26. ~|Prestige As Tangible As Centaurs On Earth|~

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Songs For This Chapter:

Never Know
by Why Don't We

Never Seen Anything "Quite Like You"
by The Script

Be Alright
by Dean Lewis

Talk
by Why Don't We

Think
by Adam Lambert

Half A Heart
by One Direction

Wherever You Are
by Kodaline

You Make My Dreams
by Tim Halperin

Bloom
by The Paper Kites

Fingerprints
by POP ETC

Stars Are On Your Side
by Ross Copperman

White Horse
by Taylor Swift

All About Us
by He Is We, Owl City

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A Date.

A Date.

A freaking date, I get it!

A Date.

If you say that one more time, I swear to God. . .

No matter how many times I repeat those two simple words in my head, it still manages to throw me off with an uncontrollable fluttering feeling in my stomach. And of course, my trademark 'he-he-he' stupid smile, with a really high pitch when I am awfully jittery and don't even realize how much of a fool I look like.

Not much different from normal times, you know

The sun was shining, the birds were singing in their nests and some were flying about in the vast blue expanse of the sky when I was still in the bathroom, brushing my teeth in all my morning-breath-induced aura, frizzy-hair-with-a-side-of-strands-sticking-out-like-I-was-eloctrocuted glory. Up until that part, things were pretty normal. Well, as normal as waking up in your kidnapper's bedroom and then making out with him —so far that he unclasps your bra and you never even knew how on earth you were attired in that thingamabob— goes.

When I was done with my morning routine, the sun was still shining, birds were still chirping and flying about. In addition to that, there was a car honking outside, as if there really was any need for it to do so, given there's hardly any traffic —or busy road— anywhere nearby. Yet, the driver —whoever that moron was, unbeknownst to me at that moment— thought it melodious to press on the horn constantly. I made a mental note to suggest the poor moron visiting an otolaryngologist. My chippy self was making its way down the stairs, into the living room then, where everyone —including things one and two— were gathered doing whatever they specialise in.

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