Stealing The Bad Boy's Heart

Chapter 7: A Taste of Infini-Tea

Chapter 7- A Taste of Infini-Tea

I woke up from the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and rolled over, pushing the off button with my eyes closed. After a few minutes, I opened them inviting the faint rays of the sun to shine on my face. I rolled onto my back and let my mind bewilder for a moment. It's now a week after our movie project , a week after our friendship started rolling. A week after my realization of my heart's desire. 

Damen.

The name sounded right on my lips. A smile would always creep up to my lips whenever I think of him, and a warm sensation would invade in my chest whenever I see him. I know these kinds are sort of cheesy but once you're in love, you can never stop these from happening. You would always get self-conscious on your looks, always trying to impress him, and sometimes stalk him. Talk about stealing looks at his way whenever he's not that far from where you're standing. Love. It's twisted, but sometimes sweet. I can still remember the night of our last movie project. . .

I was packing my stuff, getting ready to leave, until I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in, door's open." Due to my hurry, I just let whoever was that to come in.

"Hey, you done packing?." Damen's head popped up, smiling at me. Something was different about the way he addressed me. His tone was gentle with no signs of being harsh, not like before. . .

"Uh. . . I'm almost done." I was struggling to respond. I got difficulty in speaking since my heart was beating a thousand times per minute.

"Oh, well.  . then I'll just wait for you." he said it so smoothly and with no difficulty. He clearly has no idea what he was doing to me. He plopped down on the bed, next to my travel bag.

"Oh. . okay, s-sure."  I was clearly folding my clothes faster than the last minute.

After twenty minutes I have already gathered my stuff, folded my clothes and put into a neat pile inside my bag, grabbed my make up kit and put it inside my shoulder bag, and grabbed the last things I needed before zipping my travel bag completely. I was gonna carry the big trolly when he made a grab for it.

"Here, let me help you with that." His hand gently brushed mine when hoisting it up from the bed. I let him carry it. I opened the door for him to pass, I looked at the glorious hotel room one last time. I sighed. I know I'm going to miss this place. We walked through the hallways in silence, once we were at the elevator, we saw an old couple together. We got in and were silent. The elevator music was I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie, an old favorite of mine. I kept staring at the old couple, they held hands and I thought it was so sweet. Considering their age (which I think is 65 above), their love really is strong until now. The elevator went to a "ding"  indicating we're at the ground floor. the doors opened and the old couple went out before me and Damen could.

The elevator doors closed behind us. He was still holding our luggage towards the information desk. "You know, that old couple really looked cheesy." He started to say. "I mean, they're old and still love each other. That's just. . . cool." He was gazing towards the direction of the old couple. I shook my head and added with a sly smile, "That's what you call true love. Ever heard of that?"

He shook his head, "Nope. Not in real life. True love is nothing but a fantasy."  I slapped his arm. "True love is real." I said, my brows furrowed.

"Not it's not." he protested.

"Yes, it is real."

"It isn't."