Life doesn't always seem to work your way. It surprises you, in the most deadly and sometimes happier ways.
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"We never broke up"
"We were never together"
"What was it, that we had?"
"Almost love"
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"If it is 'Yes' I will be on cloud nine, If it is...
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SO I was sitting on the passanger's seat, write beside my lovely boyfriend - Hugo.
My eyes looked around for a good song and finally we (my mind and heart) settle for "Lover" by Taylor Swift. The moment the song started playing, Hugo rolled his eyes.
THE AUDACITY
"Really, Seb? This song again?" he teased. His eyes never left the road nor did his unmistakable smirk leave his face.
I shot him a glance. "What's wrong with it?"
Hugo let out a chuckle. "Your taste in music, that's what."
"Oh, shut up," I muttered, shifting in my seat, I was already feeling annoyed by this even though we have back-and-forth banters all the time, but today, after the LONG TIRING SCHOOOL we both had, I was not in the mood for it. "At least I don't play that same five songs on repeat like you do."
He laughed again, what is so amusing? huh? "Hey, those five songs are classics. They've got depth. Not like this," he said, gesturing towards the speakers.
I clenched my jaw, turning the volume up a little.
YES guys I am a rebel. Specially when it comes to her - Ts<3
"You just don't get it."
"Or maybe you just have bad taste," Hugo's grin started widening. His teasing was lighthearted, but for some reason, it was rubbing me the wrong way.
I was tired ok? YOU DO NOT MESS WITH THE TIRED ME
I felt the frustration building inside me "Bad taste? Seriously? You wanna talk about bad taste when you listen to the same boring stuff over and over?" I spat out. Maybe yelled. A little.
Hugo gave me a short glance, then chuckled under his breath. I could see the corners of his mouth twitch like he was trying not to laugh. "Wow, someone's cranky today."
Boy looks like someone has a death wish.
I shot him a glare. "Cranky? No, I'm just done with you acting like a critic every time I pick a song or do anything!"
He didn't say anything for a moment. He just kept driving, his hands resting casually on the steering wheel.
