Your lies are bleeding through your teeth
Your eyes, the only one thing in me
Your promises never really meant a thing
But they float awayf rom your lips so easily
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay away from me
Stay, stay, stay, stay away
Stay, stay, stay, stay away from me
Stay, stay, stay, stay away
Its my best at your heart
The glass that rips your world apart
Is it the guilt that keeps you up at night, when you're in bed
Well you can sleep sound honey, I'll write you a cheque.
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay away from me
Stay, stay, stay, stay away
Stay, stay, stay, stay away from me
Stay, stay, stay, stay away
-Stay away by Paramore
I woke up to the sound of my Tik Tok alarm at 6:30. I groaned and shut it off. Today was an official holiday therefore there was no need to wake up yet. I rolled around on the bed in an attempt to sleep again. But I couldn't sleep. My biological clock was trained to wake up at this time so getting sleep was next to impossible.
I turned and saw Raphael sleeping soundly next to me. His soft snores interrupting the morning silence. He looked extremely adorable. His hair was tousled and was pointing in different directions, his eyes were closed putting his extremely long eyelashes on display. His mouth was slightly open and drool had formed around the corners of his lips while some had already spilt on the pillow. I almost laughed at the site. He looked more like a cute school boy than a businessman. His arms and legs were tightly wrapped around another pillow as he snuggled into it and I mentally 'awww'ed at the sight. Quietly, I woke up from the bed, so I wouldn't disturb him. Poor guy. He must have been so tired. Although I slept long before he came back, I knew he had arrived quite late considering the fact that Rebecca's apartment is really far from ours.
I once again looked at him and sighed. A naughty idea came up in my mind. I smiled mischievously to myself. I must have looked like one of the evil characters shown in cartoon movies. I took his cellphone and quickly clicked a picture of his, drooling and hugging a pillow. I captioned it 'Slept like a baby :p' and uploaded it on his instagram. Raphael and I had known each other since we had been kids, thus we both knew each others phone, Facebook and instagram account passwords. We never shared bank or email passwords but rest others were common knowledge.
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The Spark Theory
ChickLit(Earlier called Mr. Right Or Mr. Perfect) All romantic novels and movies in the world propagate just one thing: The Spark Theory. This theory states that we feel 'sparks' when we fall in 'love'. Each touch ignites us like an exothermic reaction giv...
