I’m Hazelline Charlotte Santiago, bestfriend of the most annoying boy in the world, Drake Trevor Salcedo. 19 years of age. Same as with my bestfriend. We share the same birthday, which is August 14, 1995. We share the same fave color, BLUE <3. We share the same neighborhood also; our houses are just a step away from another. We’ve been buddies since we’re in Grade 6. Now I’m taking Computer Science which we also share the same too. We’re currently in 4th semester now; graduating already. And it’s a real pressure. We’re alike in almost all the things. We think the same way, laugh the same, talk the same, and walk the same. We’re like twins. Sister and brother. Mother and father. Chocolate and strawberry. Shampoo and conditioner. We we’re always partners. Science lab, computer lab, seatmates, groupmates. All of our lives, we almost lived with each other. We’re often mistaken as lovers ‘cause we really look like one even though we’re not. He always pick me up from my house (yeah, not much effort cause it’s just a step away) and drags me out when we’re getting late. Our families bond well too. Close enough that we always look like having a reunion whenever we eat together at a resto. I’ve always had that little crush on him since we knew each other, but then I came to know him, it diminished right away.
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“ Hazeeellllll! Come on! It’s already 6:45! Get the hell out of your room!”
“I know! Shut up you mutt! I’m still dressing up!”
*BOOGSH*
The door banged open and Drake walked angrily towards me.
“WHAT THE!?!!?!!!!”
“The hell Hazel! You’re putting us into trouble again! I’ll help you get dressed already”
“Hey you! Get the hell out of here! Waaah!!! Rapeee!! Aaahhhhhhhh!!!”
“ The fuq Zel, I’m not gonna even have any interest in you!”
He got my skirt and zipped it at my side (I’m wearing shorts). He picked up my backpack and necktie and ran downstairs. “Come on Zel!” He yelled out.
“Coming! I’m just putting my shoes on.” I hopped as I wear my shoes and kissed mom goodbye.
Drake called a tricycle and pushed me inside.
“My god Zel we’re late again!”
“It’s not my fault that you made me stay up late!”
“I told you to log off already didn’t I?!”
“I said that you log off first!”
“Tss. Okay stop the nonsense quarreling. I’m still sleepy. I need to rest.”
This is the only thing I like most about him. That he always ends the fight and let me win. (HA HA HA) He slept on my shoulder on the way to school. And for pete’s sake, his saliva is flowing out of his mouth again. Wth.
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