☆Sunday, June 3, 2007
im going to update my story about ELLA PETERSON in the next few days. i hoped you liked it. if you dont,i dont care. it's not like i wanted you here. (oops.sorry for being sarcastic.lol.) if there is something wrong with the grammar, IM SO SORRY. PLEASE BEAR WITH IT,as you can see, i am
not a professional author, so im not very good at grammar. well, you get the point. ;)
ENJOY!
missingY O U
Patrick woke up from the smell of pancakes. He saw me and Sam happily eating together, like we’re a newly wed couple.
“Hey, old lady, can I have some?” He asked.
“Go ahead.” I said. He pulled a chair and sat beside Sam, who was facing me. He got a pancake and flooded it with honey. As he munched on his food, he kept on looking at both of us.
“Did you guys kiss or something?” He frankly asked. How can he ask those embarrassing stuffs so easily?
Me and Sam didn’t say anything, we just blushed.
“Old lady, you have a hickey on your neck. It’s so clear. Someone might see it and misunderstand.” He laughed as he finished his pancake and went back to his room. “Thanks for the food.” He smiled.
“A hickey?!” I panicked. “What if my officemates sees me like this?” Patrick laughed, even harder. “Poor you.” I heard him say.
“Oh my. Sorry, Ella. I guess I was out of league.” Sam apologized.
I said its okay. I’ll just hide it with a scarf. I hurried and went in my room and showered. While I was taking a bath, Patrick confronted Sam. Of course I’m not aware of this.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED:
“Hey man. Are you old lady’s new boyfriend or something?” Patrick asked.
“Well, actually no but—“Before he was about to finish what he’s saying, Patrick continued his sentence for him.
“—you made out in the sofa, didn’t you?”
Sam froze. It made him remember what happened earlier. “Yeah. That’s what happened.“ He said, a bit embarrassed.
“Anyway, are you here to visit her or something?” Patrick asked as he sat beside Sam.
He nodded. “I’ve always wanted to see her.” He simply said.
“You’re her high school friend, right? Can you tell me more about her high school days?”
“Didn’t she tell you?”
Patrick shook his head.
“I guess she can’t. It’s a past she’s always wanted to forget.” Sam frowned. “I witnessed it all. It was the worst.”
So Sam narrated whatever happened to my high school days, “Ella has always been the most beautiful girl on the school. She had a long, silky black hair which everybody would fawn about. Her eyes were very mysterious as well, they’re misty blue and they really stand out. She has a tall and thin structure, but the weirdest part of all is that she never smiles. Of course she would smile at her classmates when they greet her, but she never gave a smile that came from the bottom of her heart. So basically, her smiles were fake.”
Patrick was listening very quietly as if he was imaging the details Sam has been giving him. “So how did it become so miserable?”
“Here,” Sam continued. “So since she was pretty and young at that and BTW she accelerated three times.” He smirked.
“Whoa, whatta smarty-pants!” Patrick interrupted. Okay Patrick I’m gonna kill you for calling me that. Argh!
“Anyway, everybody, no, every guy likes her. While every girl was jealous of her, they despise her. So you can’t really say that Ella has a gossip girl friend. She was always alone. She never had a group of friends. There was this gang of jealous, ugly-ditzy girls who always wanted to destroy Ella’s so-called ‘cool’ reputation. They always bully her when she’s in the bathroom or when she’s in a place wherein guys aren’t around.”
“That’s pretty cruel.” Patrick sighed. “Details, details, please.”
“Hmm..” Sam paused and thought for a while. “There was one time wherein Ella was in the bathroom, washing her hands. And then these girls went in and said many damn things about her and they got a hose and poured water all over Ella. Ella was powerless. She couldn’t fight back. She can’t go to class when she’s wet so she just went home and didn’t go to school for about a week. All those gang of girls were such bitches they kept on bullying her. There was also this time wherein Ella was framed as a sex-crazed maniac who goes to a hotel every night, which is totally not true. It was announced to the whole school, so everyone, even guys ignored her like she was invisible. Her image of becoming ‘cool’ was destroyed. Those girls already got their wish, but they’re still not satisfied, they continued bullying her.” Sam got his bag and out came my pictures when I was in highschool. I was in uniform. He showed them to Patrick. “Here.”
