YES-NO SHORTIES(short for short stories of KATHNIEL)

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I introduced him to everyone present in the venue. All of them looked surprised (mind you, even the brain of this project-Nina herself) and seemed ask about how they met, their love story and all but no one had voiced it out because "beh" is good in acting. Like he could win a best actor for a role playing award by the way he's showing off as my bf. He is just showy and touchy and you know PDA? The ass!

You can now stop harassing me.

 

I utter when we were left on the table.

Harassment? Did you just say that? For a gf, you're just clingy to always hold me by the arm and hug me everytime that first love of yours come around.

I flicked my eyes, getting bigger.

How could you complain, it's our deal. Anyways, FYI, I am not the one who hugs but you.

 

Because you're so close to my body.

 

Oh yeah, who would believe that we're together if we're not that close?

 

You mean this close?

I sighed noticing how I sit almost overlapping at his chair. Moving a bit, I frowned.

Do you believe Ron and Iz are together?

I tried to find the traditional couple first before nodding. Yeah, you won't see them displaying much affection to each other, but a simple look at each other and holding hands tells how deep their love for each other is.

You should just act as you are, beh.

 

You should have told me . But honestly, we cannot just imitate them, theirs are true, I mean, love head over heals.

 

You're not paying attention. I said just be yourself. Just be how you were when you're in a relationship.

I faced him quickly.

How could I do that if I haven't---

I stopped.Dead. What am I suppose to say again?

What?! Are you saying you haven't had any---

I shut his mouth putting a bread on it. I would not want anybody to say it!

Then I took two chairs away from him and sit there until some of my friends came back from dancing.

Hey, why don't you two dance?

I arc a brow to Lala, thankful Jojo is not looking at me.

What now? An early LQ?

 

You don't know what you're talking about.

I mouthed at her but just smirked to me. Then I saw a hand being offered in front of me.

A dance? Did you just say you have two left foot?

 

While yours are both right. It's perfect then...

Thankful that when we reach the dance floor, a sweet song is playing so I would not have a hard time thinking of any wild steps. We'll just move a step to the left, then one to the right, and backwards spinning slowly facing the east to west and repeat repeat.

But should I be thankful for this? Because just when our body became much closer by the stupid song, I cannot find anywhere to look than his eyes. And that became my favorite thing to look, seconded to his lips.

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