Sometimes when I close my eyes, I pretend I am alright but it's never enough.
-Jason Walker, Echo.
C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N
Isn't Lindt a chocolate?
I just stared at him. His warm brown eyes carried a twinkle in them - an unexplainable twinkle - the kind of twinkle that made your toes curl and make unicorns run a ralley in that pit of your stomach.
"Oh. Let's walk then." I said finally breaking out of my trance.
"Let me respell it for you. It's raining. R-A-I-N-I-N-G." He looked at me exasperatingly.
"Yeah, I heard you the first time." I replied with the same exasperation.
"So you don't walk when rain is pouring all over you, Rainbow."
He was annoying me right now.
I am not kidding.
"You do." I answered.
"But-"
Before he could say anything else, I grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.
The rain was pretty heavy. I mean it, which also means that we were both drenching in cold right now.
"Ugh, I am gonna get all wet now." He grunted.
I laughed as I left his hand.
His face showed a perplexed expression after finally realization dawned in he said, "W-what? Me? Wet? No.."
"I never knew the attraction was so bad, Mr-I-have-a-dick-but-i-can-get-all-wet-for-you." I teased him furthermore.
He just grumbled and gave me a little push so that we were walking together.
"So you wanna complete our game?" I asked after a long pause.
"What game, Rainbow?" He asked quizzically.
"20 questions. Lindt's party? Remember?"
"Lindt? Seriously? Ain't that a chocolate?"
There goes the next question.
"Yes, it is. A tasty one, for that matter. Oh my God! I love chocolates. Will you buy me a chocolate? Please please please." I pleaded.
He just groaned. "Where's the raincoat again?" He muttered to himself.
"Whatever, Grumpy. Let's just walk. I won't utter a word." I snapped.
Silent treatments always work, don't they?
We passed two streets. We were walking for three minutes forty-seven seconds now. RJ was walking with his hands in his jacket pockets. I kept on stealing glances at him and damn boy- he looked great. The rain did something to his hair so that they were falling on his eyes. His olive skin looked pale and beautiful.
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The Boyfriend Hunt
HumorAnd like a gentle caress when my name rolled off his tongue, I swear I've never felt sick before, but with him there, it was so, so hard to breathe. He burned me like the cigar he was smoking while I was drowning with the stars embedded in the unive...
