Limerence : Love Journey

Chapter 1 To Be or Not To Be

He Said to Belamour : I don't understand. Why don't you tell that to anyone?

Voice: Why would I do that? No one cares about me; no one ever calls me or shares anything with me. So, I am my own; I always have been. Nobody ask me go out , Nobody ask me chill. Nobody talks to me unless I talk to them fist. Nobody ask me how I'm doing

- - - Few hours earlier - - -

"Hey, lazy, wake up," Rose said to Fiora. The two girls, roommates and best friends since childhood.

"Oh no, it's 7:30. I'm running late again. Mr. Black will kill me if I'm late today," Fiora exclaimed as she reluctantly got out of bed, still feeling tired. (It's the fourth time in a row, and I shouldn't be proud of it, but for some reason, I feel proud.)

"Unlike you, Fiora, I don't want to be late on my first day at the office," Rose remarked with a playful smile, testing Fiora.

Fiora made a joke, placing one palm on her forehead and saying, "Look who's talking to me, the one who always loses on the straight way."

Groggily, Fiora got out of bed and went to brush her teeth at the bathroom basin. She knotted her silky brown hair playfully as she got dressed.

Rose said, "Fiora, you look like an angel—brown eyes, brown silky hair, and fang teeth." But Fiora knew her buddy well and expected a little sarcasm.

Fiora answered with a hushed "hammhum" and a lovely little nod, waiting for the inevitable sarcasm.

Rose said, attempting to lighten the situation, "However, I fail to see why you're single. Oh, wait, I see. It's because you're a female who is obstinate."

After finishing her brushing, Fiora laughed and remarked, "Hahaha, very funny"

After finishing her brushing, Fiora laughed and made a silly face before saying, "Hahaha, very humorous of you."

As she nearly made it to the door, Rose said, "You lazy person, breakfast is ready." Eat it now before it gets cold, then move quickly to avoid missing your school bus."

With a broad smile, Fiora replied that she was relieved she didn't have to prepare breakfast herself. "Thank you, Miss All-Knower," she shot back. To be clear, this is not a school bus; this is a college bus."

With Rose gone, Fiora finished breakfast, headed for a bath, and then checked her timetable before packing her bag. As the evening approached, she left home and now stands at the bus stop, patiently waiting for her ride.

As Fiora waited at the bus stop, she noticed a bicycle pass by – the newspaper boy, an orphan who also happened to be a fellow student at the same college as Fiora.

Her heart raced with just a glimpse of him.

She wondered how he managed to work and never be late for college or any class.

Her chain of thoughts broke as the college bus arrived.

She took her seat on the bus.

"Hey kid, aren't you being late for college?" the old man asked Bellamour while taking his newspaper.

"Nah, don't worry, Gramps. I got a lift. Mr. Potter will drive me in his truck while we head to his shop," Bellamour assured with a nod.

Despite talking about the truck, Bellamour's gaze lingered on the bus, contemplating how Fiora managed to excel in every subject.

In his thoughts, he acknowledged, "She's beautiful too."

"Do you like her?" the old man asked.

"Yeah," Belamour replied without thinking. Then, realizing what he said, he hurriedly added, "No, no, no."