Juliette and I were in my bed, feet under the blankets as the air-cond was cooling the room, watching Saturday morning cartoons and laughing our arses off. Juliette's phone rang. It was a text from Drew that said, "Where r u?" She didn't reply. "That's weird. Shouldn't couples be replying each others texts?," I asked seeing that it's kind of awkward not seeing her replying to it. "Neh." She doesn't seem like she wants to talk about it. So we passed on and continue watching Mickey Mouse.
Mickey finished. I took a quick shower and got dressed in the bathroom. I came out and she was on my study table. My hair's still a bit wet. My towel's on my neck. I came up beside her. "So what now?," I started a small conversation. "Emm, dude.." I hate it when she calls me 'dude'. "You said you like simple girls right?," she asked sounding hesitated. I nodded. "Do you like me?," she asked out of the blue. SURPRISE ATTACK! WHAT THE FUCK! "Uhh probably." Oh damn. "The truth, Emmanuel. The truth. I want it now. Do you like me or not?," she asked and this time she sounds very, very demanding. "The truth Jules? I guess you can say so." I stared into her deep brown eyes and continued, "Don't you realize all those stupid flowery texts I send, those nights we spend up talking on the phone? Don't you see the message I'm trying to convey in them trying to say 'I want to be your fucking boyfriend.'?"
I gave out a little smile and she just looked down. I'm still smiling and changed my focus to the my bedroom wall filled with pictures I took when I was in London. Memories you can say it.
Then she suddenly said my name in her small voice, "Emma.." I replied to it, "Yes Juliette, how may I help you?," putting a small smile in it and looking at her. "Come here, I have something to tell you," she said. Wow, I suddenly got goosebumps. I lowered my body down to her height and she put her cold hands on my hands and pulled my face. The unthinkable happened. She put her lips against mine. My pupils went big. But then I relaxed and closed my eyes. She slowly ran her hands up to my hair. I didn't know why I didn't stop her. I mean she has a boyfriend. Maybe because of the interest that I had taken in her all this while? Oh God why. But I didn't want it to end. I have these mixed feelings. A mixture of wanting it but at the same time of stopping her so much. She suddenly pulled away. "I'm sorry," she apologized and ran out of the room.
Dad was home already. She asked if dad can send her home. I just came down realizing she was already in the car. I went back up to my room. A text came. "Juliette: Keep this a secret. Just now never happened." I didn't reply. I just sat in my chair and put the wet towel on my face. I tried to not remember about what happened but it seems like my brain is becoming a scumbag replaying it in millions of ways. Damn it.
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