“Amazing!” Patrick gasped. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but she’s really pretty here with her long hair. Are you her stalker or something? How can you shoot all these photos unnoticeably?”
“Well, I’m an aspiring-photographer, you know?” Sam proudly said.
“Yeah, he’s a darn stalker-slash-photographer, I was annoyed with him back then,” And that’s where I entered the scene, in my bathrobe. “I heard everything.” I whispered.
“Sorry, Ella, it’s just that—“ I heard Sam say.
“I asked him to squeeze the details from your highschool days, I’ve always been bothered by it.” Patrick said, covering up for Sam’s big mouth.
“It’s fine.” I muttered. “You can tell him. I’ll just go to my room.” I quietly walked away and banged my door shut. I pushed my ear over the door to hear what they’re talking about.
“Argh! It’s all my fault.” Sam said.
“Don’t worry, she says its fine. I know its fine. She told us so.” Patrick convinced him. “Anyway, tell me more.”
“She really loved her hair back then.” Sam started narrating again. “Those bitchy girls I’m talking about, they asked her to cut her hair so she won’t stand out. Ella was shocked. She never wanted to stand-out, she doesn’t wanted to be bullied either. She just wants to be a normal high school student with a lot of friends. So she got a scissors and cut her hair, herself. After that, she ran away and cried. She has always wanted to grow her hair long and beautiful. But because she thought that having that kind of hair would make her stand out, she never grew it like before. It has always been short—until now.” Sam handed him the pictures. “Here are Ella’s highschool pictures. You can have it.” He smiled.
“I can hear her crying.” Patrick whispered. “She listening and she’s crying…”
How can Patrick know that I’m crying. I am crying. Really crying. Crying so hard that I can flood this room with my tears. And to think I was listening to their conversation as well. It was sad. Remembering all those times, I feel like dying. I know it’s history but when I think about it I feel scared as if I’m alone with no one by my side. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to end up being alone…
missingY O U
It’s It was 3 am in the morning when somebody came knocking on the door. It said: “Ella. Open up. It’s me, your childhood friend, Sam.”
I woke up from my bed and hurriedly opened the door, without even checking how I look like in the mirror.
“Don’t you know what time is it?” I asked with this annoyed look on my face. “And who the hell are you, anyway?”
I looked up to meet is face. God, spare me. I just saw the most gorgeous man of all. Brown chestnut hair, green eyes and tall structure. He has this oh-so pretty smile as well.
“I’m sorry for barging in here so suddenly. It’s just that when I came back from Canada, the first thing I thought when I came here was to visit my dear Ella.” He explained, while I’m still daydreaming about how hot can he be and when’ll I get the chance to touch him.
It seems like he noticed me drooling over is face. He laughed. And the way he laughed made me remember all those days before when I was in high school. It was Sam. I can’t believe it. Sam, my dorky friend back then.
“Sam! It’s you. It’s actually you!” I gasped, as I reached my arms to meet him and embrace him. He was embracing back. We really missed each other, huh?
Just then I sensed—women’s intuition—Patrick. He was half-naked, great another guy to drool over. He was sleepy and was scratching his head.
“Hey old lady, who’s the person barging in here at this hour?” He asked, annoyed.
I let go of my embrace to Sam and turned around to meet Patrick. “He’s Sam. My high school friend. He just came from Canada.”
Patrick frowned, but he didn’t say anything. He went back to his room.
Sam, who was shocked to see a younger, hot and sexy boy in my apartment, asked me in confusion. “Are you hiring younger guys to allure you while you’re bored and don’t have anyone to do it with?”
I slapped his face. “Stupid.” I muttered. “Of course not! It just so happens that we live in the same apartment.”
“What? Why?”
We sat on the couch and I told him why we ended up together. He just smiled and said: I see, there’s nothing to worry about then. I stared at him, confused. What does he mean by that?
“So, anyway, did you fulfill your dream of becoming a professional photographer?” I asked. It was always Sam’s dream of being a photographer.
He nodded and smiled. “Yup. I got entered into this really cool school for aspiring pro-photographers in the future. I can’t believe I actually made it.”
