A story about this enthusiastic yet somewhat mischievous girl and her newfound crush. Their meeting could only have been fate because they were tailor-made for each other. They didn't realise when, but them playing around changed to a bond that seem...
"It's Friday! And you know what that means." I sang in the shower. I might have a bit of a cold, but it's not stopping me from singing. IT'S FRIDAY.
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Normal people would usually wake up late on weekends, but I wake extra early somehow. And also way more energised. I don't know what it is.
"Aww... Andrew," I thought to myself. I can't believe I'm crushing on him already. He's so adorably ugly.
Lilly... Control yourself, it's too early for all the mushy-gushy stuff. The catastrophe is that it's way worse than that! I'm being so excessively sentimental. Which is quite worrying.
It's making me feel childish and immature. Seriously, I'm constantly fantasising about a guy who I just met like... 3 weeks ago or something. Yes, we went out frequently during that small period of time (I absolutely adored every single date;as Kate calls them), we skyped, called and texted, but still.
Still what? All your excuses are painfully distressing. Stop being such a wimp and admit that-
Stop right there inner self! On my corpse, you'll be finishing that sentence.
Now I know why I don't have that many friends. I SURE AS HELL SCARE THEM AWAY. Yeah, I might not be the sanest or the most rational creature alive but at least I'm not a crackpot. Or a loony. I might be weird but weird is the new awesome now right?
RIGHT? AGREE WITH ME OR ELSE I WILL LOOK FOR YOU, FIND YOU, AND KILL YOU.
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Thought so.
Anyways, I got dressed and rushed to the hospital to check on idiot.
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"SURPRISE!" I hollered as I entered the hospital room Katelyn shares with 2 others, holding a shrivelled old bouquet of flowers -which I had secretly kept from the wedding- and Oreo flavoured Ice cream. "You're welcome."
"Awww, thank you... for ruining my mood. Why are my flowers not lemon scented ?" She asked me in her excuse of an accent while smiling.
"Your highness, how about you go kill yourself?" I teased her back.
