Starco The Boy Next Door|COMPLETED✔|

BND|Compose

C H A P T E R   S E V E N T E E N -
C O M P O S E

My expression turned into confusion when I saw her bursting into an obnoxious laughter. She cleared her throat a second later and composed herself. "You really thought I liked Marco?"

I wanted to bury myself because I was embarrassed at myself and was jealous. My blush turn into a scowl as I pouted. "What was I supposed to think when you asked me that? Of course I'd think that way."

She stretched her hand towards the direction of my shoulder--to which she patted me softly with an amused smile plastered on her lips. "Don't worry. He's yours."

I coughed, my cheeks tinting red. "He's not mine. I mean he can be with anyone."

Holly chuckled heartily, eyeing me with mischief. "Oh, Star. Don't be too humble, okay? If you ever need to make Marco jealous then I'm going to help you."

I furrowed my brows. "How?"

She winked. "Why making you and Vincent do lovey-dovey things."

"Lovey Dovey?" I repeated. What's Vincent have to do with this? My thoughts were only turned into pure confusion and even Holly didn't want to entertain me. The look of evil in her eyes was enough for me not to ask.

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"How should I write it?" I murmured, tilting my head where I could see the view from Marco's window whilst the ballpen was pressed on my lips as I tried to think for any ideas.

Remember.

His brash words, his sweet yet discreet actions.

The smirk on his lips, the way he made my heart furiously throb and the reminiscent of our kiss.

I sighed in defeat. It had been almost thirty minutes yet I hadn't wrote a single line. This feeling where  you  just want to say so many things yet it's too much that it's difficult to know where  to start.

It's exactly how I feel. And it's frustrating and overwhelming at the same time.

And to think that composing a song would be that easy.

I ruffled my hair in frustration, glancing at the countless torn papers scattered at my floor. "Damn it!"

I decided to search something on the Internet for inspirations. It was pressuring and I had to finish this quickly so that my friends and I could practice it.

I'm not even sure what went into my mind to think I'd do something as spontaneous and nerve-wrecking just for a simple guy.

But deep inside, I wanted to reach him. At least with my song, my feelings would somehow reach his closed heart.

I silently chuckle to myself. I'm such a hopeless romantic.

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I had been endlessly searching and listening heartily to some of the romance songs that were considered as legends.

I thought that if I could listen and feel their lyrics, I might adapt.

A minute had passed and a random tune came into my mind.

  Long before I could realize, I was already humming to it. My fingers tapped along to the echo of my own voice. My spirits lit up as I picked up my pen without any further thought.

I hastily wrote everything that I wanted to say. I didn't bother to spare a second to stop as I painfully wrote in such a fast paced with all my raw emotions written on the paper.

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I grinned in victory. My quivering and tired right hand lifted with a paper clenched on it.

With my lips parting, I said. "It's finished."

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This is just a filler chapter since it has been weeks since I last updated and wrote and that's why I'm trying to re-adapt the field.

Final  re-edit : June 25, 2020