The Great Christian.
The reason of everything.
The guy I'm head-over-heels with two years ago.
The guy who became my world two years ago..
“Oh.” A casual smile beamed through my lips while accepting the bottle.
“Thanks.”
Five seconds of awkwardome came next. I opened my mouth, but no words came off. I closed it instead. Crap. It's been two years of moving-on-but-hey-we-weren’t-even-couple drama and it’s just been two minutes when I was just cursing and blaming him for my hatred on College and Homecoming but darn. He still made my mouth dry.
“May I?” He suddenly asked, referring to the seat beside me. I sighed in relief. At least that 5-second unbearable silence was broken and that dry mouth was saved.
“Yeah. Sure.” I adjusted myself into a more comfortable way of sitting, aware of upcoming waves of awkwardness that can happen next.
In an attempt to look away from his gaze, I look back to the water. Nice move Jade. His reflection against the water is now flooded through you. I gasped. He didn't change a bit. No. Scratch that. He actually did. A lot. His height did improve now; probably 3 inches might have been added, making him look like more college hottie from that college-boy aura years ago. And his voice? Ugh. More masculine and deep. I wonder if his late-puberty affects him being a vocalist, but I guess it did help instead. In as much as I try to renovate myself, which I believe I very much succeeded, he did try too, in an unconscious way perhaps. I'm not used to that look though. It's not the Christan-look I drooled over years ago. But the feeling of having butterflies fluttering on my tummy whenever I see him years ago--It didn't change at all.
And it still don't.
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11:11
Teen Fiction“I didn't wish on 11:11, on crossed fingers, on wishbone, on falling meteors, nor on falling eyelashes to have someone like him. He just.. came. And I believe it's destiny.” --Jade
