Forgetting you is the Hardest Part

Chapter Two: Cupcake

"Oi, are you listening to me?" I heard my mom say.

Crap, I talk to myself, AND not listening to people who are talking to me. Jinri, you big idiot.

"Uh… what did you say again?" I said, giving her a confused look.

She heaved a sigh. Well, sorry mom. It's not my fault that I talk to myself. I got it from your genes.

"I said…" she cleared her throat. Wow, where did she learn those effects? Psh. "There's a new neighbour right next door. The nephew of the owner of the house's coming here to give us a welcoming gift." She said, while preparing the table.

I walked to the couch and put my things there.

"Welcoming gift? Seriously? They're the ones who just moved but they're the ones who's giving us a gift? Seriously, mom?"

"Yes, seriously. Now, get dressed before he gets here. I heard he's hot." She giggled, while looking at me playfully.

Wow. This mother that I have, seriously. Sometimes I think she's more of a party-head than I am.

I shook my head at my mother disapprovingly, and started to go up my room.

My room is full of posters of different clothing designs, some are even my designs. But the most designs that I posted up my room were dresses from P Couture. I dream to be a part of that company. I dream to design one of the BEST dresses in the world. Talk about major fame there. But the main reason why I want this job, is because it's my passion. My love. My talent. My life. Not because of fame, fortune, money, or whatsoever you may think it be.

I started to get dressed. I wore a black sleeveless shirt, an oversized leopard printed jacket, short shorts, and flip flops. I didn't really try to make myself look pretty, since I'll never be pretty. -_-

I let my hair flow. I had short, healthy hair. I cut my hair very short in 6th Grade because I… well… suffered from depression. I tried to be perfect, just for my classmates. They said I'll never be pretty. They said I should stop trying, because I'll never be like them. Krystal, Jessica, and Yuri were Queenkas at school, and I'd often be compared to them. Even though they're my best friends, and even though I love them so much and treat them like my real sisters, I can't deny the fact that they looked like they've been slapped 5 times with 50 pounds of makeup. They wear them TOO much. But they're pretty with it. They deserve the love and fame that they're getting. They say I shouldn't try. I'm not even giving a damn about lifting a blush on and applying it on my face. I won't be pretty, so I decided to be handsome, hence cutting my hair. Many girls mistaken me for being Lee Taemin's little sister. That Tae dude is a Kingka, and a big known player in our school. Ugh, such a jerk. He's not even half as handsome as… uhhh… what was his name again? Chan… Chan… Chan… s… ung? Err…. Chan… hyuk? I was sure it started with Chan…

Chan…

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YEOL!

Yes! Chanyeol!

I decided to go down, before he comes. I wonder who it'll be. My mom said Mrs. Soonmi's nephew will come any minute from now.

I turned on the TV, changed it to Channel M, and luckily, Dating Agency was showing. KYAAAA~ Sooyoung unnieeee~ <3

I will forever be Sone, yes. I don't really care about the boy bands, though. I don't want to fall in love with people who don't even know my existence. How can I know that they'll take care of me, when I barely know them, and they barely know me? Yes, I'm young, but it doesn't always mean that when you're young, you need to be naïve and innocent about love. My cousin's been a bad victim of bad love. Her parents divorced, because her mother caught her father with another woman. She suffered for the rest of her life, resulting to her suicide. I miss her so much…