Love Diaries

Chapter 2: What I Know

~*~Love Diaries~*~

Chapter 2: What I Know

*Oliver*

8:30 and my corned beef’s not yet cooked. Yes, my maid’s pretty slow since she’s 45.

But still.

When my mother was 45, she could still play a whole game of volleyball. Hmph.

“Sir Oliver! Your breakfast is here!” Finally she called out and I rush my way into the dining room to see my favourite food on my favourite plate and my hot chocolate in my favourite mug. I know, I know. Too much favouritism.

“Thank you very much Karen!” I tell her with so much joy and I started munching on my food as she replies with a, “you’re very welcome, sir.”

“Oh by the way,” I start, “did mom know I didn’t go home last night?”

“No sir,” she answers me. “She tried to wake you up by knocking endlessly on your door but I told her you were exhausted because of the party and you need more sleep.”

I can feel relief running through my veins when she explained. “Thank you so much for covering me up. I’m giving you a day off.” Her eyes widen at what I just said. Didn’t she want it?

“But sir, I have to wash your clothes and clean your—“ I cut her off.

“I’m gonna do all of that. Besides, I already graduated. And it’s summer! You have to at least spend time with your family. I know you miss them.”

“Sir, are you serious?”

“Pack your stuff and go home.”

“But Mr. Thompson, he’ll—“

“I’ll handle it.” She breathes properly this time and gives me a smile.

“Thank you so much.” I gave her a salute as a sign of my “you’re welcome”, finished my food and washed my plate.

After bathing myself and putting on some fresh clothes, I headed down the basement to do the laundry. Like a pro, I placed enough detergent powder inside the washing machine and filled it with water.

“Oh I can see now that all of these clouds,” I sang while putting all my dirty clothes in the machine. “Are following me in my desperate endeavour to find my whoever, whoever she may be…” Then Leslie pops into my mind, her radiant face coming in sight slowly. And her soft voice when she speaks to me. And her fighting spirit, the way she defended everything she owns (okay maybe that was overacting). And when we were in the car and I told her this song was my jam. The way she asked me, “really?” seemed like she couldn’t believe it. Ugh. Too much mysteries.

Because you just met her 2 hours ago! What do you expect? And what I know is just her name.

I tried to rub her out of my mind for the meantime and went back to singing.

“I’m not coming back, I’ve done something so terrible.” Then this time, the movie I watched two days ago popped out. It was the most disgusting movie of love I’ve ever seen in my entire life. They’ve done nothing but kissing and hugging and crying and loving each other so much. And I came to think of it.

How does it feel like to fall in love?

To be honest, I’ve never been in love before. I never really had girlfriends or relationships. I don’t even have a crush! I’m absolutely abnormal. Well, there are girls that likes me and girls that turn me on but no one has struck me straight into the heart yet.