You Are MINE

chapter 12

Anna: " hey, I'm so sorry, I was  surprised by my housemate"

After a few moments she answered back." You have housemate?, I really envy her"

Anna: " hhh, how come"

Tomboy: " cause she's so lucky to be with you all the time"

Anna" hhhhh, oh hey, I forget to ask your name"

Tomboy:" are you serious right now ?!!"

Anna: " that's your fault, you're the one who supposed to tell me"

Tomboy:" don't blame me I was taken by your mouthwatering lips"

I really haven't known why people keep staring at me before I found out it was my lips that catches someone eyes once they look at me.

Anna:" hummm"

Tomboy:" I can see someone blushing from here"

Anna:" the name please" I pressed the send with smirk emjo

Tomboy: " I'm laila "

Anna: " nice one" I sent while I looked up at the person who showed in front of me.

Wait, Anna what's her name?, her name, her name is... what's the problem with me don't caring about people name lately.

" I...I'm so hungery" she said shly as I remmbered my salad that I completely forgot about, and don't mind if she ate the refregerator itself." Me neither "

" what do you wanna eat for breakfast ?" Opening the door of refregerator I turned around to face her.

She looked at the bowl of the salad that I left on the island." I'm sorry I was so hungery yesterday. She pointed out at.

I would've minded if it weren't you
" oh no, no need to be, it's ok"

She smiled softly, oh god when she smiles I feel  I want to taste her lips on mine." Are you ok with stewed beens, and diary ?" I asked bending down to take some tomatoes from the drawer.

" yeah don't mind" she replied with same smile

For God's sake stop smiling I can't bear seeing such lips without feel it with my fingertips or lick it, stop or else I collapse them top on this island

I set on the stool across her as tension started to build up between us I kept stealing a look from her from time to time while she was eating, and she was giving me that damn smile of hers in return.

If only you know what are you doing to me you would have remain your lips pressed against on each other.

" I remembered you told me your name, but I already forgot it"

At that her expression hardened as ig she was displeased about it." I'm Maria " She dipped her bread in the stewed beens plate.

" wow. Maria. It's nice name "

" and yours is Anna, right ?" she buried the pite in her mouth giving me a look that says I didn't forget.

" you still remember?" I said pouring my eyes right into hers.

" yeah I didn't " when she spoke again  there was meaning in her tone I could sense it by the look that  she gave me.

There was awkward silence before her words pushed it away." Are you sick?"

What did she just said. Am I what. Did I heard her correctly?!!. I've been sick with this enduring  headache like forever, and no one of my friends who I used to hang with have ever notce that.  if even I don't show it because I always have my own way to pretend that I'm happy, but that can't stopp you of feeling someone or even notice  if something is wrong about them !!.

" what made you say that?" I asked taking a pite of cheese.

When she stared at me I feel like she was staring right inward me.

" You've changed a lots"

" alots...how so ?"

" thinner than before, and not that what made me say that" she silenced what wakes up my curiosity more.

I darted my mouth out on my lips as I waited for to continue.

" I don't know, but you've really changed. When I saw you since more than five or four months?" She said in questionable tone frowning her eyebrows." You were at least happeir"

Oh my goodness is she a psycich or something I don't know ?!.

" Yeah. I used to have always this headache" I looked up at her and found her was staring at me

" it's kinda headache that don't let you  sleep at night, and even if you did, you doubt if you already slept, or you just imagine"

" oh. That must be so painful" her gaze still holding mine

" yeah it is " I said lowing my tone, and trying to hide the hint of the  sadness that was about to show out on my face.

" I....I'm...." she tried to say something, but the words seemed to be heavy  for her.

I got up as bolt from the stool running away from her to hide the feelings that started to flow out off me. I felt like I want to throw my body on her chests, and cry out all what have been hurting me.

I closed the door of my room, opening my window to allow the sun to creep in, curling up under the sheet of my bed, and played the classic music that always cheers me up.  The angelic voice of celine dion has always  magic on my hard state.