Have you had that feeling of wanting to know what he|she thinks? Do you sometimes wish to have telepathic powers or to invent a device that can make you hear his|her thoughts?
Everybody likes somebody. And do you know what the hard part is? It’s wanting to know what the other one is thinking, despite of getting hurt or getting the same attraction.
Arvee, a simple girl, wanting a simple high school life, is simply madly into Chris. Chris, a mellow-hearted guy, someone who’s always compared to every other guy, is deeply in love with Arvee. Let’s see each other’s point of view.
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Arvee:
It was Wednesday. I thought everything was going to be normal. And then, he was there, right in front of me. He was really there. And you know what was embarrassing? Coffee, spilled all over me. I bumped into him. He was holding a cup of cold coffee. His drink splashed on me. It was cold, really cold. I didn’t know what to do. Everybody was laughing. I think I also heard a chuckle from him. *tears* If you were in my place, you’d really pick suicide over that situation. Chris, the dreamiest, most perfect guy ever, spilled his drink on me. THE SHAME! *tears* What if the coffee he bought cost a hundred? Or two hundred? He must hate me so much right now.
I had a good sleep. I ate bacon this morning. Jill gave me a ride to school. We bought cheese cake during the drive. That was my daily routine since forever. Why today? WHY?! *cries*
I went straight to the comfort room after that tragedy. I dried my hair, washed my face, changed my clothes. And when I got out of the cubicle, guess who I saw: Taylor, the most evil creation on Earth, asked how I was. I said I was okay. She left the room laughing, btw. :|
I’m out of the CR. I saw Chris helping Mrs. Hilda with a huge number of books. He’s so strong. He didn’t even leave a single paper on Mrs. Hilda’s hands. He’s strong, and helpful.
After class, I went to Chris to apologize for what happened earlier. This is what I said to him: “Umm, Chris. I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I wasn’t looking. Sorry.” Well, that’s not actually what I said. I just thought of that now. I hardly said anything when I got to him.
So, here’s what really happened: I brought him hot coffee, said sorry, and walked away. It was dreadful. “Hot Coffee.” Who does that anyway? I think I’m gonna’ die. It was the worst day so far. I think I’ll just join the circus. *sigh*
Chris:
Wednesday. King and I went to the coffee shop, uhh, to buy coffee. I ordered the strangest coffee: black coffee with milk. HAHA. It wasn’t black, so I asked for a refund. They said they don’t refund on such orders. Is there even a law for that? Don’t they know that the customers are always right? GEEZ. So, they gave me a cup of cappuccino instead.
At school, we were walking in the hallway, and it happened. I spilled my drink on Arvee. I spilled my drink on her cute, white shirt and her blue pants. It was an accident, I swear. I wasn’t looking where I’m going. IT WAS MY FAULT. Everyone laughed at her. Poor Arvee. I was going to apologize, but she rushed to the comfort room crying. I really wish she’s okay. I never thought I’ll be the one making her cry like that. I, Chris, am a jerk.
I asked this girl to check her in there. I think her name is Terri. Or maybe Taison. Hmm, I don’t know her name. I just politely asked to check how Arvee was doing then she left with an indifferent look on her face. When she came back, she said that Arvee was doing fine. Now that’s a relief. *phew*
Arvee hasn’t left the CR yet. So, I was supposed to wait for her to go outside to officially apologize, but I wasn’t able to do so. Mrs. Hilda was holding this heavy pile of thick books, and I just had to help her.
After class, me and my friends went to the mall to buy a basketball for PE Class. I was freezing. I didn’t know why. Then, I saw Arvee again. She still looks pretty. She wore a ponytail, a gray and white-striped shirt and mini shorts. I don’t approve of the shorts though. Anyway, she was holding a tumbler. She gave me the tumbler she was holding, said sorry, then went away. I wasn’t able to apologize again. Bummer.
I opened the tumbler. It was hot coffee. She knew I was cold. She gave me hot coffee to warm up. She’s so nice. She’s the best. I wish she’ll give me coffee forever.<3
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