Seasons

Was it Day 5?

"Oh, God!" 

If I only had a camera with me, it would be a really funny opportunity to capture this view in front of me. How could this woman with such great poise be such a scaredy cat and be so shocked despite of me doing nothing at all?
 
"You and your antics!” She sighed and creased her forehead, practically showing her annoyance. I smiled in contentment as I find satisfaction in seeing her struggle to be patient of me. ”What are you doing here? You're supposed to be asleep."

"I should be, but you opened your door for me, so perhaps I am welcomed." I said, crossing my arms while wiggling my eyebrows.
 
Michelle just sighed and closed the door when I entered their designated room. I did not bother to ask where her roommate's whereabouts was. I walked my way to the leather couch available and made my back rest after a long day of maintaining a queen posture.
 
Michelle, on the other hand, seems to be so used to me crashing their room, as she just continued fixing and organizing her makeup from different brands. I rested my head on the blue pillow she has here and stared at her. She was not facing me, but I could see her reflection in the mirror.
 
You must love her perfectionism. She looks so focused.

"At least acknowledge my presence, I guess." I blabbered randomly to steal her attention. She looked at me through the mirror with a blank expression, so I smiled like a kid at her.
 
"Presence acknowledged," she plainly said.
 
Unbelievable.

I straightened my posture while still lying on the couch. "Wow. As if you were not acting like you’ve seen a ghost when you opened that door."

I observed how her shoulder got tensed.  I saw how she exhaled for a moment before she stood up. She then grabbed the mini stool near their closet and placed it in front of me. She made herself sit comfortably before giving me her attention.
 
That's more like it.
 
"Seriously, though, I can't seem to understand why you like to bombard us in our room." She said while fidgeting her watch. My eyebrow raised and jokingly raised my fist as if I’m about to hit her.

"I don't?"
 
"You do, babe. You do."

I got up from lying down and seated myself in an indian position. Facing her, I flicked her forehead and rested my chin on my fist. "I am not bombarding you. I am just trying to have some quality time with you. You see, blame our fans. They demand for our interactions like it’s required." I confidently said and winked at her.
 
The Filipina woman in front of me crossed her legs while keeping this eye contact between us. See? That's the thing about her. You can never know what's on her mind, but it feels like there is so much going on. She looks like she's constantly thinking.

"I can't blame them. They concluded that one of us is purposely avoiding being together."
 
"Then they would probably go nuts if they knew that we were too damn close."

I was able to catch that small smirk in her face before she shook her head, probably assuming that what I was thinking was silly. "Haaay.. Anntonia."

I find it adorable when she acts like this. I feel like I am too much to handle because I annoy the heck out of her with my indirect flirting and our constant banter. She unintentionally reacts in a very Filipino way, which is why sometimes I tend to not understand, but by the looks of it, she seems too adorable with those expressions.

"Hey," I said, standing up and playfully tugging on her shirt. She stood up too and stretched her arms to lessen the pain of her muscles.

Her physique is very admirable. I do not know. I get a lot of compliments saying that my body is incredibly toned, but Michelle's is way more captivating.

"I am starving. Let's eat."
 
She stared at me for a second, but to my surprise, she just partially jumped sideways and plumped her body against her bed, snuggling at the warmth and softness of it.
 
"Hey!" I exclaimed and lightly smacked her feet.