Through My Eyes (Being Edited)

Eric Does It Again

Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to sit back and relax while you read this and make sure you get yourself something to eat or drink because I am so damn hungry! 

Haha, no, just sit back and read. Once you're done, I want you to go listen to some relaxing music because this chapter will turn your nerves into knots. . .

Just kidding. 

Also know that Eric is no way near as handsome as the man in the picture on the side. It's here only because I couldn't find a single guy that resembled him so I put up this actor's picture to make him happy.

Things I do for this jerk. . *shakes head*

Here's your update. Enjoy!

Recap

Soon, we became friends and then he made it in our group. We grew closer and in no time we became the best friends that were partners in crime, mischief, dance and dirty, vivid imagination. Oh, event managing too. I can't even count the number of birthdays we planned together.

All was great but a thought kept popping in my head, nothing lasts forever. Every time I thought about it, this thought left me queasy.

To be continued. . .

Eric Does It Again

Over the years I have learnt to always go with the gut feeling. Trust me, it works really well with me. When I had this gut feeling, I couldn't just stomach the idea of it becoming true. It's like I have grown accustomed to these theories that 'nothing lasts forever' - that's a very good book by Sidney Shelton, by the way - and 'everything good eventually comes to an end' that I picture it long before it actually happens. I have believed in it as much as a fact like the tongue is the strongest muscle in our body - yes, stronger than the cardiac muscle. 

Eric and my friendship was quiet different than what I had with Matt, Liam and Jake. They're all great and I love them all equally but I hung out with Eric more. It's like we have distinctly special level of friendship that is how it was in little time we had traded our secrets and he became the best friend every girl needs but that doesn't mean we didn't fight. Actually after the whole rainbows-and-marshmallows-filled months, we started fighting on petty issues and twice a day too. What was the best part of it all - yes I managed to find something positive here, Jake really needs to stop calling a pessimist - was that as soon as it would start, it would end as quickly as well. We would go back to talking about the weather like nothing happened before. Let's just say he didn't spare me from his wrath on the farewell either. He called me because I was a few hours late (te he) and bellowed thunderously. Fifteen minutes later I was there.

I hate how he's that one guy that I cannot say no to. All this year, be it the bonfire, be it the award function, be it a normal Friday (sometimes) or the farewell function, I had no plans to go to any of them. Even though my friends tried to convince me to attend them but somehow I was able to say no to them. That has been the stage one. Stage two, then began Eric's persistent persuasion - which I'm sure has his head shaking denial as he reads this - begins and I can't get out of it without saying yes. I just hope Eric doesn't uses this now that he acknowledges it.

Now, the thing about Eric that I am not so sure if I like it very much is that he's always under control. He's always sure about his actions and he masks his emotions just perfectly. Being a Scorpion, he misses nothing that happens around him. At times I have felt like he could look through me. Call him sparkling bloodsucker or a mutant blending in our specie flawlessly (sorry too much X Men movies to love). He can tell you my emotions, my thoughts, my rants and my next actions by taking not more than a glance at me. It just reminded me of how Eric asked Ahmedyar and Ahmed to show the trick they had up their sleeves during Munic days.

To any guy who has a crush on me, I would like him - or if I am lucky - / them to ask Eric for a manual. He can tell you precisely and exactly what is my type. The pros and cons. He has a list and oh you! You wouldn't believe what he did a couple of days back. He found me a perfect match - angrezi londa -  named James while he was vacationing in Manchester. So nice of him, no? Brought tears to my eyes. You know, the poked-in-your-eyes one. What? I don't cry much even though I am a girl. I didn't cry on Cherrie's wedding! I have started to doubt if I want to or will cry on my own.

I'd like to discuss something more. Eric and I share one thing and that's how goddamn straightforward we are! I remember this one time when he was telling me how it's not suitable to go with the tongue-roll. Does that make sense? I just made it up. Veronica, listening to him talk about my blunt ways that she spoke up, 'Eric, you do the same.'

*cue in minion laughter*

I love you Veronica. Now I should stop writing this because Eric is not going to stop flaunting about it.

*insert drum roll*

Here is the end to Eric's part but I think I forgot to mention how we plan to Skype-dance.