One of Those Nights

V.

V.

By now, I'm not quite sure where I'd plunged my anger.

Or perhaps, Cameron stole it and hide it in his pocket.

If I swipe my anger and focus on the good things that happened a while ago, my subconscious would feel like 'some btch he fucked on the bleacher.'

I can set aside that. Never mind my subconscious.

Yes, I'm going to.

Fine! I would look at myself as a bitch tonight, tomorrow morning and for the rest of my life but I wouldn't want to slur moments with Cameron.

I wanna be friends with him.

Perhaps, more than that. No! I snap myself and kick my pillow.

Don't play with your self Mi. You like Cameron.

Okay, yes, geez, I like him. Maybe because of his huge cock or his damn tongue that swirls around my mouth.

He's fucking good in bed. Ops, should I say, fucking good in floor?

He was perfectly damn good in floor, how much more in bed? Oh I just want to try.

Imagine how the "life's a wheel" fitted into my jiffy?

Sometimes, it runs so fast that you don't know that you've already reached the place you thought would be so far.

See? It was just Thursday afternoon when I dropped all that papers I had written perverted stuffs; yes, sex scenes for nothing, I just feel like writing it. It was just Thursday afternoon when a guy saw those; not entirely read everything but still read something. He stole 3 pages!

And now, the guy who saw those is the one who I JUST feel fucking with.

Oh fuck myself. How could I have forgotten that he stole 3 pages?

My mind has been washed up by the sex, I really had forgotten that he has 3 pages of my work.

I'm gonna be good at him then talk to him about it. Eventually, he will give it back. Hopefully.

I realized I was crossing my fingers.

"Hey!"

"Oh hey!" Marl freaked the hell outta me.

"Shall I want to know your reverie?"

I shook my head.

"Are you coming with us to the creek tomorrow?"

"With?"

"Cameron. And the squad you still haven't met."

Of course Miyanda, with Cameron Arnaldi. Who else would it be?

"I was thinking that it's time for you to meet my squad. How bad was I to keep you from my friends."

I rolled my eyes

"Maarl. It's not like they're going to kidnap me."

"Why not?" He sits beside me. "You're enthusiastic, gorgeous, sexy, intelligent and naive."

"Marlon! I'm not naive." I shot him a not-serious death glare.
"How conceited of you Miya, you accept all the positives while you complained with the negative. Tsk. Tsk."

"Whatever. Get out of my room now! I'm going to read."

"Kay 'kay honey." He lunged and kissed me on the forehead; leaving my bed, after.

"I love you Miyanda, goodnight."

"Hate you Marl." He turns back and threw me a glare; I playfully grinned at him while flapping my hand into farewell.