After my convo with the childish Thia, I just figured out that she don't have any idea about the girl I was talking about. That girl having a messy hair, perhaps as tall as her closet in her room and having a light complexion of skin.
I'm really confused about Margaux.
Thia waved goodbye to me, informing she will be going on a date with Tyro, her every supportive suitor. I just laughed at her then continue to where am I going – of course, to my house. I was chilling again to my ipad when a female hand covered both of eyes.
“Guess who?,” Margaux said in my back changing the tone of her feminine voice to masculine one.
I slowly touched her hands … Touching her hands was happiness … and separate it then I turned back on her.
“Hey.”
“Hi Drake. Nice to meet you again,” as if she was bragging that she knows how to be nice to her friends.
“Hey, you're a fast learner.”
Should I invite her to my birthday? Think Drake. What to do? What to do? What to do?
“Are you busy this time?” Please say no. Please say no.
“Not so. Why Drake?,” she said while waiting for my reply.
“You see, there's a small celebration in my house. It's my birthday, you wanna come?”
“What is birthday?,” then she frowned. Seriously?
I layed up her chin. “Don't be sad, it's alright. I can explain it to you.”
“Really?,” I nodded then she hugged me.
“Thank you, thank you.”
I was surprised when she hugged me and I didn't realized that she was not hugging me anymore. Again, I was dumbfounded. She make me move by touching my hand and I got conscious about it.
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Teen Fiction"Drake, I don't know if this was right. Loving you, after all, is the best thing that ever happened to me. When we're together, I feel like something moving creatures on my stomach and if we're apart, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Drake, y...
