"You only live once." This is the overly used excuse that we use every time we make a decision and that's fine because it's true.
This also goes with 'Love'.
For once in our lives, we would eventually experience this love - the kind of love that jus...
This is a short update and mostly a filler that mainly about Piwie, Kiara's best friend.
Not Edited! Enjoy though. 😊
–Kiara–
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"He lied to me! How could he! I've given him everything!" I stifled an eye-roll.
"Piwie, he's not worth it. That Jerry dude is an asshole." Stacy seethed while rubbing Piwie's back. If looks could kill, she might have already committed a bloody murder by now.
"But— I love him!– and his name is Jorge, not Jerry." She glared at Stacy who has her lips twitching in disgust.
"Really, Piw? Are you even being serious right now?" I look at her incredulously.
"What?" She snapped.
"Penelope Astrid Greene, he dumped you for some random whore! So what? It's his loss, not yours so you better stop sulking!" I snapped back at her.
I know I'm being mean when I should be comforting her like the ideal best friend that I should be but I ought to do otherwise. I love her like the sister I never had and I for one don't want to see her being pathetically miserable over someone who's not even worth something.
"Oh c'mon Kiara, don't be too harsh on her." Stacy said while sending me a what-the-fvck-are-you-saying look.
"Here I thought you are going to side on me on this B-itching department." I smirked as she shook her head. She was about to retaliate when Piwie started wailing like a pig in a slaughterhouse again.
"Do you have some more tubs of these?" Piwie questions in between her sobs. I followed the direction where she is pointing and I couldn't help but roll my eyes before giving her a bored look.
"Piwie, you already shove five tubs of ice cream on your stomach." I reminded her.
"Now I'm starting to think that you are just using that petty breakup as an excuse to eat truckloads of ice cream." Stacy being the ever so health conscious she is, shuddered in horror.
"You're both mean! Just because you are happy with your relationships doesn't mean you have to rub it on me!" She whined as she throw her third empty tissue box, not caring where it lands.
I sighed loudly as I look around my living room.
There are soiled tissue napkins, empty ice cream tubs, boxes of tissues, pouches of chips and chocolates loitering about and dots of melted ice cream on my carpet. That would freaking stain!
I sighed in disbelief.
I never imagined my Saturday would start like this.
I mean, after the first date Andrew and I had gone to two weeks ago, my days have been anything but dramatic. As much as I hate to admit it, it's totally boring without him.