“Aww, that’s so cool. I’m so happy for you.” I smiled. I can’t believe Sam, has become this handsome. It’s not like he was ugly before, but he’s the type of guy of who doesn’t stand out. He’s cute, but in a dorky way. He’s not a nerd as well. He’s just, normal, I guess.
“You’re still as pretty as before, Ella.” He whispered. I just smiled and said nothing. He always had the hots for me even before.
“You’ve changed, Sam. You’re really handsome now. It’s not like you’re ugly before, it’s just that—“ Before I was able to finish what I was talking about, he hugged me and kissed me. It was kind of humiliating since I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and everything. It was rude of him, but still I appreciate his effort. It was sweet, in a way.
He tasted like toasted marshmallows. I guess he went camping before he got here. He was kissing me like a hungry lion, who’s been hungry for a week, longing to eat its prey, I felt powerless. He was a good kisser. Maybe he practiced a lot for this day to come. He shoved his tongue, and did all those things I don’t want to mention. We kissed on the couch for too long. So it was then that he positioned me under him, still kissing but with additional touching, nuzzling and moaning like hell. I noticed him removing his jacket and T-shirt. Only to let me see his perfectly-built abs. I guess he thought it wasn’t fair of him to touch me. Maybe he wants me touch him as well. So I did. I touched his marvelously abs and felt it using my lips, while he was biting my ear. It was a naughty scene. If Patrick saw this, I don’t know what I will do.
Wait! Why in the world am I thinking of Patrick in this type of scenario? It’s not like he’s my boy friend or something, besides he’s a teenager. Stop! Stop thinking about Patrick, just enjoy the heavenly feeling you get when you kiss someone hot.
But after that, it was me who broke the kiss. “I’m sorry, Sam. It’s just that I haven’t brushed my teeth yet and it’s embarrassing.” I looked away and blushed.
He just laughed; can you believe how rude he can be?
“I’m sorry, Ella.” He finally said. “It’s just that I think you haven’t been sleeping. I can taste that you have been smoking all night in your room. It doesn’t matter you know?”
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s been a long time since I have smoked.” I told him. “BTW why did you come back? I mean why did you even visit here? You’re a pro-photographer aren’t you, you shouldn’t be wasting your time here, right?”
He just smirked and said nothing.
“Well, whatever.” I said. “You want to eat something?”
He nodded as he helped me prepare the food.
missingY O U
There was a time when the apartment suddenly had a blackout, it was nighttime and when I got home I was scared so I stayed outside the building for a while. It was getting really late and I still don’t want to go inside the apartment for a while since it’s even darker. I decided that I have to wait for Patrick to go home because I ‘m really scared of the dark.
Finally Patrick came. He had his guitar on his back. He was wondering why I was waiting for him and to top it off, I was waiting for him outside the building.
“Why are you waiting for me?” He asked.
“Well, you see there was blackout and the electricity in this place is currently being repaired and I was hoping to join you when you go upstairs. You might get scared, you know.” I smiled. He was observing my behavior.
“Aha! You are scared, aren’t you, old lady?” He smirked. “Okay then, I, myself will accompany you to our room.”
When we got inside, it was extremely dark. I can’t even see anything at all. We lighted the fireplace and got ourselves hot cocoa.
“Mhmm..” I said, while gently blowing the cocoa. “It smells really good.”
“Yeah. I wonder why there’s no generator in this place.”
I nodded. “It’s a shame we paid twice the normal pay on this building.”
He didn’t say anything. We silently drank our cocoas. After that we still didn’t talk. I washed the cups and Patrick helped me dry them out.
“Hey, old lady.” He called.
“Yes?”
“Have you been dating that Walker guy now?” He asked, looking away from me. His eyes were so dark at that time. Maybe because I can’t see his face clearly since it’s dark.
“No.” I finally said. “I am not.” I smiled at him. “We never had any communication ever since that day. He never gave me his cellphone number.”
“Oh..” Was his only reaction.
I showered and went directly to my room. I combed my hair and lied down to bed. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I’m scared. Probably of monsters beneath my bed, since it’s dark and everything. I decided to go to Patrick.
