SMES STROLL - Original Fanfiction

Two.

I still couldn't stop thinking about him. It's like we were bound to be.

No, I'm just being delusional.
But I guess it's the solution, right?

I don't want to confess yet. It'd be weird to just walk up to him and confess my love towards him when we don't even know each other.

And I know that we will never know each other.
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4:17 PM

I arrived home late, which was not my intention. I knew I would get scolded by my mother, and I live in an Asian household so I can already imagine different types of scenarios I would be in once I walked in this very door in front of me.

"Here goes nothing." I took a deep breath and proceeded to open the door.

Surprisingly, nobody was home. I felt so dumb for not noticing that our car was missing.

I took off my shoes and carried them inside the house then put them inside the shoe box.

I was preparing my clothes so that after I took a bath, my pyjamas would be prepared and I would no longer need to get some because I, as you know, am a lazy person.

While I was taking a bath, I played some music in the bathroom so that it wouldn't sound too quiet.

After exfoliating, I get dressed up and went on my phone to see if I've got messages from anyone.

*In the trio's gc.*

LINDSAY
Bro
< Miss ko na sya!!

HAHAHAHAHA!
Lambing mo nmn naks >

< Luh ikaw pa kaya? HAHAHAHAHHA

Ang pogi ng leader ng kapatid ko brooo!!
Muntik na kong nahimatay!! >

< HINDI KO MAN KILALA KUNG CNO YAN!! >:((

Pakita ko sya bukas hehe >
Seen 4:48 PM

I finished taking a shower after a long day from school. I quickly dressed up and jumped on my bed. I stayed in one position for a bit before I turned over to grab my phone.

Then I suddenly started thinking about him. I still couldn't forget what kind of attire he was wearing. Everything was clear like I just wore a pair of reading glasses.

It's weird how I still remembered his face, his smile, his ways of taking action, everything.

I then over thought,

what made me fall in love with him?

It was a question that lingered on the tip of my tongue. I bit my nails as I flipped my body facing the ceiling, as my bed sheets wrinkled.

I started to sink deep inside my thoughts, as if I was being devoured by my brain, and began to wonder... What made me like him.

Number 1: his looks.

Now that I think about it, when I first saw him, my breath was taken away as soon as I saw how pretty he looked. He looked like the type of guy who had people simp over him last school year.

His eyes were Asian-like, his pupils reminded me of tapioca pearls. The mole on his nose complimented the shape of his bridge. I didn't care about the lips, but his smile was dangerous for me. When I saw his pearly whites for the first time, it felt like I was shot in the heart by Cupid.