The Story of Us

twenty six

"Hurry up," I groaned at Yana who was taking her time dressing up. Thailand was waiting for us. I was excited going around and eat their food and enjoy the hot December. It's been a while since I came to Asia that's why I was used with the cold air. I wore high waisted jean shorts and a white crop top that exposed my flat tummy. I looked damn good.

"Pose for me El," her phone was ready and I did a seductive pose and she smiled.

"Okay, you're not wearing that," Yana said as she put on her denim pedal pusher. She was sexy but I never saw her wear anything revealing in public but I didn't care as long as I only get to see her naked.

"I thought you liked them since you took a photo of me. I want to wear these though," I pouted trying to convince her. She fold her arms and frowned, "wear something else."

"No," I sassed.

She grinned after she thought for a moment. This isn't good.

"If you don't change El," she twirled a strand of my hair seductively. She leaned in and whispered, "you're not touching me the tonight."

"That's not fair," I groaned as I quickly stripped off my outfit and rummage my luggage.

She laughed as she buttoned up her white blouse.

"What do you want me to wear? My long skirt attire in school?" I groaned, feeling upset Yana won't let me touch her if I don't wear something else.

"Yeah sure," she replied, amused at my ordeal.

"Will a sundress do fine?" I question

"If you want others to look at your sexy legs other than me, then go ahead," she sighed.

What is this. It seemed like a trick question.

Groaning I put on jeans and a shirt. "Happy?"

She grinned happily and kissed me, putting a cap similar to hers on my head. Well I guess, I have to slay in my outfit.

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"That looks so spicy," I stare at the red soup placed on our table. It smelled good but I wonder about the taste. I'll probably cry eating this.

"What do you call this?" I question, dipping my tongue on my soup filled spoon. That burns.

"It's tom yum," she said and sipping the soup easily.

"What? Thom Yam?" I say in weird accent. She corrected me but I didn't bother, my throat burns from the spice. I literally cried trying the soup but it was delicous. I had to drink water every time I put the spoon in my mouth. Yana took out her phone and captured my photo again.

"How many times do you have to take a photo of me?" I question fanning my tongue. "As many as I can," she replied. "Where's your necklace?"

I probably left it in the bathroom a while ago and forgot about it. Her smile disappeared when I told her about it and she was quiet the whole time.

Pulling her arm as we paid for our meal she shrugged. Was she mad? I mean, I love the necklace but I forgot to take it.

"Yana, I'll go back to the hotel and get it," I comment but she shake her head and fake a smile, "it's okay."

Well damn, she's pissed.

We roamed around the city of Bangkok the whole day, from it's tallest hotel which we could oversea the city and to the Grand Palace which displayed stunning temples across its ground.

She took photos of me but her usual smile wasn't on her face.

Pulling her to the side I caress her face, "I'm sorry I forgot the necklace."