“Uhm, Patrick?” I knocked at the door. ”Are you still awake?” There was no response. “Okay then. I’m sorry for bothering you.”
Before I could go to my room, I heard Patrick open the door of his room. “What is it?” He asked, sounding very sleepy.
“Um, I’m sorry for bugging you. Never mind. I’ll just have to go back to my room.”
He grabbed my wrist.
“No, seriously. What exactly do you want?”
I looked at him intently with scared eyes. “Can- can I sleep with you?”
His expression turned excited, from sleepy to excited. “W-why?” He said. “Could it be because I’m just so sexy that you couldn’t resist the fact that we already live under the same roof, yet you still can’t do anything to me?”
I slapped him, but not very hard. “Stupid brat! I’m gonna sleep beside you. I’m scared, okay? We are not gonna do anything at all, understand? So can I sleep beside you?”
He frowned. “Why don’t we have to do anything. We can do whatever you like.” He smirked.
“What I like is just to sleep beside you. I’m scared in my room. I hate being alone.” I said.
He stared at me, with serious black eyes. “Fine. You can sleep here.” Then he smiled. He actually smiled. It’s one of those smiles wherein it’s so rare for you to actually see and feel them. It’s a kind you smile you yourself can smile as well.
I lied beside him, nuzzling his soft, warm blanket. I was facing him, but he was facing away. I looked at his back. I never noticed he had big, broad shoulders. It’s kind of pretty sexy for a guy. Anyway, he shifted his position to face. He was asleep. It’s nice to observe him while he sleeps. He has long eyelashes, which are really cute. His face looks so smooth as well. His hair’s really adorable when it’s wet and when it’s not drowned in gel.
“What?” He then opened his eyes to see me admiring his beautiful face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Eh?!” I nearly fell off the bed. “You’re awake. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I can’t sleep at all.” He simply said.
“Oh, really?” I whispered.
It was silent for a moment.
“Patrick?”
“yeah?”
“I thought you’re asleep.” I smiled. “Hey, don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“I do have one.” He answered.
I was shocked. I never really thought about Patrick being all cuddly with a girl. “What’s her name?” I asked.
“Sarra. We’ve been together for five years.” He said. “I was fifteen when I went into a relationship with her. All my first time happened with her. She was great.”
I stood up and sat on the bed. “Then I guess, I just have to get back to my room. She might think you’re cheating with her if she founds out I slept with you.”
“She won’t.” He stated. “We’re not having sex, are we? She’ll understand. She’s not the type who gets jealous easily. That’s why we lasted for so long.”
“Oh.” I said, still sitting on the bed.
“So why don’t you lie down with me for a while?” I heard him whisper.
So I did. I slept beside him, no sex included. I was embracing him and he was embracing back. The night felt so warm because we were together in each other’s arms.
missingY O U
Hours later, I went out of my room and found no one. I decided to go out and drink. I went to a local bar and asked the waiter for some shots. I did mention before that if I drink, anyone can take advantage of me. But I didn’t care, since in my opinion, everyone despises me. I drank until I was drunk. It was the worst feeling ever. I want to vomit again. And this time it will take a lot longer than before. At that time, I don’t remember Patrick’s friends over at the apartment. I was drunk and I want to have fun, like everyone else. It was then that I realized a lot of guys have been drinking with me. I decided to dance and party with them.
It was late in the night and I had to go home. I said bye to the guys who danced and partied with me. Before I was able to go out of the door, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around and saw this young, handsome guy. He was about twenty-two years old. Well, he’s not that young, I guess. I think he was with me, when I was partying.
“You look really drunk, miss.” He said, with a concerned look on his face. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.” I agreed. We rode on a black VW Bug. I kept silent and it was then that I felt my head getting really dizzy. The night was really cold and I didn’t get to bring my jacket. When we were about the turn left, the stoplight went red. I just noticed that this handsome guy, who I’m with, shifted his position to face me and kiss me. It was the best. He tasted like beer, and I guess I tasted like one as well. The stoplight went green and we were still there, passionately kissing like hell.
It was me who broke the kiss. I looked at the stoplight. It’s the fifth time it went green. Wow, the kiss was really long.
“Why don’t we go over to my place to continue?” He suggested.
