"Did you take my pen?"
You gave a smile and shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at you, trying to ignore the familiar pitter-patter that was the beating of my heart. Your smile was perfectly unreadable.
That unreadable expression was the one which I had learned to hate and love in the past month, and right now I was trying to decide whether I should kiss or slap that unreadable expression away. I needed my pen right now; absolutely needed it. Without it, copying what was written on the Powerpoint presentation would be truly impossible.
"I'm going to ask you one more time - did you take my pen?"
Your smile then morphed into a tight-lipped frown as you handed me back my beloved Faber Castell pen.
Sometimes, I wondered if you were bipolar too.
YOU ARE READING
You And Me
RomanceI'll say it right here, Parker. Though I reply to your I love you with an equally warm-hearted I love you too, somewhere deep inside of me, I doubt if I really do love you. Yes, only you can make me feel this way - so emotional and so messed-up insi...
