Chapter 5: Cupid

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Guys! I’m very sorry that I haven’t updated my story because I was busy of my exams.  I know you are looking forward to the next chapter of “Thinking out Loud.” So here is Chapter 5: Cupid. Enjoy! Please share your comments!

This is Ice Collin’s POV.

It wasn’t Valentine’s Day but it seemed love was in the air.  I placed the paper roses that I got from a mystery admirer inside the mason jar.   I was pretty puzzled who that person was.  I became to be more curious to know the identity of that guy.  Who was he?  Why did he always leave paper roses for me?  Did he fancy me? Those questions kept on swimming in my mind.  I wouldn’t have had any idea what to do if  I finally had  met him.  To be honest, I was scared to meet him.  Ever since, I had fear to be close to any guys.  Trusting a man was hard for me like Kamri.  My birthday was in the corner.  I was turning 27 but I was still single.  This fear of being hurt stopped me from trying to start a relationship.  I did not wish to die single.  When I was young, I always dreamt of having a family of my own and a husband who was so caring, loving and he had to be a chef!  But, as I got older, I feared that I might have ended up being an old maid.  Whew! Crap! What was wrong with me? Were my standards of a guy too high?  I though it must have been the right time for me to open my heart.  Whoever that guy was, I would take a chance to know him better. 

I flashed a smile while continuing mixing the batter of the pancake.  “It’s a nice day today.  The breeze is getting colder.  The leaves of the trees gradually change to red, yellow and brown.”

I saw Kamri walking down the stairs looking groggy and exhausted.  She was like a zombie dawdling down the stairs.

“Good morning”, I greeted her with a bliss.

“Good morning”, She replied.  She grabbed a chair at the corner of the table and moved it closer to the counter. 

“How was last night?” I asked.

“Well, it was worst. I couldn’t stand his behaviour!”  She yelled as if she wanted to swallow someone whole.

“Calm down!” I calmly intervened.  I knew how much exhausted and drained she was.  She had been busy all of her life.  Kamri was like a sponge.  She sucked up all the negativity around her and carefully concealed it.  I was afraid that someday she would explode like a volcano but I was sure she knew how to handle it. That was what I liked about her.  She had the ability to control and deal with her stress. 

“I almost kissed him!” She blurted out.  She was acting silly wiping her face with a towel as if millions of bacteria infested her face.

“So, what’s wrong if you  kissed him?” I gagly questioned her.  I saw from her face that she didn’t like what I said because she smirked at me and raised her middle finger.

“Are you ridiculous? If I kissed him, I would never forgive myself. EWWW.” She strongly replied punching the top of the counter.

“ I don’t think you cando that. Maybe, you will fall deeply into that kiss.”

“What? Never! I never wish he would be my first kiss. FYI! I’m saving my first kiss to my one and only.” She added.

“To the one and only? Where is he now? Wake up! Still thinking of him?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Kamri was still into this guy, her first love, her homie   for almost three years.  She must have been deeply indulged with him.  I really loved the guts of my twinee even if she was always been friendzoned of that guy.  She believed someday he would reciprocate the love and attention she spent on him.  Nevertheless, all of her effort were still unnoticed. 

“Why don’t you date another guy?” I asked.

“Date?” She replied reaching for the mason jar next to the fruit basket on top of the counter. 

“I don’t want. I don’t want to waste my time meeting a man.” She annoyingly disagreed.

“Stop worrying about me. How about you? Why don’t you meet guys first? You are turning 27 next week.” She added.

I broke a laugh as  I heard what she uttered.  I thought she was right.  I swirled the spoon inside the bowl and scooped a handful of it and poured it on a hot flatpan.  “ Sure, why not?”

Kamri strongly tried to open the lid of the mason jar but she couldn’t. “ Ice, where have you gotten  these paper roses?” She asked wonderingly. 

“Wait a second! Have you got an admirer?” She added.

I almost got choked with my saliva when she asked me.  I pretended not to hear what she had said.  But she kept on repeating those questions again and again like a kid.  “ I made it to kill some time.”

“Are you pulling my leg? I know you are not that patient enough to make these well-crafted paper roses and flowers? Who gave these?” She annoyingly asked me again.  She stood up from her seat and went closer to me.  She bumped the side of her hips to mine and danced crazily.

“My twinee  got an admirer. OMG! At last!” She chanted all over and over again.  I felt the childish happiness she vibrated.  “ Tell me Ice! Who’s that guy?” She placed the flower-filled mason jar to her chest and hopping. 

“That’s the thing that I have to do.” I replied.

“What?” She looked  surprised.  Her eyes got bigger as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

“hmmm…. We need to uncover this.  Let me do this job.” She said.

Kamri was such a good stalker or I could say a professional investigator.  She enjoyed spying around especially if it was related to me or her or within the circle of our friends.  But this time, it was turn to do so. 

“No need.  I can handle this.  Well, you don’t have much time to do it.”  I replied.

“But?”

“No ifs, buts or ands.  Okay? Let me handle it this time and I will not miss letting you know about the identity of this mystery guy.” I assured her.

The smell of the pancake filled the kitchen.  It looked great and captivating.  I handed a plate of them to Kamri.  Though I was trying to end  the topic because I found it awkward to talk about it more, Kamri wouldn’t fail to bring the topic back on again.  She pouted her lips like a duck and started to create some kissing sound.

“Stop it! It’s annoying.” I tossed some flour in front of her.

She jolted like a bolt and grabbed the mason jar and danced like a monkey in front of.  Somehow I felt the chills in my heart and in fact, I was so excited knowing my mystery guy.

What's next for Ice? Will she unveil the mystery guy? and who is that guy?

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