better m.t

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@mt.ye : How's your morning?

@mägnolia : same old.. how about you?

@mt.ye : i ate a lot for dinner yesterday & my stomach's beginning to hurt.

@mägnolia : how unfortunate.

@mt.ye : you're a savage, just like one of my friends. he has no mercy for anyone. you guys would get along.

@mägnolia : I'm sure we would.

@mt.ye : how do I know if a girl likes me? is there hint-dropping involved?

@mägnolia : i'm not the girl to look for in these type of situations.

@mt.ye : why not? you seem like the type of girl who has this ice-cold heart & guys chase after you.

@mägnolia : did you just stereotype me? i barely know you..

@mt.ye : not in the way that you think. i'm nice, i promise.

@mägnolia : i doubt so. i gotta go. someone's at the door. ciao.

I kept my phone in the pocket of my sweatpants and opened the door to see Auntie Dorine. "Oh hi Auntie. What brings you here?" I asked, opening the door a little wider so she can come in.

"No need. Hey this might be a little too much to ask. But can you take care of my son today? Some thing is up at work and he's feeling a little ill." She says, a little out of breath.

"Oh.. Okay." I say, she thanks me and brings me into a hug. "Stay for dinner so I can pay you back! Thank you so much!" She says running off to the nearest taxi stand.

Looks like my day's booked. I rushed up to my room and grabbed the keys, putting them into my pocket as well.

I went over to Aunt Dorine's house and knocked on the door. I backed away slightly, looking at their yard.

It was decorated with pots of flowers by the porch. I smiled at how beautiful they looked.

"Lia? What are you doing here?"

I turned around to see Mark in sweatpants and a white tank top. "Wait a minute. You're Aunt Dorine's son?" I asked, walking towards him.

"Oh. You're my neighbor?" He says, confusion in his voice as well. "She told me to babysit you." I say as I let out a sigh. "Come on in." He says, opening the door a little wider.

I step into their house and admire the white furniture. The black marble floors made everything look elegant.

"Your house is beautiful." I say, as I turned my head to look over to Mark. "Thanks. But unto more important things, how do you know my mom?" He asked.

Ah. Hitting the nail right on the head are we, Mark?

"She took care of me. Ever since I was younger." I said, not wanting to share about my parents. "Oh. So you're that neighbor. She talks about you to me a lot." He says, shrugging his shoulders almost apologetically.

"Let's go up to my room." He suggests.

I didn't think much of it. He should be resting anyway.

"Anyway, what's wrong with you?" I asked bluntly, as I walked up the stairs with him, leading the way.

"What do you mean what's wrong with me?" He asks with a slight chuckle. My eyes widen. "Oh sorry. I'm not thinking straight. I meant how are you feeling. Like what's going on with you."