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The ride seemed long when you're bored. His car radio was stolen. He hummed a lot while driving and now I feel so drowsy. His scent was all over the place.
"Have you ever been here? Seems like you know this place more than I do," I asked, bringing an end to his humming. What is he, a hummingbird?
"Hmm, yeah. I've spent my childhood here. This place hasn't changed a bit. Nostalgic, you say."
"Yeah. That's why I love to bike around here."
"And we're here," he said as he removed his seatbelt.
"How did you know my place?"
"I know lots and lots of things, tiger."
"Damn."
"And you do swear a lot"
"I also fall in love a lot"
"Gotta go then?" Woah, he changed the topic.
"Okey, good night to you who calls himself Peterpan!" I waved my hand. He replied with a honk.
I opened my house and guess what? It smelled like spoilt food from last night. I hurried to clear my own mess and to make my house smell like home again. Kisses, on the other hand, was lying on the couch looking at me like 'why the fuck are you here'. I ignored her and climbed to my ever inviting bed. Here I am again, staring at the ceiling to contemplate my life.
I'm sixteen and I've done a lot of things many would regret. For example, falling in love with an asshole over and over again.
Shit, I need to sleep.
Body please relax and sleep already.
Tomorrow will be another great day.
Just. Sleep.
I shut my eyes and drifted away to perfect slumber at 5 am.
WAIT. IS THAT THE SUN?!
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I was grabbing my books from locker when 'peterpan' approached me.
"Hey!" He said with overflowing enthusiasm.
"Hey." I almost whispered.
"Why do you look like a zombie?" Who wouldn't?
"I'd like to look like one. Shut up." I said. Hopefully, he'll drop the topic of my appearance today.
"You don't wear make-ups? Or maybe a concealer?" Is he a guy? He doesn't sound like one.
"I know I look like a zombie. Like, who wouldn't? I slept at 4 am. For Pete's sake! Stop bugging me already!" I hissed.
"Why should I? It's nice bugging your life out." He laughed.
"Fuck you," I said and then walked away. I'm late. Good, he didn't chase me.
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Classes were boring so I slept the whole time. I feel so refreshed now.
"Wendy!" I heard somebody shout at the other end of the hallway.
Here goes asshole number 45.
I rolled my eyes at that thought.
"What?" I hissed when he finally reached me.
"Let's hang out later" He suggested.
"Why should I?" I continued walking to my locker.
"Because...We're friends?"
"Oh really?" I said sarcastically.
"Really. Plus I'll introduce somebody to you."
"Okey asshole number 45," I said softly.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Why the fuck you lyin', why you always lyin'" he sang.
"I said, okay I'm going!" I said. Annoyed.
"Well, see you later at the front gate then," he said then zoomed away from me.
I shook my head. Silly guy. Silly asshole number 45. Silly peterpan
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I approached the front gate and saw Peterpan talking to somebody.
"Hi!" I said when I reached them.
"Hey, Wendy!" He hugged me.
"Yo! This is Wendy. And Wendy, this is Raph."
I shook hands with Raph. Damn, he's freakin' hot.
"Hey Wendy, you can release his hand now." Oh shit. I released his hand. I forgot I was shaking his hand. He was too mesmerizing, I even forgot my name.
"It's nice meeting you, Wendy. And I think we should go now." He flashed his perfect set of teeth. Damn.
I sat at the back seat when Peterpan urged me to sit at the front, I followed his unspoken instruction because Raph is smokin' hot.
And off we go.
They took me to an ice cream parlor. A little too far from our school. I looked around to see its homely design. Paintings of ice cream, people eating ice cream, and ice cream eating people. Just kidding! Exclude the phrase after the word and. The place smells good. The ambiance makes me feel safe and comfortable.
I went closer to the ice cream machines and read each flavor of each ice cream I pass by. My eyes caught the 'gold medal ribbon' flavored ice cream and ordered it right away. I sat on the couch where Peterpan and Raph sat comfortably while waiting for the ice cream to be served.
"What flavor did you chose Wendy?" Raph asked me.
"The gold medal ribbon." I smiled proudly because I know I wouldn't regret this.
"Same here," and went for a fist-bump.
Our ice cream arrived and we shoved them down our throats the moment we put our hand on it. The gold medal ribbon is so delicious, I can eat this forever.
"Damn. I want more." I said when I consumed my ice cream entirely.
"Shut up. Let's order more." Raph said grinning.
"I had enough," Peterpan said. I completely forgot his presence here.
Disregarding Peterpan's statement, Raph and I ordered another serving of the gold medal ribbon – shoving it down our throats right then and there.
"I feel so full already," I said lazily when we walked towards the car.
"At least you don't look like a zombie anymore," Peterpan said.
"Shut up."
Raph turned the engine on. Just when I thought we're going home, we're not.
Author's note:
Hey everyone! Nobody's really reading this right now but I'll stil continue writing this.
To you who reached this point;
Thank you so much for reading my shitty story 😚It means a lot to me. You rock! 😍
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