Hour Thirteen
(June 15, 4:00 PM - Philippines | June 15, 3:00 AM - Chicago)White House Down.
Silence.
"Shoot, that was close."
Silence.
"What the fudge."
Silence.
"Damn! Get that thing out!"
Silence.
"Oh my God! Hurry up! Shit. Move!"
Silence.
White House Down.
Hour Fourteen
(June 15, 5:00 PM - Philippines | June 15, 4:00 AM - Chicago)"Is it a person?"
"No."
"Is it a thing?"
"Nope."
"Is it an animal!"
"Yo! Chill! You said that like it wasn't a question!"
"Just tell me if it is a damn shiz of an animal!"
"Yes it is!"
"Damn it." She grunted, her brows coming together in frustration. "I suck at this. Is it small, like really small?"
I shook my head, "Nope. Aren't you supposed to ask what type of an animal it is first before asking its size like if it is an amphibian or a reptile or-"
"I already told you I sucked at this Marc! You don't have to rub it on my face! Fine! Is it a mammal?" she said, looking very uncomfortable and distractingly cute at the same time.
"Yep." I smiled. It was fun to see her rattle. She wasn't the type of girl who had the word worry all over her face, like those who looked like they were about to cry. Michelle did have a little worry planted on that adorable face, but she looked more like I am so frustrated, this stupid wait and guessing shiz is too much, just tell me what the damn thing is already! all over her face. Her angry face just made her look cuter.
We were playing a game of Charades, except that we didn't act it out. The other player would have to ask questions to guess the word. The other player just had to say yes or no.
"Goodness, out of all the types it had to be a mammal," she spat, "it's big right?" I nodded. "Like bigger than us?" I nodded. "It's in a zoo type of animal probably. Um, is it a Safari type of animal?" I nodded.
"You're getting it well Mich. Proceed," I encouraged her. She smiled.
"Giraffe?" I shook my head. "Rhino?"
"Nope. You're almost there."
"How would I know what the heck is bigger than me when almost everything is bigger than me with this forsaken height!" she crossed her arms. "Lion?"
"Nope. I'm taller than most lions at our zoo."
"Shut up, freak. Um, is it cute?" she asked.
"You really do suck at this. How could something bigger than us be cute?" I chuckled.
"Elephants are cute!" then I widened my eyes. "Wait, is it an elephant?" I nodded really fast.
"OH MY GOD!" we both said at the same time.
"It's a friggin' elephant." she said as she shrugged her shoulders down and leaned back.
"It took you so long to guess it." I teased. "And I now know that you have this thing for elephants, right?"

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Teen FictionI'm Marc Espejo, 18, 5'11, Mexican-American. For the kind of generation we have today, I still prefer the old school way when it comes to chivalry and relationships. I'm lucky enough to come across a girl who shares the same preferences. The only...