"I think I’m falling for you."
Okay what the hell was that crap? Ugh you sounded like a sixteen year old mad cheesy lover.
She chided in her own battlefield of thoughts. She was having this rehearsal of lines for like almost ten full blown minutes now. Scrutinizing every niche of herself in a reflective surface.
She heaved a deep sigh.
"I’m in love with you, Ly"
She sighed in resignation slash exasperation. She just can’t get enough of herself, really really trying to cease from cursing herself nonchalantly.
"Argghh, I can’t even. Oh my god! You’re killing me, Alyssa. And I will freaking kill you!!"
She ranted vehemently. Only heaven knows how she hated herself right at this frigging moment. She was furious and all, and the only retort she had figured was to close her eyes hardly enough like her retina will come out at any minute.
"And now you hate me"
There she was frantic, her legs feeling like Jell-O. Obviously horrified, terrified and of course shocked with the sudden appearance of somehow she considered as an intruder, and yet a magnificent one. Her heart frenzied and toggled with undeniable rhythm. Like she’s having a mini heart attack.
"Oh great. What the freaking hell?!" she blurted, resting her palm on her chest.
"You even wanna kill me? Jeez," Aly looked at her sternly, but exhibiting a mocking laugh, that had vividly irked her.
"Yes, and I would love to, Alyssa Frigging Valdez" she smirked, raising her brow.
Clearly expressing her thought in a very condescending way she opt. Though she was unsure if Aly had actually regard it as such.
"Thanks and I love you, too. And no I won’t take ‘Frigging’ as my middle name." Aly grinned as she throttle her way to Den’s minibar, like she memorized every single detail of her loft.
Wait, what?
She was left standing with her mouth partly open forming an O. She is certain of what she heard. And yes, that practically made her go like ‘if this is just a dream, please don’t wake me up’ and yes kind of stupor. No, she’s in the state of stupor.
I love you, too? Holy sweet baby Jesus. What the actual cheese balls.
She was battling against herself mentally. Her cobwebbed thoughts clearly had made her go fussy and stuff that actually resulted of her keeping mum. Frozen, even.
"Dennise Michelle Frigging Lazaro!"
And there was seemed to be a whole drum of cold water that splashed her.
