Forever Never Last

Chapter 5

Author's Note: Hey guys! So I probably (without a doubt) lost many readers (not that I have that many) and I'm terribly sorry for not uploading for like a long, long while. But I'll try to upload more often. *TRY

I stomped my way through the store trying to find a certain flea when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. Oh, God. Shit.

There, standing in all its glory is... a big photo of Lee Min Ho in the wall! Oh, glob he's so hot. I let out a contented sigh as I made my through to admire him. I probably look like some kind of a freak for staring way too longer for anyone's liking at a photo like it's some kind of a artifact inside a museum.

His perfectly sculptured face is so hard not to stare at and-- "Boo!"

I let out a piercing scream that caused the customers and other employees to look at us and I turned my head for the culprit. "What the hell!? Don't do that!" Annoyed, I shoved him hard on his shoulders and he stumbled back a bit.

"You should've seen your face!" He laughed while clutching his dear abs.

"Yeah. Laugh while you can." I said sarcastically, shoving past him and in to the store's door.

"Hey! Wait."

I stopped and look at him. "What? You want some breastmilk? Well, sorry I don't have any!" I let my  hands out in the air, frustrated at him. I really don't like people scaring me like that, everybody knows it but apparently he didn't.

That stopped him. "What?" He frowned. "N-no. I..."

"That's what I thought."

"N-no. Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that." I stared at him blankly. " I forgot about it. Sorry." he apologized again.

Whenever I got really scared and excited, I start to hyperventilate really bad. It was a good thing that I didn't start hyperventilating earlier when he scared me so I have to forgive him for that anyways.

I shook my head. "Fine. Why did you drag me up here anyways?"

He smiled then scratched his head sheepishly. "Haha. Well..." He took my hand and pull me towards the bag section of the store. "I want you to help me with something." He let go of my hand and started shuffling through the bags.

I think I know what this idiot is doing.

"What do you think?" He asked, holding out two carry-on or hand-clutched or whatever you call it bags. "This," on his right, he hold out a black leather one "or this." Next is a black and blue checkered fabric bag.

"Hmm... The second one." I said.

"Oh, this?" He asked, holding the checkered one higher. "Yeah. I liked this one too."

I grunted. "Then why did you drag me out here for?"

"Hmm.. I wanted your opinion."

I scoffed. "Out of all people, why me?! You could just at least brought Mikee along or anyone you like and everyone would be helluva lot happy including me. I should be with Ro by now roaming the mall and having girl talks and all that crap."

He smirked. "Just because."

"What? That's it?" He raised his eyebrow questioning my question.

"Why? Do you expect me tell you a dramatic poet just like you did?"

"I wasn't being dramatic!" I defended, glaring at him. If looks could kill, this idiot would be dead as a chicken by now.

"Yeah, you weren't." He smirked, again.

Ohhh, that smirk. I really, really want to rip that out of his face. There's so much more I could do to that face of his. And it's not going to be good.

Okay, maybe I am being dramatic. But seriously! You can't be less dramatic around this guy because... well, just because!

Oh, great. Now I'm quoting him.

What? He doesn't even own that word so I have the right to speak that too!

Ugh! Now I'm having a battle inside my head.

Next time, maybe, I'm already inside the hospital for mentals. -__-

Damn what guys do to you. It's making you insane! That's why I don't to have any boyfriends right now (not that I want this flea to be my boyfriend, I'm just saying..) it's going to be so much drama! And with me (according to this idiot) being a little dramatic, who knows what could happen. I might even explode the earth with so much drama!

Note to self, word of the day: DRAMA

I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever. Can we just go now?" I rubbed my temples, frustrated. "God, you're giving me such a headache."

"Well, I should be saying that." He said while paying for his goddamn bag. I glared at it.

"Really? Right now?" I rubbed my temples still as it is throbing lightly.

"Yeah. If you weren't such a nagger back there then maybe--"

"W-w-w-wait." I said, holding up my hand at him. "Me? A nagger?"

"Well... yeah. You were kinda loud back there." He shrugged.

"Is that how you say it?"

He scrunched his face slightly, contemplating my question. A bit taken aback "Wha--?" 

"Is that how you say your thanks, huh? By telling people they're such a nagger?"

"Wait, what are you--" But I didn't let him finish, instead I blew up.

"You were the one who dragged me in here. You could've just so politely! You were the one who almost had  me start hyperventilating back there! And--"

"Could you just stop being such a dramatic bitch for like one second?!" He blew up, looking all red and angry. Crap, that's not good.

Well, I don't care! I'm mad too!

"If I had known that this was going to happen, then maybe.. yeah, maybe I shouldn't have brought you along with me here either!"

"A bitch? Ha. Well, I see where this is going." I said, more to myself. I look up at him straight in the eyes and his eyes widen.

"I just want to know, okay?! Why bring me here when you could have anyone else! And then I thought, you being... well YOU, you just wanted to get into my pants like what you do to any other girls and I don't want to be like them so I had to do something. But this was not what I was expecting!" And then and there I realized, I was already crying. Why the hell am I crying?! I shouldn't cry now. Not in front of others!

I angrily wiped my face. "But then, expect the unexpected right? And being called a bitch is not one of them."

And with that, I ran off the store and the mall until I get to the park where my secret hiding place is but not before I heard the guy behind the cashier said, "Duuude, that was--" And then he said, "Shut the fuck up, okay?!" Typical.