“I’m sorry.” I said. “I feel really dizzy drinking all those shots. Just drive me home.”
So he drove me home and he guided me upstairs. So when we were already at the door of my room, I told him, “You can go home now.” I smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re drunk. I’ll take you to your bedroom.” He said, still concerned. But it was obviously to lose my virginity. Tricky guy.
“Okay, whatever.” But it didn’t matter to me, anymore. I’m already old enough to experience THAT kind of thing. I opened the door and to my surprise I saw Patrick and his friends in the dining table, drinking and having fun.
I saw Patrick, looking dumbfounded when he saw me. “I thought you’re in your room.” I heard him say. I didn’t respond.
The guy, I’m with, asked, looking at Patrick, “Do you know him?”
I stared at Patrick. He was looking back at me. He was looking like he wanted to tell me: What are you doing, drunk and with a guy, at that? Are you crazy?
“No.” I finally said. “I don’t know him. I don’t know him at all.”
I took the guy-I’m-with in my room. I can clearly sense that he’s getting excited. He sat on the side of my bed.
“I’m sorry about the room, it’s kinda small.” I said.
“It’s fine.” He smiled. “BTW, I’m Walker. Twenty-six years old.”
I nearly choked. “You’re what?” I gasped. “Twenty-six?”
He nodded.
“You look like you’re twenty-three.”
“A lot of people tells me that.” He simply said. I was shocked and I realized, this guy was older than me. “Don’t worry. I don’t have a family, okay. And I’m not cheating anyone.”
I phew-ed. “That’s good to hear. But you still look like you’re twenty-three. I thought I was older than you.”
“Who cares? You look like you’re twenty-four.”
“Shut up. Don’t kid around with my age.” I said.
“No, seriously.” He insisted. “You look twenty-four. I look twenty-three. Don’t you think we’re a perfect match?” He asked.
“You’re hot. I’m not. How can that be perfect?” I asked him, sarcastically.
“You’re beautiful.” He gently said.
I turned around and looked at the mirror. He was right. I was beautiful. He went over and hugged me. “Are you ready?”
I nodded.
I can feel him undressing my clothes. It was a nice feeling. Maybe I’ll finally get a boyfriend after all. Although, I was wondering when’ll I get the chance to undress him.
He kissed me. I kissed him back. We weren’t doing anything yet. We were just touching and kissing. But we were wearing far fewer clothes at that time. I was under him. He was doing all the work, he kept on nuzzling my neck. I kept on moaning.
Before we can do something more hideous, Patrick banged the door open. “Hey, old lady. My friends went home already. Why don’t you send your ‘friend’ home as well?” He said. I can clearly sense the shock Patrick has when he saw me and Walker in a really unpleasant and awkward position. I can imagine him—mouth dropped open and eyes popped.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Patrick asked. Ha! I knew it. He’d be shocked.
“What do you think we’re doing?” Walker asked back, sarcastically and he gave Patrick a look which says: We were about to do it, why did you come and destroy the heavenly feeling both of us were having? “We’re trying to have sex, of course.”
“Eh?!” Patrick shrieked.
“That’s enough for today.” I finally said, getting up from the bed and picking up Walker’s clothes. “Walker, we have to stop here for now. You should go home and rest.”
“What?!” Walker asked. “Why? Is it because of this kid?”
“No, Walker. I’m just tired.” I gave him a smile. “I did have a wonderful time, thanks to you.” I winked right back at him.
Walker went home and I dressed myself, since I was wearing only my undergarments. I didn’t notice Patrick still at my room’s door he was observing me with dark-lidded eyes.
“What?” I asked while putting on pajamas. “Why are you still here?”
“You guys didn’t do it, did you?” He asked.
“We were about to.” I replied. “But you came so we weren’t able to.”
He frowned. Then he went closer to me and whispered something in my left ear. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “It’s my entire fault why you ended up bringing that Walker here. I’m sorry.”
I was standing there, listening to his voice which was so close that I could feel his breath tickle my skin. My heart was beating real fast. I’m not in love; maybe I was just surprised that he said ‘sorry’ to me. He barely even say that word. Then he backed away. “Well, I’m gonna go sleep.” He went to his room and he never looked back.
missingY O U
After the pasta-thing, everything was back to normal. We barely talk, I leave him dinner, and the usual stuff. It was kinda really nice of him to prepare dinner just for me.
