Finding Cinderella

(5) Thinking About You

Alice:

I pretty much have a banging headache, I don't know why I'm gruelling myself like this. I mean whenever I encounter with cute guys I would simply say 'hi' to them without failing and without finding it really hard to talk but this guy-I swear to god this guy is utterly distinctive.  He made me feel like looking for him is worth a shot, it made me feel like I should look for him and if I did?

And if I did then maybe I would ask him his name, where he lives and all those basic 'get to know you' steps. 

I don't even know why I'm acting like this, “he is just a guy" as Priscilla said earlier.  Sure he is just a guy but a different one, I don't know what way but he is different. Heck, isn't all girls thought guys are different but in the end we all muttered a 'he is just the same as the rest.'? That's what I don't get, I don't get why I feel home in his company, I feel like I want to talk to him for hours and hours and never get tired. 

I should simply just get over myself because I'm pretty sure he isn't thinking about me like how much I thought about him. It's pretty much a waste of time, a waste of memory space in my USB a.k.a. my brain.

But I just couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about him, it feels like he's a permanent tattoo,  tattooed in my head and worst part is in my heart get involved in the situation I am right now.  We all knew how heart works, they're the traitor of our body but sometimes it's the head.

'Jesus Christ,  stop thinking about him Als, he's not thinking about you' there goes my subconscious who thinks that she's always right but then again she is always right when it comes to this situation. 

I brushed all those thoughts off and stood up, I’m in the basement of our house. I asked my mother if I can have this as my 'hideout' and she said yes.

"I guess dancing wouldn't hurt, would it?" I asked myself and turn the music on. I started moving around the place, the sounds of the music and the way my body reacted to it.  The way my brain forget about everything at that moment.  It's just me and the dance floor and the music.

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James:

Maybe I should go to the cinema tonight, maybe she'll be there.  Maybe I'll bumped into her again or maybe scare the life out of her or even better give her a lift and asked her name and ask if she wants to grab a coffee with me. Maybe....

I stopped right there knowing that she's not thinking of me the way I think about her. I don't know how this things happened but good god help me because I don't know how to solve this problem.

That's right, she isn't thinking about me. So why am I wasting my time thinking about her. I'm pretty sure that she's happy, maybe even find a new guy but I doubt it because she was pretty much upset last night. 

I want to just talk to her, spend all night and day talking to her because I know that I'll never get tired of it...

I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door and opened it to see my on and off girlfriend. "You're here...” I said and let her in.

“Your mom let me in."She smiled and I nodded. 

“What’s up?" I asked leaning my back on the wall while she sat on my bed.

“I was going to ask you if you want to go to the cinema tonight.” She stuttered biting her bottom lip and I thought about it. If I go to the cinema, there’s a high chance of me meeting her or so...

“Yeah sure, what time?” I asked and she looked shock as I accepted her offer.  Jordan and Gerrard are helping me find this girl too and I know that they'll be a big help for me.

“Pick me up at seven?" she said pulling me out of my reverie and I nodded. 

“See you at seven, then.”