"Deeeeen! I am soo kilig. Hahaha. Alfred's on his way. He's taking me out again"
What?! I cant let her go with that walking eye brows again.
"You cant leave Ly, you know very well that you need enough rest for our game against army"
"Ive slept a day Den. I can handle it promise"
"Ly please"
"No. Den please. Give Alfred a chance. He's really nice"
"Ugh Ly please Ugh. You kniw what? Just listen to what i have to say. Listen ok?"
"Fine. I'll give you a minute"
"Nope. Give me hmmmm, i think 10 would do"
"Fine. Just say what you need to say. He might be here any minute now"
" I've always wanted to push you off a cliff then rush to the bottom to save you.
I've always wanted to stay mad at you. But doing so is such a torture. How am i suppose to stay mad when i can't even tell myself to start.
I've always wanted to ignore you. But with just one look, i always find myself coming back to you.
You are my sister, my brother, my mother, my father, my lolo, my lola, not my lover but i know we're more than friends. You are my best friend and my worst enemy.
I've always wanted to win. I always win in every battle i face but never a single battle with you.
Oasis says it all. I really don't believe that anybody feels the way i do about you. Nobody hates you but loves you so damn fcking much that it hurts like hell but me.
I have loads of reasons why i hate you. Let me tell you about it.
I hate the way you walk
You walk like a penguin. Feet apart, looking so tired as ever. But always oozing with appeal and confidence
I hate the way you talk
I hate the way you stutter when we talk. I hate the way you play with sweet words then take them back later on.
I hate the way you look at me
I hate that you dont look at me the same way i do to you. I hate that you dont look at me the way you look at the lucky one.
I hate the way you smile
I hate that your smile can light up the deepest and darkest part of my being. I hate how your smile can light me up when all i could see is darkness
I hate those big brown eyes
The first time i ever laid my eyes on yours, i actually thought it was naturally black. But when you looked with the same intensity, i figured they were amber, more like hazel brown. I never liked huge eyes, more so, brown eyes. But when i saw yours, i never wanted them any other size and color. They just seem to catch mine for who knows how long. I hate that i get lost in them ALWAYS. I hate that they dont see me the way mine sees you. I hate that theyre never for me.
I hate the way you write
I hate that the lucky one need not to ask for your sweet letters while i have to bribe you for one. I hate that you always need to consult me before even giving it to that lucky but fcky creature. (Not that im jealous...but i am)
I hate your shoulders
I hate that theyre all i need when i need something to cry on.
I hate your hugs
I hate that theyre what keeps me warm when the world turns cold. And i hate the never ending never-let-go-i-need-you-forever hug you always give me when you cry.
I hate your arms
I hate that theyre my latibule. Your long arms wrapped against me is what always comforts me. A touch from them can always make my day complete.
