It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

I love skinship(5)

It has been 2 weeks since they both met on the first day of school.

And now Miranda tells me, they chatted a few nights ago in WhatApps and they apparently are friends.

It was assembly time, we were all seated in the shade between of home science studio and the mechanical skill studio. We have 12 classes for each year and every 3 classes get a specific assembly area.

Some guys were playing football on the cemented court just opposite the shade. Some girls were playing tag with poles. The rest were either studying or doing something else.

Miranda sat next to me with her left leg over my right leg. Miranda loves skinship. Miranda loves the warmth of one skin since she tends to be rather cold in the afternoon.

'Sure, I am not heavy?'

'Yes, you are not, thus thee can rest assured. So now you and Mark are friends with benefits? That bastard sure is lucky.'

'Yes, we are friends but what benefits are you referring to...I don't think there are any benefits to both of us being friends. I starting to see you as the insignia of strangeness. Dang, I love skinship. Since you are comfortable with me, you will be expecting this every time from me.'

Crap, Miranda is too naive to be mingling with me.
'I meant the benefits of being creatures of diverse cultures yet both of you have Chinese roots. Not to creep you out but Mark has been rather excited after coming to know about your DNA roots. The possibility of your friendship may soon come to light but if Mark says or does anything weird, feel free to hit him and get him a bed in the intensive care unit.'

'Mark is a creep but I doubt he would do anything funny and weird. Even though the fact that it only took a week to be Lee's friend, they have become inseparable friends and as to that, I think Mark, is a good soul.'

I doubt that, girl. Mark is a creature of lust, sex is the only thing other than intelligence running in his brain. Well, he might be a decent friend but yet boys are boys.

'Sure, if you think so, Miranda.'

That was the start of their relationship. They were close. At times they were in the role of mother-son in their relationship. Miranda was the mature one in their relationship. Mark was the child of their relationship.

At moments, Miranda would hit him hard, while he would hit Miranda flirty. Once, Mark wanted to touch Miranda's cheek. Mark touch Miranda's cheek with a glue stick and called her cheeks chubby.
Flustered Miranda hit Mark hard on the arm.

The guy's right arm was red as the blush crept on Miranda. If Mark is with Miranda, he forbids all sex talk. According, to him, she is an angel that should not be impure.

Once, Miranda was stretching her arms. She was bored sitting, so she decided to do some mild hand stretches. Her movement caused her bralette to unhook. Realizing that her bralette hook came undone, she froze in her spot. Mark noticed this and came from behind her and whispered at her, 'did your bra unhook? you just froze.'

Embarrass Miranda nodded her head in reply. She was red as a tomato.

In reply, Mark placed his hand on her back and hook the unhooked bralette through Miranda's uniform. Miranda straighten her spine. She was mortified by the fact a guy her age just did hook her bra for her. Miranda whispered an inaudible 'thank you.

A few days later, Mark was tucking in his shirt to his pants. While he was at it, he accidentally pulled the border of his underwear instead of his pants revealing the border which had Adidas on it. Miranda was behind him, a red Miranda turned her head away as Mark readjust and tuck his shirt into his pants. Mark was unaware of this.

A few days later, Miranda was resting her head sideways on her left arm as her right arm covered her face with a book.

Curious Mark assumed Miranda was asleep and wanted to take a peek at her sleeping face. Little did he know Miranda was awake. Mark mirrored Miranda's action as he tried to move the book away from her face. Miranda tugged the book to her face.

Mark knew she was awake and very much wanted to play, he tugged the book back. The tugging went on for a while until Mark by a twist of fate tugged the book too hard, they almost kiss, and thanks to Miranda's fast reflexes she smacked the book onto Mark's face. The guy's eyes water up as he blinked his eyes as he lifted his head to readjust his askew glass.

There was one time, Mark was drying himself in the corridor, and he wanted to jump from the first floor to the ground floor to see if would he get hurt. Mark had a habit of being weird and this was one of those times that he was weird. He leaned forward as he was held by the concrete wall, his heel was up and his toes barely touched the floor. After a few seconds of standing as such, he would stand back normally and admire the view of the tree and rocks below. Then he would repeat the stunt as Miranda watched anxiously from the classroom door.

'Mark, you know you wouldn't be getting hurt severely, just a broken arm or leg is likely what you will get if you do fall.'I spoke as I squatted beside the classroom door with my hands resting on my knees watching Mark back.

'How sure are you about that, you not a fortune teller.'He replied as he stood back normally.

'I think with basic common sense and the upbringing in a household that somehow sparked my interest in human anatomy and its capability. I think I can see the outcome of your fall if you pull one.'I answered with a mental sigh.

'Then I must do say, I thought you were an idiot but you do have brains.'He uttered as he pulled that stunt again.

I bitterly want to kill you but I keep my hand clean.

Miranda came out of the class and drag Mark back into class.

'You are oozing the bloodlust to kill Mark, Ann.' Miranda spoke.