Then holiday came, so both of us were left alone in the apartment. Everyone in the other rooms were out and having their vacation, except me and Patrick.
“Are you going home for vacation?” I asked him, while cooking breakfast.
“There is no home.” He simply said. I was shocked. Is this kid abandoned, or from an orphan? Or was he kidnapped and he just escaped after ten years? I wondered.
It seems that he noticed me wondering why, so he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapped and I just escaped after a long period of time. It’s something personal.”
“Eh? How’d you know what I was thinking?” I asked him, with a curious look on my face.
“You are so transparent.” He said. “I don’t know. I think I can read your mind.”
I covered my forehead. “You what?!” I shrieked. “You’re a monster. Are you really human? You look like you’re not.”
He stared at me for a moment, and then he laughed. “Even though your age is old, you act like a crazy high school student.”
I frowned. “Don’t remind me of my high school days.”
“Ooh.” He went closer and as if he was interested to know. “What is it? Is it something personal?” he teased.
I glared at him. “I told you, didn’t I. Don’t remind me of it!” I shouted. “So what if it’s personal, do I have to tell you? Who do you think you are? You’re just a teenager lost in his own world.” I removed my cooking gloves and went to my room and shut the door close.
I covered my ears with a pillow, as if I was scared. I can feel my body shivering. “Fine! I was just joking. Old lady these days are so annoying and FYI, I’m not a teenager!” I heard him shout.
My highschool days are the worst part of my life. Whenever I remember it, I get scared. It’s like a phobia. I shiver a lot and I feel uneasy. It’s a past I can’t forget.
When I went out of my room, I went straight to the toilet and vomited.
“Hey, are you okay?” Patrick asked, who was at the door. He wasn’t looking at me with those eyes. He was looking away, as if he wasn’t really interested if I was okay or not.
I didn’t answer him. I went out the door as if he was invisible and went back to my room. He was shouting at the door. “Hey, I’m going to have friends over, okay. So if you want you can stay in your room for the rest of the day. I’d really appreciate it if you don’t show your face to my friends.”
I cried. Everyone despises me, even before. I just hate it.
missingY O U
And that’s where the excitement in my life started. Don’t get me wrong. If I say, excitement, I don’t mean sexual excitement or anything like that, although sometimes I wish for that. By excitement, I mean, being able to feel what you’ve never felt before. It’s complicated but, you’ll get it eventually. Anyway, we decided to live together because: a) we’ve already paid for it. B) we can’t just leave it at that, our money’s at stake and c) we urgently need a place to live.
The teenager’s name is Patrick. So far, these are the facts that I know about him. He’s in a band who wants to make it big in America. He’s the vocalist and he doesn’t shave his armpit. The last one was an observation. Anyway, we barely talk. In the house this is what always happens: We are always out in the morning. I’m off to work. I don’t know where he’s off to. Then when I get home, he’s not yet there. I leave him dinner, shower and go back to my room to finish some paper works and type something in my laptop. Then I sleep. I don’t know if he goes home at night, because I barely even hear him enter the door. But I always notice the dinner every night, finished and empty every morning. So I guess he goes home late and eats the dinner I made for him.
Then one night, I went home. I was shocked to see him in the house already, with an apron, as if he was cooking something. I looked at him blankly, like I just saw some ghost enter the room.
“What are you doing standing there? Sit down and I’m gonna serve the food.” He said, and then he turned around. “By the way, I didn’t mean to see you naked last time. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean it. So don’t get me wrong.” He then looked at me. “Well, you were gaping at me the other time so we’re even.”
I blushed and I sat down. I can smell that he’s cooking pasta. “Mmm. smells delicious. It’s pasta, right?” I asked him. He just nodded. “Hey Patrick.”
“Yeah?” He turned around. “What is it?”
“Why are you cooking?” He gave me a look, indicating liked, ‘duh, I’m hungry’ “I mean, you barely even go home. And now you’re here cooking pasta. Why?”
