Remind Me Again

009.2

Hi beloveds! This is the last half chapter for Remind Me Again Part 1! Do stay tuned for the Part 2! :) Enjoy reading!

009.2 (Ivan’s POV)

“You gave me a forever within the numbered of days, and I am grateful.”

~The Fault in our Stars; John Green

Continuation of July 12, 2011

You know that fact when I want my subconscious to actually hit me—he didn’t. Because unfortunately by some wicked grace, he fell on the ground unconscious and unwilling to be awaken until this mortifying chapter ends.

“I think I might be in love with you.”

After I said those words, I felt like the world fell on my feet and my mouth went dry and I suddenly feel conscious around her. I don’t know how to react towards her. I mean, she’s just her and I am me—plus my haphazardly heart misbehavior awhile ago. She remains impassive and it alarms me to think that when she does finally come to her senses she would slap me, get mad at me and then run away from me—no! (;° ロ°) I don’t want her to go away.

The thought of her leaving makes me nauseous. I look down at my sneakers.

“Don’t say you love me unless you really mean It.” she finally says and I willed myself to look at her. Dear Lord, what to do now?

She was looking at me and regards me seriously rather than skeptically. “I might think of something really crazy… like believe it.”

What? She thinks I’m joking? Oh come on! ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ

I’ve never been serious and embarrassed in my life and the first time I did, she thinks I’m joking? I didn’t know she’s capable of inflicting injury until now. And now she’s wounding me.

“I am in love with you.” I said, with further emphasis on the vitriolic “L” word.

Her eyes went wide and her expression becomes raw. “I am hard to love.”

What? She let me fall for her and then she tells me she’s hard to love? I don’t think so. I don’t understand why she’s so hard on herself.  I shrugged off my pissing thoughts and focused on my errant chum.

“Well, I believe that the people worth having aren’t always the easiest to love.”

And there I was. Feeling the Romeo that wasn’t me. Why the blip of blip am I feeling nervous? I think I have to add that word to my dictionary. But it’ll be placed on the pending section under review.

She gives me a small, sad smile. “You’re not a quitter are you?”

I snorted. “I don’t think that’s one of my many qualities.”

She laughs silently but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. What do I have to do to make her really smile again?

“I can forget about you.”

I frowned. “Then I’ll remind you again.”

She blinks, disbelieving what I said but clearly bemused. I know. I have that effect on women.

“I’m counting now.” she smirks at me, giving me the air of the challenge. I raised an eyebrow at her. She did started counting from one to ten. Then she mildly narrowed her eyes at me, but I can see the figure of a hidden smile on her beautiful face.

“Who are you?”

I bowed like a gentleman in front of her. “Hi. I’m Mike Wazowski. Enchanted to meet you.” I raised her hand and planted a kiss on top of it. Well, I don’t think Pixar would mind me borrowing the name of their one-eyed monster.