Entangled Strings (Under-revision)

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Is this real? Will it be true? Am I hallucinating? Am I daydreaming foolishly? Am I pondering the crab's mentality?

"Daren?" Did he mean, Reagan? Is his real name by any chance, Daren?

"Ah—" he paused as if he assimilated something, "I almost forgot! We did not publicize our whole names on social media, therefore, you probably know me as Lucius. My real name is Lucius Palisade, which you probably know by now. I didn't care when we chose our stage names. Please to meet you." He continued while astonishment is still enveloping my wholeness, my identity.

"Pardon my disrespectfulness, I'm Noriene Feliciano, but I prefer to be called either as Nory or by my surname," I replied.

Being used with others addressing me with my last name is not that odd if you've been there a couple of periods. It's nothing that special, you see? Plus, I really like its sound.

"I know you already. We were honestly expecting you to come. But what I did not expect  is you to like being called by your family name. That's kind of weird for a fetish, you know? By the way, you can call me however you like." He touched upon with an ample of smile. Does he not grow tireness out of non-stop lip rising?

"Well, I don't know that myself, and also, thanks for welcoming me."

'In a nicer way though,' I whispered, then smiled sheepishly not wanting to sound accusing.

"Why, welcome. It is an honor to serve a fan." He winked cutely. I'm glad that he did not notice it, and come to think of it, they were well informed by my mother about me being a fan girl.

My heart raced for I did not expect him to know and do that. My face heated up as I supposed to be pulled up to the plains of thine own ecstasy.

He chuckled, "Hey, don't be flustered with just that." Then patted my head. I felt all my blood flow to my face in an instant.

"I've warned you, you might have a heart attack if I did more than what you have witnessed. Come on, Riene. I'll take you to your room."

"Riene?" Bowled over with what he called me, but then just nodded with a slight shrug.

We stopped at a white, 2-story building, but only up to the middle of the walls the other half is made out of flat cement, painted with a palette of dull gray and dreary blue. I'm not good with architetural designs, but it looked amazing.

However, I thought that it was a dormitory, regarding my mom's words. "How come, it's this huge?" I asserted to myself as I wander my eyes upon its beauty.

Lucius opened the timber-framed, and paneled door without even knocking. "Daren's cousin is a stock-holder of the school."

A hallway welcomed us towards a fully-furnished, tremendous-looking lounge, complete with a set of traditional loveseat sofas, a mini coffee table, a television bundle, various picture frames with famous arts like that of Café Terrace at Night, plus several flower vases.

One of the vases caught my attention as it encompasses a bounce of beautifully arranged Gypsophilia or commonly known as Baby's Breath, my personal favorite among all blossoms.

My hand flew on its own and placed itself on the soft petals of the said flower.

"You can have that in your room if you'd like." Lucius' voice was heard and felt behind my ear making me shiver in subtle delight.

"I'd love to, but it would be much of a hassle if I do so." I only smiled faintly as he walks towards the staircase without enticing the aisle along the path that I reckon to be the kitchen.