Part 19

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My mom stood holding the door knob and stood looking at her in horror as in WTH just happened in here! " What happened mom? I was coming.." I gave her the irritated look. "No you were not, until and unless you and Dani aren't dragged out of you're bedrooms you'll don't stop texting.. Now come on Breakfast!" She pointed me towards the table and left the room.

Wait.. TEXT MESSAGE!! OHHH SHIT!!

Did I???

I snapped open my message outbox and gasped a large breath of air when I read my own message.

So how many girls did you notice other than me?????

I asked him that!! How could I be so stupid!! He'll think I'm judging his character too like others.

Screw this shit!! He probably will delete my number after reading this message. 

I left the phone in my room and closing the door behind me I headed towards the dinning table. 

How dumb could you get Amelie!! How dumb!!

Unwillingly I gobbled down the omelette my mom had prepared and gulped down some orange juice, I washed my dishes and returned back to my room. 

I locked my room from the inside so that there were no more sudden entries and picked up my phone to see if there were any messages by Vihaan.

From: Vihaan @10:50 am

LOL many to count but I didn't notice anybody's sandals or earrings. Anyway you're a terrible on text messages.. :P

I laughed at his message terrible on text messages  well I wouldn't disagree I was replying too late. Thanks to my distractions. But the best part was he didn't mind my last message.

I quickly typed a message back since I was again late for this message too.

To: Vihaan @11:15 am

I was having breakfast..

I'm sorry about  being terrible on text messages but I've got many distractions :P  

SEND!!

What distractions Ameliee??

The only man distracting you from every other thing else in your life is Vihaan himself!! 

My inner conscious roared at me but I found myself grinning at it..

Another beep and the phone vibrated.

From: Vihaan @11:16 am

What may the distractions be?


He wanted to know my distractions!! I started making a mental note of everything that HE distracted me from so I could twist things the other way around. Of course I couldn't tell him

Man you've got to me inside out!! 

But then I thought of changing the topic rather than talking about distractions because I knew myself I would end up typing something rather much stupid than expected of me. So..

To : Vihaan @11:18 am

Leave aside my distractions. You tell me what distracted you every year that you couldn't wish me on birthday when we share the same birth dates. And we two are the only ones who do in the community..

It didn't take a minute for me to send the message and I saw Vihaan Calling.... 

My hands started trembling for some reason I had no clue about, one ring.. two rings.. three and I received the call. 

"Hey I never forgot it was your birthday my mom always reminded me to message you but then I would get busy replying to others and then I would forget.." He said that in a single sentence

"Hi Vihaan.. usually people say Hi or Hello" I replied.

Woahhh!! young lady where did you get that confidence from??

"Hahahahhaha... I'm sorry Hellooo Amelie.." He said

I could make out that he was smirking on the other side of the phone. And here I was melting just by the thought of him smirking.

Ohh what am I going to do with him!

"By the way I didn't danced yesterday.. You went away or I should say disappeared during the slow dance. Are you allergic to it or something?" He questioned

I'm gonna look so stupid if I tell him the real reason

And "mom was calling" is gonna sound even ridiculous!!

"Umm.. uhh no.. no slow dance just not my thing at all.. Nahhh.." I said it out so heartlessly.

Nooooo I'd love to slow dance with you!! I dreamed of it too.. 

How do I tell you..



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