Invader (gxg)

24. The Frame: Aom's POV

Tart and I may have several compatibilities but were totally different when it comes to love. She may have had countless relationships while I had none, never wanted to until I found the right guy. Which up to now, as fortunate as I had always been, haven't found one, yet. Not that I was picky or something. Uh. Okay. Okay. Kind of. Settling into a relationship isn't a game for me. I didn't want to waste my time and energy dealing with crappy relationships and lousy boyfriends. I had the right to be picky.

But you couldn't blame me from the trauma. I've seen how painful and devastating it was being heartbroken. Tart is my good example. I was the one getting traumatic with her roller coaster kind of relationships. And whenever she's hurt, I got hurt too.

One thing I did not get was that as much as I have had learned a lot from her heartbreaks, not to mention my mother's deafening advice of not to trust my heart to anyone and not to fall in love so easily, this stupid girl never learned at all. Seriously.

It seemed that her brain had stopped working whenever her heart was floating on cloud nine—which won't even last long enough to be honest. Sometimes, no scratch that, a lot of times, I had an urge of smacking her head on the wall, the hardest wall possible, to bring her senses back, which was quite impossible because she would never listen. Simply hardheaded. Or maybe she had hearing problems. I'd lean towards to both. *sigh*

But on the positive side, she could easily move on, only if there's a new guy in line—of course who'd potentially break her heart. Again. I just hope someday someone will love her the way she is without any conditions, will love her wholeheartedly—not her money neither her face nor body. She deserves to be happy. I'd be the happiest best friend if that would happen—however, a miracle had to happen. And I had no idea when that would be.

"Tart, you should stop spending unnecessarily, you know?" I beamed like my usual self whenever I had to remind her of her big time spending illness.

"And you should stop spending for those bastards who only want your money. And don't let them use you. Just wake up already." I snarled at her for the countless times before drinking the happily saved glass of water—Tart's water. As much as I wanted to show my concerns to my best friend, my face would only project a somewhat bothered expression, more of a frustrated one.

"Here we go again, I know. I know." she said defensively, trying to escape the topic.

"Stop being careless." I yelled.

"Jeez. Calm down, girl. Here are your meds." She took out my favorite french macarons in different mouthwatering flavors from one of her expensive highly branded bags which instantly sparked delight into my eyes.

I hated her but loved her at the same time knowing exactly how to calm my nerves down—especially when I was about to yell at her. I hated myself too for loving sugar so much. I love sweets, crepes and pancakes with lots and lots of whipped cream on top are my favorites. These were the things I hated about myself.

Without any second thought, I grabbed one macaron and shoved it into my mouth before holding another two. My heart jumped ecstatically for joy. They're heavens!

"Look who's not careless here." She said before blazing her wide eyes at me, "Damn girl, chew well okay? Don't die in front of me." She poured more water on the glass we're now sharing.

"Exactly, it's your fault. Your carelessness is contagious!" I cried, and then chugged the water.

"Now putting the blame on me huh, when you were the one misbehaving in front of your boss?"

Embarrassment swarmed into me as my heart cringed after flashing back the incident this morning. It was indeed my fault.

"So what happened? How did you beat my clumsiness? Like big time?" She asked attentively as her eyes were flashing with excitement on my mishap.