for a few months coz I lost my pen in writing and my mental is not doing very good so I unpublished this fanfic and got my little munimuni (munimuni is a Filipino word that means to unwind or to think.) so, if this chapter doesn't go well, blame my mental.

This will be a short update coz I'm busy with acads. I'll make up on Chap 4.

Note: I don't know what's life out there. I'm just solely using my imagination for everything. So if there are any mistakes made, please bare with me.

Chapter 3: Sober Up

I stared at my reflection on the mirror inside this thrift shop. I fixed myself and stopped when I got contented. I'm now wearing a black leather coat and tied my hair up in a bun. I made it as messy as my heart's content. I'm also waiting for Gemma to finish picking her's. We both didn't have any layers and it's getting cold so we stopped by here. I'm still tipsy but it's manageable.

We already talked about a lot of stuff.

"I got mine now. Let's pay." It's Gemma holding a Brown leather coat.

"Who said we're gonna pay these?" I raised a brow.

At this point, I already knew that she knew what's gonna happen next.

Without saying a word, we both ran.

We ran until we had enough distance from the thrift store.

"What the fuck was that?!" Gemma exclaimed, still chasing her breath.

"That's called spontaneity." I answered also panting and laughing.

"You're insane..." Gemma hysterically whispered.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I casually answered.

That then, for a minute or two, the noise between us is just pure panting.

"Let's get coffee? Let's sober up." I was the first to break the silence.

"You're still not sober with what you did, huh?" she sarcastically asked.

I just playfully shrugged.

I like putting people I just knew in trouble. That's how I filter people around me. If they can't ride with this insanity, I'm not for them to keep.

"Starbucks?" she asked.

"An overpriced coffee for a sober up? No." I exclaimed.

Her face immediately reacted to my statement. She looked puzzled.

"To my flat."