Not everyone has the guts to constantly state what's on the tip of their tongue...
Well everyone except Adelaide Tade
Known for being honest and straightforward. No one EVER wants to get on her bad side because her words speak louder than actions...
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NOTE: + Bold and Italics : Words told to Adelaide in the past.
+ Italics: Adelaide's inner dialogue
"Please come in," I step to the side allowing Xavier to come in. He looks around and charms me with his smile giving me palpitations.
Lord have mercy on my heart around the guy.
"I'll quickly change and we'll be on our way. Please make yourself at home," I quickly rush up the stairs and head into my room. I lean on my door attempting to slow down my breath. I have no clue whether it was his charming smile or running up the stairs that consumed the air in my lungs.
The more important question: what am I going to wear? I don't want to look like I tried too hard, but I still want to show effort.
Gosh! Why am I like that? You're acting like a teenager in love for crying out loud! Why do I care how I look like in front of Xavier Benjamin??
Double shoot. I like him.
Damn it. Guess who I'll be thinking about now? You guessed it!
Xavier Freaking Benjamin
Time to for the cool-hot outfit (very creative name): tight tank top and sweatpants that do wonders to my butt.
Where's the jacket you ask??
That's Xavier's role.
Once I make sure I look fine I make my way downstairs to find Xavier sitting at my favorite spot. "I bought this place because of that spot," he glances at me and makes room for me. That's not the only reason though
"I would've done the same thing," I take a seat facing him.
We stay there staring at each other with the view in the background.
Just him
Just me
That's enough
Cue the Awwwwws. The cliché moment however won't last since my nose begin itching. Why can't the moment stay Tumblr perfect?
"Adelaide itch your nose," Xavier grasps my attention. I quickly scratch my nose sighing in relief as the sensation fades away.
I avoid looking at him sensing my cheeks turning red.
Get a grip Adelaide!
Remember feelings are for the weak. Conceal it and don't let it show
Love is desperation. Desperation is weakness
I grab my head trying to erase these thoughts. As each second passes by anxiety dominates me and my body begins trembling in fear. Here we go again
