2. Pancakes

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Maya Ercel

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Maya Ercel

As soon as I started walking, I feel I really don't want to walk. Instead, I want to go in the park. Where he is.....

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN....

Why my brain has such thoughts. I wonder what chemical reaction is going on? Why the fuck, I am even thinking about him...

I control myself and my thoughts as I start to walk again. I have just taken two or three steps only and my thoughts again went to him. I look into the park from outside. I want to see him once. Once.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME... I haven't done something like that before. Neither I had this strange feeling......

I was too lost in my own thoughts, suddenly my phone rings. I see its my mom calling....

"Yeah Mom,"

I hear her taking breathes,

"Maya....where are you"?

"I am on my way back".

She paused for a while then said,

"Come soon, otherwise your brother will finish all the breakfast"...

She said in a little excited tone, hmm..

"What's in the breakfast"?

I ask curiosity bites me after hearing her excited tone related to breakfast.

"Hmm...Pancakes with chocolate, bacon , cereal and your coffee"...

"Pancakes with chocolate"..!! I speak while jumping a little on my toes. Wow...

My taste buds starts to leak saliva in my mouth on just thought of pancakes.

"Mom, I am coming".....

I will see him later. Now, I want my pancakes. Just Pancakes.....yuuuumm...

Hurriedly I reach home. The aroma of Pancakes engulfs my senses. I quickly run towards the kitchen. My mom was flipping pancakes. I pick one, but mom yelled at me,

"Go, take the shower first, otherwise"...

I immediately obey her as I know if I wouldn't, she will not give. I quickly went to my bathroom for taking shower.

I am a bathroom singer...Yep.., I truly am

I start to perform my concert as I was singing...Senorita...by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes...

I love it when u call me Senorita...

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya....

But every touch is,

Ooo la la la...

Its true...la la la...

Oooo...I should be running...

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