A story about this enthusiastic yet somewhat mischievous girl and her newfound crush. Their meeting could only have been fate because they were tailor-made for each other. They didn't realise when, but them playing around changed to a bond that seem...
Eee, that voice never fails to make me all red and flustered.
"Andy!" I wasn't too jolly, was I? "How is it going buddy?"
Buddy... are you serious? GIRL YOU GET BUTTERFLIES WHENEVER HE'S MENTIONED!
"Er... I'm uhh... I'm fine."
"Okay..." I dragged on.
"Wanna hang out today?" He said eagerly.
"Actually, I can't. Kate and I travelled yesterday evening. We just arrived in Hawaii." I placidly said.
"What? Why, what happened?" Andrew asked, concern clear in his voice.
"Nothing really," I assured him. "We've been planning on going there two months ago, and well, Katelyn broke her arm and I thought it'd be better not to postpone the trip. You know, to change the edgy atmosphere." I explained.
I have no idea why, but I feel that that annoyed him. Maybe because we've been chilling out a lot lately though I still didn't tell him about it. Probably not, though.
"We're only staying for a few days we could-"
"In fact, I'm extremely busy lately. Just wanted to get my mind off of things." He interrupted me.
Oh.
Then all of a sudden, tension started to build up. The silence was so uncomfortable and I had nothing to say. I was just sitting there, picking threads off my clothes.
Finally, he broke the silence -alongside something in me- saying, "Have fun guys. Enjoy it while it lasts."
And he hung up.
A cold breeze of air howled inside of me, sending shivers through my spine and a frown to my face.
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3 days. 3 whole days without a phone call or even a text.
I don't know what's going on! Like, all I did was not tell him that we're going on a vacation. It's not THAT big of a deal. Plus I don't really have to tell him everything, do I? But... but... uhh I honestly don't know what to do. And it's making me so uneasy. So not myself.
I was stuffing my mouth with M&M'S when I felt something hit me in the head causing the bag of chocolate to fall off my hand and it's content to scatter everywhere on the sand. It was a beach ball, and guess who threw it? Yup, you got it right, my retarded friend.
"Why so gloomy?" Kate asked as she sat down beside me, accidentally hitting my arm. Keyword accidentally.
"I'm not gloomy," I said scowling. She took my bag, opened it and fumbled with all the junk food that I brought with me. I quickly snatched it from her and took out the Nutella jar along with a spoon. I turned, sat criss-cross and started stuffing the spoon into my mouth and humming pleasantly, enjoying the delicious taste of hazelnut. I'm an emotional eater; I suppose you've figured that out already. I turn to food for comfort, stress relief, or as a reward rather than to satisfy my hunger. When the urge to eat hits, it's all I can think about. And right this moment I was gaining weight because of something trifle and stupid. My usually unguarded expression was marred by the deep frown of meditation I now wore, my lips thinning out into a line.
