SOMEONE*

Let Me Be Your Someone

"THAT'S MINE!!!!!!" I yelled and looked up.
No... No.... not him..... not him again.......
" You? Why are you here??!" I say with my pissed face.
"You look cute in that face." He says while sitting opposite to me, drinking my drink.

Augustine, I don't hate him but I don't like him, I just simply dislike him. He is my favourite senior's, favourite junior. He is just one year elder to me but still, wants me to respect him. He hasn't caused a lot of problems for me. I just simply dislike him.

"Give! Me! My! Drink! Back!"I said with that pissed face again. Don't know why I use that a lot recently.

"Is it just me or doesn't it taste like there's alcohol in it? God, maybe they put something in it, I think I should ask them. Like can they do this to us?" He got up to argue with them. I grabbed his hand before he would make a problem. God, when am I ever gonna be peaceful? I stopped him and made him sit. If I say to him about this he will be a complaint box and say to my sister. But he won't leave me alone.

I sighed and said," it's me, I mixed it with vodka, now give me my drink and complain to my sister as usual." I snatched my drink from him and drank a gulp to ignore the sadness that he is here.
"Why is this place so crowded?  I wanted to be alone. I thought at least here people won't drink someone's drink." I say sarcastically.
He smiled and tried to reach my drink. "Please, it tastes really good. One sip just one and last." He begged, for some reason, I found him cute. I never knew Augustine could be this cute.
"Fine!"

He drank a gulp. That was a hell of a gulp. I look up to the sky and started saying stupid stuff. Usually, when I'm alone I just think about those but now that I'm not alone.

"You are not my friend nor you are a stranger, but just someone whom I know. Just look at us, we are drinking together now. How crazy is that." I say sadly.
He joined the conversation. "Have you ever wanted a hug when you are sad but you are alone?" He too started talking stuff.
"Yeah... but you know I'm alone now."

Then suddenly Augustine just jumped from his seat. "Hey, how about this?"

"What?" I asked shocked.

"We are not my friends nor we are strangers, but just someone who know each other. We don't know each other nor what problems we have. We are those someone. Someone who you can hug when you have a problem or to spend the free time with. Someone to whom you can say anything to. Let's be that type of someone." He says with a smile like he has invented something crazy.

"You be my someone. Let me be your someone....".