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Chapter 19: Pathetic Me, Oh Well.

Chapter 19
Pathetic Me, Oh Well.

I've had my fair share of happiness. Proud to say, It was a good span of minutes in which consisted of pure, tear-filled laughter, me gasping for air, Brandon's embarrassed expressions and countless total fail excuses like: 'I was saving water and so I didn't have wash the foie gras'; another was 'I was stupid and is still stupid alright!'

That last, pathetic excuse from Brandon caused me to unattractively fall, laughing on the cold hard floor like a lunatic or some crazy old seal who just couldn't stop clapping. And to add to my embarrassment, I was laughing silently, and gasping for oxygen for the sake of my dear lungs.

However, my laughter like everyone else's had to die sooner or later. Mine however, had to die against my will. Due to Brandon's dismal mood and sulky behaviour- which to say was such a joy killer-, I had to end my laughing fit through force by clamping my mouth shut, trying my best to suppress another set of guffaws.

Unfortunately, Brandon didn't just want that. It was my turn to beg for forgiveness, he said. The only difference was that he did not just want a plain 'sorry.' He wanted it to be worthwhile ridiculous- which is stupid and it made me seem desperate because he commanded me to kneel down and beg like a puppy. And so, being the friend I was, I bitterly gave in to such immaturity. Which, by the way- was totally indignant of him to do that because I did not ask him to do such.

Right now, you may imagine and relive the embarrassing predicament I am in. I've knelt on the hard floor for about a bad five to eight minutes with a dress that was about an inch or two above my knee. Not only will my knees look maimed and bruised; but my skirt will probably set into a shade closer to soot. The previous empty area was now roamed and trekked by satisfied patrons from the different varieties of restaurants on the fifth floor of the mall.

Some people glanced at us with weirded out expressions. Others even bothered to ask Mr. Anti-Woman over here if I was alright or if he was alright. Unfortunately for me, some people even had the nerve to ask Brandon if he needed help to call the police. The rest of the buffoons on the other hand, dared to call me a gypsy, retard, slag or what. They in return, received an eye roll from me.

I'm just too cool to acknowledge the crowd. I just ignored them and they'll just have to deal with it whether they like it or not. I honestly don't care about them.

As you've known, this badass cares and loves for the ones whom she holds dearest, when she pities the needy, she loves God and *cough*, herself. The rest? They're flying extras that roam around the world. Just saying.

Brandon face grotesques into a disgusted scowl as he looked downcast, to make sure I was his hopeless little prey. Suddenly, a small smile slithered across his lips but as if upon realisation, Brandon quickly covered it up with a thin line of his own. "Now, say the word 'master' and bow down to me!"

I stared blankly at him and I think I felt my eye twitch, "Bro! Do not bow down to any other god other than our Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ! I believe in Him!" I gave random gesticulations with both hands.

Now, there was no stopping Brandon crack an amused smile, "chill girl! I was just testing if you'd comply and stoop to a lower level than stupidity. Well if there is a lower level, it would be lunacy." He gave in a sheepish grin and held his right hand as a gesture for him to help me up.

I stared at his hand for a moment but after a short while, I nervously placed my palm onto his grasp. Once my palm was secured in his, he closed the space between us by tugging me up.

The next thing may sound totally cliché; but, I can't hide the fact that I was completely careless. Since both of my legs were folded beneath to complete a kneeling position, it was my body keeping me balanced to avoid falling to the side or to fall forward.

My hands were there to support; however, one of them was clutched by Brandon's hand. And so, as pathetic as it sounds, my nerve cells were forgotten and both body and hand grew limp. Involuntarily, butterflies and volcanoes erupted inside my belly, making a sensation I've never really got to feel before. It felt like pure ecstasy, sweet haven, Charlie and the chocolate factory. Anything that makes you happy, name it.

Well, until I realised something.

It turns out that when you're tugged on a kneeling position, your legs are left behind and your body lurches forward. That's exactly what happened to me in public.

I fell face down into Brandon's chest.

In all honesty, I am screaming like a little girl who just found her lost barbie inside, but at the same time, I want to climb Mount Titlis on a snowy day in Switzerland, freeze to death and pass out. I felt embarrassed and I'm sure my cheeks were as red as a tomato.

Get a hold of it Dianne. You have to get over this stupid little crush on him.

I took a long, heavy breath in order to compose myself. Once I was sure that I would not make a complete fool out of myself again, I slowly looked up.

And then, our eyes met. Making me feel like the world just stopped. My heart was plummeting, my blood cells felt like exploding and all I could do was stare into a daze. Brandon on the other hand, had stopped breathing. His chest no longer move up and down. But his hand was still gripped tightly around mine and his other arm was gripped tightly around my waist. His eyes bulged out and I was afraid that they would fall out of their sockets.

I definitely felt embarrassed, confused and happy at the same time. Brandon on the other hand, was obviously shocked and horrified. What do I do next?