Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Mister, here are the snacks you've asked me." Opening the unlocked door without hesitation as I marched in the room of his house with a lot of papers and files. And Kiku, himself was busy organizing them.
"Ah, Harry. Thanks." The twenty-three- year old man turned around, and he looks like Kung-fu Panda with those major eye bags.
"Here's your bill, you can keep the change." He paid me and already opening a bag of red chips.
"Mister, this is the fifth time you've eaten those firery hot chips. Watching you eating those makes my mouth burn."
"Don't call me Mister, Harry. And there's no such word as firery," correcting me while enjoying those spicy reds in his dry and mellow voice.
'Is he drinking water properly? I don't see any cups or water bottles around.'
"And would you stop calling me every time you want snacks. Call my brothers instead."
"Nah. You know the stuff I like better, and it's easier if it's you. Man, these chips are really delicious."
"No. If I keep being your lackey, I can't spend my time with your sister!"
Pal's big brother's dropped the bag of chips, and he was hugging his knees with his head down; sulking.
Hearing his bottomless cold sighs while I clean up his mess.
"I forgot that you romantically like Rina..." This young adult moaned to his feet while spinning around and around in his rotating chair, you can see his breath because of the frigid weather.
"Oh well, guess I'll just make your courting time miserable," he continued to spin, "I still curse you, you crazy bastard."
"Please don't. I'll just pretend that I didn't hear that, Mister." I'm already begging through my knees. "It's irritating enough that that guy is around. Ahhh...! Why am I such a coward? And he's way more cooler than me in all aspects! He's also super nice!"
"Your grammar is wrong, Harry," Mister said.
"Who cares! That's how I describe him!"
"And who is this he?" Asking without catching a clue. But I refused to speak his name.
"Just mentioning his name, already makes him handsomely cool." I pouted, after all, my words were killing me..
"Stop with the "cool cool" thing first, and listen to me, "Kiku asked that took my ears. "This guy you are mentioning can't be that all great, you know. He's a human being so he has a weakness, but you can't just see that because you are being blinded to this "coolness" you are speaking of. Like a popular book for example, just because the majority think it's a good book, doesn't mean it is a good book to me. In my viewpoint, it might not be my cup of tea or rather bag of chips. This metaphor also applies to a person. And you have a lot of great things and aspects that others don't have. I like those parts of you."
"Flattering won't work. And the person I am speaking of is not a book," I popped his bubble while being embarrassed and disgusted by a dude who just only speaks not think.
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Being Next to You
RomanceI've always like him since middle school. I see him in the library where I often read. He reads mysteries, fantasies, cook books and sometimes literatures. He doesn't know about much me and so do l. I only admire him from a far and that's the end of...