“Let’s just say, we don’t have a gig tonight and every night when I go home I always see dinner in the dining table ready just for me.” He blushed. How cute. “And this is like a ‘thank you’ for you. Because I don’t usually say the word, ‘thank you’, you know.”
I smiled so badly. I can’t stop it. I can’t believe I’m smiling with just simple words form this kid. “Really? That’s nice of you, teenager. You’re ready to become an adult.”
“Stop calling me a ‘teenager’” He frantically shouted. “I’m already twenty, for Christ’s sake.”
I laughed. “You don’t look like it.”
“Shut up.” He said, I can clearly sense that he’s smiling as well. “Anyway, can you close the lights, please.” I closed the lights.
“What’s up with that turning off the lights?” I asked. He didn’t respond.
He got a big candle and placed it in the middle of the table; he lighted it using a lighter and he arranged the plates, spoons, and forks carefully. I looked at him with curiosity.
“Here you go.” He pulled a chair for me to sit. He was acting like a formal waiter in an expensive restaurant. “Here’s the special of the day, mademoiselle.” He gently placed a plate of pasta arranged beautifully, with the cheese, meatballs and all those seasonings above. I stared at him. He was smiling. His smile was something that really came from inside of him. Like he was really happy of doing this. BTW, he was smiling at me.
He sat across me, so we’re facing each other, with the bright candle in the middle of us. I should say, the pasta was really good. It was the best candlelit dinner I’ve ever had. After dinner, he turned on some really old, mellow music and faced me. “Shall we dance?”
I looked at him, left eyebrow arched up. “What? But I don’t know how to dance.”
“Come on. Don’t tell me you’re too old for dancing.” He laughed.
“I am not that old.” I said hastily. “I can dance. Come on, let’s dance. I’ll show you.”
So the whole night we were dancing. Honestly, I can’t dance so Patrick had to teach me how the foot goes. Eventually, I got it. So we were dancing, formally and correctly, which was nice because it’s the first time I’ve ever danced like this in my whole life. The reason could probably because I always ditch my junior and senior prom. Anyway, this night has been the best. I will never forget it.
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Luckily, I found an apartment. Yeah! It’s pretty expensive, but it’s worth it since it’s really organized and it’s so pretty. Though I still don’t know what to do with the other room, since this apartment has two rooms, I’m getting the bigger one, but I don’t know what to do with the other. There’s just a lot of space. Hell, I don’t even have enough furniture to fill the space.
I paid in advance, just as what the guy-who-sold-me-this-apartment said. So I laid on my bed, staring and admiring the dirty white ceiling. Thinking of a lot of things. And if I say a lot, I mean a LOT. Anyway, I undressed myself and went into the shower. I was singing/humming Madonna’s new single. As I was singing, I heard something. Like there’s someone opening the door. And of course, I ignored it. For a fact that, the door IS locked and only I have the key. I kept on humming and suddenly I just noticed that the door was open and some teenager was there, looking at me like a total idiot. His eyes were popped open like it’s gonna explode out of shock. And I was there standing, shocked as well and COMPLETELY naked. I took my rubber duckie and smashed it on his face. He was completely knocked out. He came crashing down the floor. I banged the door close. I was so mortified. And to think I was naked. And it was a boy who saw me. A kid, a teenager.
I went outside the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body. I brought with me another rubber duckie, just in case the pervert attacks again. I tip-toed across my room and shuts it close. I phew-ed. ‘Why is that kid there anyway?” I asked myself. I changed on to my sleepwear and brought my rubber duckie, for the second time. I checked the kitchen and the dining area, there was none, living room—none, bathroom—none, the only one left is the extra room. I banged it open and—I just saw the most beautiful sight ever. Inside was a guy.
A guy.
Undressing his T-shirt.
I stood there, dropping my rubber duckie. My heart’s fluttering. This must be the power of his pheromones. Teenagers sure are getting it on these days.
It was then that I realized how stupid I was, standing there, admiring his gorgeous body when all I should be doing is attack the guy and get him out of my own house.
He was looking at me, all confused. His hand on his shirt was still on the middle of undressing himself. I picked up my rubber duckie and threw it right to his face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit. He managed to avoid it. Crap!
