Strip Tease: All Eyes On Me

Chapter 8: A Thousand Wishes

Please Read: Antonio, Antonio, hear his heart confession show very clear. Like the clouds up ahead, up in the sky…those are the signs you cannot turn away here. His heart is locked up, the feeling’s brewing up, and so please help to discover the key. The key in which helps him come closer to thee, Prince Charming, help make him believe. 

Chapter 8: A Thousand Wishes

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 “And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought Your heart to me I have loved you for a Thousand years I'll love you for a Thousand more” – Christina Perri- A Thousand Years Lyrics  

 ~Antonio's POV~  

I was freaking out of my mind. (>.<) I was terrified out of my ducky boxers and wished instead I had collapsed uncontiouse from all the drinks I chugged down. Wishing I had another drink. Wishing I could fuzz my mind and think only of Boys, boys and did I already mention that fantasizing about boys was a new hobby of mine.

He, he…

But that wasn’t important right now at the moment because the only boy that could flip my heart likes a pancake in a pan. The only male specimen who could be my smiley egg omelet and I would be silly enough to cherish it instead of doing the normal human being thing like picking up your fork and eating the damn egg would be none other than Dalden.

Dalden was my dream boat and he rocked me back and forth in his arms, Oh what a great feeling for I wasn’t getting sea sickness but nervousness sickness. If only the butterfly’s would cease in my stomach and finally become dormant.

Dormant because I knew deep down like a child holding his teddy bear in the dark in fear of having his nightmares come to light…that there wouldn’t be a Dalden and I. It’s not like I didn’t want to replay of lying beside him under the tree like we once did at school. It’s not like I didn’t itch to cup his hand underneath mine or neither did I not dream of him being mine. (V.V)

When we were in a field trip once for Biology class a couple of months back: us playing the waves, the both of us laughing as we play chased the girls while laughing and joking around. There was this one joke I wrote on the sand, Please be mine, and that in truth it wasn’t a joke but secretly admitting a confession. Yet just like a laugh would slip through your mouth, just as simply as falling asleep to get a tan it was pushed aside and the azure waves washed over it and smothered it away. Making it seem like my deep dark confession never existed.

Haha, how sad was that?!

Me the spectacular, the wonderful Antonio couldn’t muster my courage and move on.

I am Soo spongy like Sponge Bob Square Pants, no back bone in my scrawny body.

Whaaa!!!

Feel sorry for me why don’t ya…

I will accept wild parties, pecking the dickens off men or the best Part!

Lollipos!!! (O.O)

Still, why now? After all these years did Dalden see me as his? It just wasn’t possible because Dalden was the player with the good looks, the cool personality and him being the number one superstar. Dalden thinking of me as his second hand man, his second hand partner where he would ruffle my hair but then I would flirt in order to tease him as I jumped on his back demanding for a piggy back ride. “Giddy up cowboy, giddy up,’’ and not one to say no to my puppy dog expression he would submit and he would ride like the wind, “Yeee-Haaa”!