I want to cry.
I want to fucking cry.
Yet I don't want to.
Is it normal or is it only me?
You know these kind of situations where you do something you like and you want to do more of it because it makes you happy but then you feel guilty because you think you've done a bit too much of it and now you want to cry just to feel better yet the tears aren't coming out which makes you more frustrated and boost up the urge to let your tears out even more.
If you think I just made sense, then this is my situation right now. Theory into practice; I felt like having cheese croissants which I did. I think I ate something like six with a cup of hot chocolate. Yet I want more of it but at the same time I feel I will grow fat so I can't really have more. I'm actually in a dilemma. Period indeed sucks.
Speaking of period, you guys might be wondering what happened after I found my artworks in Mr.Drance's room, right? Well, nothing happened. I didn't mention anything. I got out of the room and he offered to give me a lift home which was spent in a semi-awkward and comfortable silence.
End of story.
However, during the ride, I couldn't resist myself from pondering over my life in the last 24 hours.
Yes.
Chico.
I haven't talked to him since last night. I mean since this early morning. I do remember him taking me home, putting me to bed and of course I asked him to stay. And his reply was something like "It won't end good, tesoro."
What that actually means, I don't want to know even if it's killing me inside. So I decided it would be good to just check up on him...
"Tony speaking."
Jokes apart, from that strong tone of his voice I felt my breath hitched.
"Hi..." I murmured.
"Tesoro..." I felt a sort of relaxation in his voice as if he thought it was someone else speaking to him.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"umm, not so good but I'm surviving. That's what matters."
"Hangover?"
"No. Period cramps." I instantly regretted my words. Why the hell did I tell him that?
"Oh..." There was a ten second pause on his side. I do know how to make things awkward. First Drance and now Tony.
"On a scale of ten how bad is it?"
"Seven or seven and a half...?
"Do you want me to bring you something? Like anything that makes you feel better? Food? Medicine?" An unknown smile crept over my lips. He sure knows how to make a girl fall for him. I mean LIKE not FALL. Jesus Christ, I'm losing my damn mind.
"Uhm no... that's sweet of you but I'll survive."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"How was your day?" Unknowingly, his few simple words made me smile again.
"Terrific." I said with boredom. His sudden chuckle made me smile again.
"I told you the red signs to stop playing last night but the señorita just don't listen." His words sounded as if he was rebuking me but I could hear that playfulness in his voice.
"Yet you were the same person to say at first, live your life, enjoy your freedom, be bold, blablabla." I mocked him.
"Yes enjoy it without losing conscious of tomorrow tesoro." I huffed.
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ChickLit"What were you doing inside?" I frowned at his question. What did it seem like I was doing? Having a foot massage? "Did you forget? I'm here to tutor your niece?" I crossed my arms over my chest, clearly irritated by his stupid question. "I know t...