“What the hell are you doing, old lady?!” He frantically asked. He was on the verge of screaming, I think.
“Old lady? Who are you calling old lady? I’m still 25, you brat!” I shouted right back at him. “I’ll say, what the hell are you doing in MY apartment?!”
“Your house? Are you kidding, this is MY apartment. Get it? MY apartment.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
I took a long, deep breath. “Look kid. I know what you want. You want money, right? I can give you. But please can you just get out of MY OWN apartment?”
He stared at me in disbelief. Only way scarier.
“Old lady, please. I am telling you this is MY apartment. I already paid in advance for the next two months. Can you please, with all due respect, just get the hell out?” He said, pissed. “And BTW, I don’t need any money from you.”
I started to cry. For the reason of: I don’t know! Hell, I don’t even know why I’m crying. All I know is that fighting with this kid is pointless.
“hey.” He called out.
I didn’t respond. I continued crying.
“hey miss.” He called out, only louder than the first one.
Again, I didn’t respond.
“Hey you.” This time he was whispering it in my ear, which made me tickle a bit. I didn’t even notice him getting closer to me. “Why in the world are you crying? Tell me.”
I gently rubbed my eyes. “I’m not crying. You know what, if we continue arguing like this it won’t end. So why don’t we just talk and sort it out?”
“Okay then.” He then moved away from me. “What do have in mind?”
“You said that you just paid two months in advance, right?”
He nodded.
“I just paid one month in advance. So why would the guy-who-sold-me-this-apartment sell me this house when he’s selling the same place to you?” I wondered.
“I guess we have been swindled.” He simply said. “He must have gotten two clients at one time and decided to sell one apartment to both of them, so he can earn twice or more than his usual pay. And those clients are us.”
“That old man. I’m going to call him right now.” I hurried across my room to get my cellphone and dialed the guy’s number.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of coverage please try again later” The phone said. This angered me. Why would he do that and make me one of his victims? That arsehole.
“I can’t contact him.” I frowned and turned my attention to the teenager. “He must have gotten away and ran off. And to think a month is here is pretty expensive.” I sighed.
“Why don’t we ask the landlady?” He suggested.
“Good idea.” I said, shifting my disappointed look to a brightened one.
So when we went to the landlady, she said she can’t do anything about it because the guy-who-sold-the-apartment-to-us already bought the entire room. So she suggested one impossible solution: “WHY DON’T YOU TWO LIVE TOGETHER?”
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Ella Peterson.
It was time for work again and I’m going to meet stacks of paper on my desk today. Great! I can’t wait… not. Another day, another pain in the ass. Sitting on my office chair, typing for hours on my laptop and those paperworks I mentioned earlier. By the way, I’m on the process of finding a new apartment, since my current one just kicked me out for reasons you might not want to know.
Here I am sitting on my very throne or should I say my office chair. One of my officemates offers me a cup of coffee, which I quickly declined. I gave her a smile which indicates, “thank you very much, but I’m not in the mood for some coffee. You might want to leave me alone.” This is my waterloo. I am not very sociable. Yes, indeed, I am not. I don’t join welcoming parties or farewell parties here in our department—Lifestyle department. Because I hardly even know those people. I grew up studying, reading, researching and every other geek kid does. I was accelerated three times. So I’m what you call—a smart and intelligent lady. Some guys from the office tells me I’m pretty or I’m beautiful. Though I really don’t know if it’s true. I’ve never had time for dating. Ever since I was a kid, I never really got the chance to date someone. I’m currently 25 years old and I’m an office lady one of those boring types. I smoke a lot. It’s like to get away from depression. i don’t really know myself, because whenever I smoke I feel better and refreshed like I can just say, “Hey world! I’m ready for the biggest trouble you can give! I’m gonna beat the crap outta it!” And another thing, drinking alcohols. This is one thing I don’t usually do, except for special occasions like, being scolded by my oh-so-ass-looking boss, when the landlady in the apartment kicks me out and when I’m drop-dead problematic and stressed out with life. You don’t want to know what I do when I’m drunk. I’m a totally different person and the next day, I don’t remember anything. Well not really. I can still remember some things, though. Anyone can take advantage of me if I’m drunk.
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