Still May.
Today is the end of May. 31st of May. And out of nowhere, that Nate guy passes my mind. If you can see what's inside my mind, he's joking in my mind, goofing around.
My brain starts zooming his eyes. I don't know for how long. Infinity time.
I shake my head to get the picture out of my head.
One shake is not enough.
My brain starts zooming at his nose but then quickly move to his mouth. No smoochies, remember what your mom have said to you. No, those lips look like every lips I've seen before.
I shake my head again.
My brain starts zooming out from his face. I sighed to myself. Sadly, it's not over. Inside my brain he's smiling genuinely. You know, I can't handle people smiling.
I shake my head once last time. It's gone by now.
But, my stupid brain-hand coordination starts another stuff. I'm holding my own hand, the right one, thinking about what was happening at the first meeting.
He shook my hand.
He smiled.
I looked up.
Our eyes were locked for 2 seconds (I'm still not sure how long)
I looked away.
He was still smiling shyly. He was rubbing the back of his head.
Awkward moments make boys do that. One of my theories that also accurate on girls.
Do I feel lonely?
Yes. I'm the only child, duh.
Do I feel lonely?
No. Netflix and other stuffs are here.
Do I feel lonely?
No. I'm independent kid since ol' days.
Do I feel lonely?
No. No more reasons and excuses.
Do I feel lonely?
No answer.
Do I feel lonely?
Silent hill.
Do I feel lonely?
Breath out.
DO I FEEL LONELY?
YES. I'm lonely.
Ergh. There's no more excuses that I can make.
Now I know why that day I felt something. The answer is because I feel lonely, both, inside and outside.
I need someone to fill the space in my heart. Also, I need someone to watch Netflix with. Have cuddle buddy, who is also my boyfriend. Dreamy Day.
"Rita, we're out, okay? No boys allowed. Except the pizza delivery guy and Chinese Food guy. Only until the front door," my mom yells out.
Door bang. They're out and I think I won't hurt anyone if I do a meet up with my squad.
Let's take this mind away from 'Nate' guy. Spaghetti, hot dogs, sausages, corn dogs, fruits are more important than 'Nate'.
I don't even have any ideas why I put '..' when I say his name, well write his name. Okay, disconnect my brain's wire to the 'Nate' server.
Disconnected.
I'm calling my squad. I'm out.
Hey, guys! Every chapter is not that long. But, I'm still trying to put the long part at the right time. These beginning chapters are more like filler chapters. But, still important tho.
I'll update soon, baes.
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Nate.
Teen FictionThis Nate made me feel every existed feeling in this world. In a good way also bad way. Most of them bad.
