COINCIDENCE

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c h a p t e r : f o u r

The next morning I wake up feeling like I could've slept more but at the same time I just can't fall back to sleep.

I turn around to see Derek sleeping peacefully.

Looking at him, I can't help but think how can someone be thoughtful, kind, goofy and a gentleman at the same time.

I forgot to mention good-looking. That's just a bonus to all.

With the passage of time, the urge to run my fingers through his curly hair is getting harder to resist.

His curls look soft. I wonder what shampoo does he use.

"Checking me out, huh?" my train of thoughts is interrupted by the one and only. I look at him and realise he's looking right back at me.

Gosh, this is so embarrassing.

Realising that I'm caught red-handed I clear my throat and say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"Eww, why would I do that." I get up in hurry and practically run to the bathroom with Derek's laughter echoing behind me.

I turn around, oops he looks cute laughing like that, and say, "Shut up!"

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And then I got into the bathroom and closed the door and my embarrassment ended there.

No that didn't happen. The last part I mean. This version is what I thought would happen when I started running.

What really happened is that when, after telling Derek to shut up, I turned around and continued running, I tripped on nothing and fell flat on my face.

I had two options there; A) Pretend that I am dead and never get up again and B) Run.

So, I did the latter and ran like my life was dependent on it while Derek was choking on his laughter.

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Now, I am showering  while overthinking and somewhere in the middle I realise something that makes me want to disappear and that is, drumroll please, that I have a huge crush on Derek.

Oh my gosh. I'm screwed. What am I going to do now.

I facepalm and cringe before screaming internally. I ended up screaming internally in 72 languages.

It does feel good to make him laugh.

After overthinking about my overthinking and twenty five other things, I sigh and think that I should probably get out.

But my life isn't that simple because when I rushed to the bathroom I forgot bringing my clothes and now I'm standing naked looking at the clothes on the dirty hotel bathroom floor.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse.

Please swallow me, ground.

What am I supposed to do? I paced while thinking about this while the answer was obvious in my mind.

Okay. Just do it.

I wrap the towel around my body and open the door a little.

I peak to see Derek doing something on his laptop while sitting on the bed directly opposite to where I was.