◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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Rishma's POV :
She looked at me from top to bottom. Sitting with her legs crossed.
She rested her one hand on the sofa and supports her head, while the other rests on the lap.
"Are you sure about this?"
Finally she uttered something. It's have been more than ten minutes we are standing infront of Mrs. Masson like criminals who had committed some crime, with invisible handcuffs.
"Yes." I said.
But all this time Chris just stands next to me with his arms folded and staring at the wall.
"She said yes, are you sure about this?" Mrs. Masson asked Chris and he answered immediately.
"No."
"What?" Mrs Masson and I asked out loud in unison.
He looked at both of us and clearly said, "By no I mean... I won't do things which hurt Rishma and cause trouble."
"Hooo." We both sighed in relief.
Mrs. Masson quickly sat up straight on the couch and said, "Okay." "You two should be stepped inside the gate by ten o'clock."
Chris and I looked at each other face to face.
"If only for one reason, if anyone finds out you two are out all night then we three have to hang out all night together." She looked at us with a grin. "Please don't make me pack my bags." She added.
"We won't," Chris assured. "Yes we won't" I assured believing in Chris's assurance.
"Okay. You can go." she said.
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Chris's POV :
I wore a very neatly ironed black pant and a white t-shirt. I rolled the sleeves up to the elbows. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment.
My outfit is enough to make the people misunderstand that I'm dating.
I took my mobile and left the room.
I saw her sitting in living room and writing something seriously.
Rishma is wearing the red gown I gave her to wear in the party at Silver Star Academy. She is as beautiful to see today as she was then.
I slowly took each step without making sound.
Curious to know what is being written so seriously, I reached behind and looked at the paper. She did not know that I was behind. I read the paper in my mind.
MISSING
Dear Friends,
In our Geography class, with black stripes in yellow colour, sharp point at the tip, worn rubber on the bottom, 9 centimeter height, slim body, my fair and handsome, pencil went missing. Anyone who finds my little pie should call me on my number.
