𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑃𝐼𝑆𝐸 ; 𝑄𝑈𝐴𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑇𝑌

16

No.

There's no way that could
be him.

He looks.....

He looks like he needs a haircut.

He definitely has a baby face.

Those scattered freckles are quite
nice though, I'll give him that.

And his eyebrows aren't bad either.

If I had them, I wouldn't have to darken
mine so much.

He still looks like he's 16.

How old is he again?

"No, I'm not her. I think you got the wrong girl." I attempted. Weakly.

Corners of his lips risen a little more up, making the smile more into view.

I would love to wipe it off.

"I think I would know what my girlfriend would look like."

Jesus Christ.

"Fake." I reminded, showing no change of expression at all. Stoic face as I promised myself.

I held myself a little meeting before coming here.

I convinced myself that if I become the most boring person alive, Quackity would be shooed away from my negative vibes. He looks like the type to not be seen around party poopers, so I'll become one. I will become not his type.

That will be easy, hopefully.

"Planning to sit any longer? Or do you need my help?"

Right, I haven't moved a muscle since he came up from behind. Kinda wishing I would sit in this corner longer, to not be bothered.

That's when he extended his hand towards me, as if I would gratefully take it to help myself up.

As if.

Last thing I wanna do is touch him. Man looks like he's been having the cootie touch ever since he was born. I would wash my hands about 12 times.

"Uh, No thanks." Lightly swatting his hand, I grab the handle of my luggage to fully stand up.

And let me just say, his height is quite laughable.

Not too tall, but not too short. Average if you may. Listen, I'm only (y/h) but this isn't the kind of tall girls freak out about on the internet. Girls standards are way too high anyways, because when do you ever bump into a 6'4 guy in your daily life?

5'8. At least 6'0 if you're lucky. Take it or leave it.

Apparently me swatting his hand away didn't make him too surprised. Almost as if he expected this exact reaction.

"Mi princesa being grumpy? Was your tea not stirred just right this morning?"

First off, I don't drink tea. Not that much anyways. Secondly, I'm not in the mood for his teasy remarks. I've heard it enough during call, that hearing it in person is making me want to rip my hair out.