A/N: Hello everybody. I just wanted to make a statment about this story.
I have been typing out this story in really short chapters that would probably reach 2 pages, so I thought of expanding them to make them more interesting and enjoyable... I guess.
I didn't re-arrange the strory or even change it, I just added some things and adjusted and the all the past chapters will be re-written and the finished products will be posted by this Wednesday or Thursday.
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PS: This chapter will be expanded too, I just have a hell of a lot of homework so I couldn't write that much.
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This night out of all the Fridays I have experienced in my life has been truly, no doubt, a rollercoaster ride. I could blab on and on and on about how nothing that even occurred until now even popped on my mind that it could happen. I, without slight hesitation, am truly a believer of the saying that life revolves in mysterious ways.
Who would’ve thought that my crush would show up at my door late at night, flirt with me, act all charming and now ask me to cuddle. A rollercoaster ride, a roller coaster ride indeed.
But before I respond, I remember that I don’t even know the whole reason that he was here, in my house on a Friday night. I was beyond words puzzled. Not that I cared or anything… Or no. I do care. This was happening all too fast. I didn’t expect this. Something I felt in me made this seem all so wrong and all so good at the same time.
I was ecstatic that he was here but I was worried too. Worried that maybe there was a reason why he came here.
Possibilities ranked through my brain in multiple points that they were for a reason all, pessimistic reflections.
Maybe someone bet him.
Maybe he just broke up with one of those girlfriends he constantly had, and now decided to use me to wash them off his brain and forget about it for only one night?
Or maybe on the bright side, he just happens to not have plans tonight and out of the blue thought of spending his Friday night with me? I hope so.
One might think why I thought of this in this way, and might I say that that thought occurs to me because of boys around here, they have this…this obsession to make girls feel insecure. It was a vulgar habit. A vulgar habit that brainwashed most girls that love does not exist, love isn’t real or even that one of the worst ones I heard people mutter in school is that ‘love is pain’. What a dreadful thought it may seem.
You see love is an art, an art which every living creature on this earth deserves to live. Some people have to take their insecurities to get to their secure place and in my perspective, love brings that.
I moved forward and held in my breath as I played with the hem of my top. I looked at him as he was seated under the couch with my blanket lying on top of his legs and the remote control between his hands to press ‘play’.
I walked pass him and took out a hair tie from between the couches and tied my hair into a high pony tail. I rubbed both my arms leading to the fact that I felt a bit chilly. I went over to the rack of dad’s jackets that stood adjacent the front door and took out one of his sweaters and wore it.
I walked over and grabbed my blanket from his lap. “I’m taking this back because it’s mine.” I said flashing him a flaky smile.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow with a flirtatious smile plastered on his face.
“What was that for?” he laughed out as his ran his hands through his hair. How sexy was that?!
“Didn’t you want to cuddle sweet cheeks?” he asked me with pouted lips. Now he looked sexy and cute, how was that possible?
“Cuddle, I never said anything about cuddling.” I noted sarcasm as I flashed him a one-second smile.
“Oh really… Is that so?” he asked as he stood up and stretched.
“Yup.” I said popping out the ‘p’.
I stood up from the couch as I stretched and yawned. I was feeling a bit drowsy. I woke up at six am this morning since I had school, so who could really blame me for feeling sleepy this early. I mean it was only ten.
“Fine. Suit yourself.” He said as he waved his hand dismissively and laughed aloud.
I, in a million years would have never thought that one day; I would even have a chance that Raymond would talk to me. Let alone notice me.
This has all taken me by blur.
I wanted to savour this few minutes with him, though it didn’t mean much. It was just to feel a bit of sincerity in my life. After all, the bittersweet things in life don’t last that long.
He walked towards the kitchen as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured himself a glass of water.
While he did that, I reached out for the remote control and pressed play. I sat back as I tucked myself with the blanket.
I spotted him come in the living with two glasses of water in his hands. Before I could even thank him, a really random question popped in my brain out of nowhere and my luck, I blurted it out.
“How did you know where the drinking glasses where?” I said as I accepted the glass of water that has been offered to me. “How did I know?” he asked bluntly. “That’s kind of a weird question. Umm... Don’t all houses have the same location where they keep them glasses? I mean ours surprisingly has the same location as you folks, so I’m guessing...Uhh... lucky guess?” he answered as he sat beside me.
“You know, did anyone tell you that you’re a buzz kill?” he muttered in a soft tone as he turned his half part of his body facing me.
“A buzz kill? How did you know? I get that a lot!” I noted aloud with sarcasm hinted in my voice.
“It’s cute,” he says. “but you tend to constantly turn off ones ego.” He played with the blanket that now we both shared.
“You know what I mean?” he whispered.
“Ha-ha, I totally see what you mean.” I blurt out. “I get it.” I waved my hands dismissively. “I’m a joy killer.” I almost laughed that out.
“A joy killer? More like a joy bringer!.” He gasped as he placed his hands on his chest in outrage, which made me laugh.
“You just seem to burst ones ego. But I can help you prevent that bad habit of yours.” He said as he poked my shoulder.
