CHAPTER THREE
A/N: Corrs's would you be happier by the side. Enjoy!
The guy’s p.o.v.
Chuckling softly to myself, I turned around and left her with her mouth wide open. She had the funniest expression on her face. But seriously, the girl is a chapter of an accident. I wonder why she hasn’t been arrested for murder or man slaughter as she said.
Still chuckling, I reached into my pocket for my keys, opened the door and went in. I felt a pain in my groin as I turned from the door. ‘Oh sweet gummy bears!’ I groaned aloud to no one. I pray I don’t run into her any time soon, or else am gonna loss my family jewel.
Just an encounter of 15 minutes maximum and she left me with not one souvenir but three! I wonder what had befallen her close associates, and that is even if she has any and had not yet run them off.
I headed to the kitchen and got a drink out of the fridge. Oh nice sweet crap! What I can’t do without you. After been hit in the groin, I think I am more than entitled to the cold sweet fruit drink.
With my drink in hand, I went to the room and started on the tedious task of arranging my clothes into the closet from my suitcase. I don’t really like working, but sometimes I just have to force myself.
I got here three days ago and my place is still a shambles as I haven’t arranged things. I only did the ones I really needed, like my toiletries, my beddings and the fridge. Those are the things I’ve bothered myself with. Bathing, sleeping and taking sweet crap from the fridge. This crap as I so fondly call them is my stash of coke drink. I love taking this sweet drink despite it been harmful. Diabetes, flee from me!
After some minutes of arranging, I got tired of it and sat on my bed to enjoy my drink while reflecting on my day.
Waking up late which is the order of the day now until I start work has conditioned me to be lazy, and trust me, am not complaining. I wonder how people can go on working without break and claim to love it; I believe they just don’t want to accept that they would rather not work. Face it, most of them are fleeing from something or trying to repress a memory.
Me, on the other hand, I don’t have a problem like that so I can leave things till later. Now am not dirty. I don’t like seeing dust on my things and I eventually do my chores, it might just take time and I might not finish it in a day.
I went to the living room and picked up the headphone. I dropped there. This is a passion of mine, music. I haven’t gotten around to getting the home theatre I saw the other day at the mall and promised to get.
I didn’t go to the mall today. Today I went scouting round for a gym. Although I would like to have mine, but the resources to get it isn’t at round right now.
This thought as usual put a frown on my face. It isn’t that I don’t have the money; I just don’t like the things linked to it, so am not touching it. I would rather die of penury than touch it.
Oh come on! Get this thought out of your head I thought to myself. I propped the headphones on my head and played the Corr’s would you be happier. I would love to claim the message of the song, it’s gonna be just fine. The girl’s voice also reminds me of my new neighbour, and I hope things with her is just fine. Well I fervently hope so because am not ready to die untimely.
Have you ever wondered where the story ends and where it began?
Well, I know where it started; I can still feel the pain of it. What I just wonder about with dread is that where is it gonna end, me without one of my limbs?
Wait a minute! I don’t even know the name of my would-be killer. I would just leave it like that, that way, I would be safe from her. I don’t even intend to mingle with the people here; I just want to be alone. If not for my chivalrous side, I wouldn’t have tried to help and I wouldn’t be at risk of extinction right now.
I need to stop thinking about this; it’s scary enough without deliberating on it. Wanting something better to do, I switched on the TV and tuned to Disney channel. Please don’t criticize me, am not a fan of TV talk less of Disney, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.
Looney tunes was on and this suited me perfectly as I am still listening to The Corr. I couldn’t help but laugh uproariously at Daffy Duck’s misfortune. But this didn’t stop me from thinking of my home theatre, would get it tomorrow.
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Twisted
General FictionTwo opposites but seemingly similar souls met and had to work through their differences. She requires a favour from him which it doesn't seem likely for him to grant due to his thoughts about life. Through lots of laughs and stuffs, she would have t...