Meditation, is the only way to keep my mood on a good vibe but prayers in combination of 5 times a day seems like unheard because my neighborhood still slams it's metallic rock music above my ears and it irritates me from the deepest.
I inhaled a morning breeze but cough momentarily because helium got through my lungs and as I look below I saw son of Satan reincarnate to the person of Lucas Greene spreading morning pollution because of his big bike roaring for what he call a 'warm-up drive'.
Every sense that I have ache to protest but to no avail, I am not that dumb to shout the fuck out of him because the music is too loud.
After half an hour of inhaling shits, I heard voices downstairs, much more like broken plates, thrown figurines and of course a loud bang of a new failed experiment of my obsessed to science parents.
As I rolled my yoga mat, someone below called me but of course, the snob I am just ignored it.
I set my things aside and about to close the sliding glass doors when a splash of water hit my face. Hell.
"Hey-Yo Eva wife of Adan, you look fugly wet!" My temper risen looking below and seeing the fucker's face. I know that I am wearing a white thin shirt with just my pjs that are thin as sheets also making everything see-through.
'Fuckin' Santi' I cursed and grab a pot of medecinal herb and throw at him below which of course bullseye...in the face. Perfect ten for Evari. Yessss!
"Evariiiii! You dimwit!" I heard him cursed and my jaw almost dropped when I saw blood on his face, shit I forgot about the pot.
"Oh Santi, you look bloody fugly. Should I call 911 for you? Oh I forgot, sorry fella what cage number are you in by the way? I'm scared about the vet, he must be worried sick about his lost ape." I retorted feeling happy about his situation. I was about to close the door and get away with it when I saw my Mom running towards Santi with a towel on her hand, followed by Dad with his first aid kit. Talk about Vets, hahahaha.
I heard them talked but I ignored the nuisance and went to my bathroom to refresh and after change to my high waist shorts and large knitted sleveless upper top.
As I went downstairs I heard Zech talking to his girlfriend and talked about some parties and the things he did without involving himself with the other chicks at school. Pretty liar.
I grabbed a sandwich and about to go out when Dad called me and I almost stumble from shock when someone grab my hand and eat the thing I'm eating sliding a tounge to my fingers.
"Can you give Santi a ride, I'm afraid he might get a concussion and faint on his way back, after all the miraculous pot from heaven is done by someone living in this house." I rolled my eyes and shot a deadly glare to Santi but he just smiled and afterwards I just find myself driving with the idiot on the passenger seat with his feet on the dashboard. Talk about graciousness and feel-at-his-own-car.
"Feet off Ape." I said, my eyes on the road, but on my peripheral view he just shrugged my comment off and now feeling relaxed of his position.
"Retard, I said feet off!" I almost shouted and stepped on the gas pedal making him stumble up front with his hands protecting his head. I would had just ignore him and continue driving when I saw blood dripping and my brain stopped working for a matter of minutes. Shit.
"If I ever get to marry you, ah wait; I know it won't ever gonna happen because being with you is a suicide in a making." I blushed but then turn wide-eyed when the situation sink in. His Dad would kill me!
"Shit, did the stitches open? Hey are you still breathing? Fuck it! Why do I feel like crying, shit! Tell me you kinda feel like surviving." I panicked and open the door on his side and grabbed my kit and started getting off his bandages. I was about to inject anesthesia when he held my trembling fingers and smiled.
"Just kiss me here, it will help a lot better." He said pouting his lips towards me.
"What about I inject this there huh? Could it make you feel a lot like better?" I retorted and continue doing my thing.
"I love you, you know."
"Shut up Raphael Santi, no fun."
"I know, humor me but, I really adore you from neck to toe."
"Where the hell does my face goes?"
"Of course...I am obsess with it, adoration would be an understatement"
Crap.
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My Tounge is Pretty Much Like Me
Humor"Making mistakes is better than faking perfections." I answered and winked at him but he just scowled. "And you think that argument can save you from this? You really have a way with words. But no." Shit.
