Chapter Eleven. [S2]

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Help, I'm still at the restaurant...
Still sitting in a corner I haunt.
Cross-legged in the dim light..
They say, "What a sad sight", I...
I swear you could hear a hairpin drop,
Right when I felt the moment stop..
Glass shattered on the white cloth...
Everybody moved on, I...
I stayed there.
Dust collected on my pinned-up hair..
They expected me to find somewhere...
Some perspective, but I sat and stared..
Right where you left me.

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Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?
Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it...
She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy.
How it was supposed to be?
Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?
Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it...
She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy,
And you're sitting in front of me..

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Rory~

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Rory~

IT was already evening. It's been a few hours since we had our mind blowing sex and we were just chilling in bed, talking about some nonsensical stuff that didn't matter much.

Now, I was hungry. So, I got up from the bed and got dressed decently after cleaning myself. I went into the kitchen to find something good enough or edible enough to eat. The kitchen at the Maybank household was still the same as the last time we were here. 

I doubt I'd find anything good inside the fridge expect for some beer bottles. But I still carry on.

I do take out one of the beer bottles from inside, lit another blunt while I make pancakes for both JJ and I. That's all I could find that was still edible.

I mixed the pancake batter in a bowl and made the food in silence as I smoked. Finally finishing up making pancakes, I get them into a plate and take it back with me to JJ's bedroom, where he was still chilling.

I wonder what he's doing, it's been too quite for the past fifteen to twenty minutes that I busied myself in dinner. 

"Hey, lover..." I entered the room with the plate of pancake in one hand, and a beer bottle in the other, while I held the blunt between my lips. "I made us pancakes," I added as I placed them on the nightstand.

"Pancakes for dinner? That's cool," He smiled widely at me as he took the beer bottle from my hand and took a large swig of the content before placing the bottle beside the plate of pancakes as well.

That's when I notice what he was doing. He had retrieved his stick and poke tattooing kit and was giving himself a tattoo on his ankle.

"What are you doing?" I giggled, as I sat down beside him.

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