"Ahem --- I'll be a gentleman, and carry our gifts to the venue," Harrison volunteered, reading the nasty atmosphere around Terence as we walk ourselves to the party...
Terence deliberately cut off Dewey earlier.
He suggested to go to the venue ourselves. However, no doubt that, this is a mini castle.
Terence was getting irritated little by little, as we don't know where to go.
"Hey, I know this is a bad time, but what did you buy for Camille?" Suddenly asked Harrison, bringing an interesting conversation.
"I -- I wasn't sure with the book I've got her --- I wasn't sure what to give to a regular girl. I mean, as long you give me books, I'm happy..."
I felt kinda depressed some reasons...
"If she's easy as you, I won't have any problems," said Terence. "My big sis and my girlfriend were no help. They told me as long its from the heart, they'll be happy to accept it..."
"... But the problem is..., I don't have a heart to give to Camille," he coldly blunt.
"I wonder how did you end up with Rosie with that attitude of yours, Terence...," wondered Harrison.
Terence sighs, "Rosie has rare taste."
"Right..." Harrison looks at the presents again. "Basically, I didn't think about it much. I don't understand girls, so I asked Connie, and bought whatever she told me to."
"Yeah, your older sister is useful. That's why I also asked for any recommendations for Camille's present."
"What a coincidence. I asked your sister too, Harrison."
"Really?" He laughed.
Then we just realized...
"I've got Camille a perfume for her present," said Harrison.
"Me too," I said.
"What a mysterious coincidence. I did too..," said Terence.
"Oh well --- I guess birthday girl got plenty of perfume supplies then. Since you also gave one, I'm due she'll use it, right?"
Harrison wiped his glasses unnecessarily. "Sounds like her," he said.
"But, seriously, what will she do with three perfumes??" He added, he sounded anxious than ever.
"Look at the bright side, at least they're all different scent, and she got a book from me," I'm trying to stay positive.
"You know she won't read it," Terence responded.
"Terrible. It's even an interesting piece of work," I pouted, feeling sorry for the book.
"Then give it to our other book friend," Terence suggested, texting on his phone right now.
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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...
