Ely's POV
Ely E. Reed narrating! It's only 4 am and I'm making myself busy with an album...photo not a digital haha it's for a very close pal. No worries on me I slept at six last night. Few more sentences and it's ready to be given.
...You mean the world to me no lying. Glad to have you as one of my closest. God bless you and happy 17th pal!
There! About time I wrap this and dress down. And eat.
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Through! Gotta get going, it's 6:30. Early because I'm the farthest from him. Yeah my place is really far. I'll leave a note first.
"OUT FOR A PAL'S BIRTHDAY. SEE YOU LATER." I wrote on the wide yellow sticky paper and stamped it on our main door.
I rarely drive this but since I'm alone and will be off to a far place, had no choice. Yes I got a shiny scarlet sports car, can't say the brand for it might be against the rules.
Present? Check. My stuff? Check. Me? Double check. Haha!
Right, I'll have to focus on the road now.
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*knocking*
*door opens*
"Ely hello."
"Good morning! Is he awake already?" I politely ask looking behind her. "Yes son, you can enter his room, you're trusted." she steps backwards to give me way. "Thank you." I slightly nod and hurried to his room. Knocking isn't my belief pardon me.
"*groans* Hey Ely when will you be late?" he purposefully asked me while securing the bottom part of his body. You know why. "Never in my entire life. Haha 'ppy birthday my OTP Mich!" I cheerfully greeted him while holding out my gift. "Oh thank YOU!" Mich quickly became more conscious upon seeing what's on my hands and carefully took it. What he's anticipating for the most: presents.
"Won't you put on clothes first?" I blurted at him. "Haha! Yes!" He instantly exposes his whole figure. I don't have to shield my vision anymore, we're both male and I've seen his. "There, happy?" he goes back to his bed to open the gift.
"Yep."
"Hwow nice." Mich while scanning every page of the album. Let me describe. I protected the blue album cover and its pages with a plastic covering. Inside are our group images and some of his stolen shots from my device, not to mention a few of him and Celeste hyuckhyuck. Our OTP selfies are there plus I wrote lots of quotes about pals. I glimpsed at his blushing face. I bet he's on the pages containing his pics with Celeste. Half an hour later and he's now busy reading my letter located on the last. Little did I know sobbing is present. Our happy virus is...yep crying. Basically, he's touched by my sincere and heartfelt passages.
"Thaaaaaaaaaaanks!" he says between his sobs and smacked me on my right cheek. "Eh you're not gay right?"
"Nah I like Lune's twin."
"Hoo!" I almost hollered at him.
Saturday, 9:30 am
Ira Jones
Blindfold him now.
9:31 am
Did it.
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Regret
Fantasy"Must get a good life or regret it." A caution from a tyrannized girl with a charmed twin brother and a physique of wintertide. (Regret September 19, 2015-November 19, 2018)
