One in A Million (republished)

ׂׂૢ two

ೃ⁀➷ The Visitor

"Yo, Mika. I'm here to marry you." he said, a smile plastered on his face.

I look at him from head to toe. He's still wearing his black sunglasses with his white hair down, he looks exactly the same as if he never aged. While I look more like a disaster now...

"I'm not yet late for your birthday, right? I mean, there's still more time before 12."

Wait, could it be that I'm still dreaming? Is this still a part of my dream? Am I not yet awake? What should I—

"Oi, at least say something!" he said. "That was a cool line 'ya know? You should be squealing or blushing like a high school girl now."

I look at him in disbelief. No, there's no way this is a dream. It's real, he's real and he's right here in front of me.

I grabbed my right slipper and threw it at him.

"Wha— hey!" he shouts in defense as the slipper came in contact with his arm. "Why did yo—"

"Why are you here?! Inside?!"

"What do you mean? I used the back door to ente—"

"Yeah but— Are you nuts?! My parents will kill you! My parents will kill us!" I whispered as I walk towards him, getting my slipper back and wearing it.

"It's alright. I'm the strongest."

I glared at him, this guy— Oh my god.

"Oh come on you need to chill! You on your period or what?" he teased, grinning.

"Shut up! We're not close!" I retorted.

His expression quickly changed from playful to someone who looks like a kid who got his lollipop stolen, "Why are you like that?"

"I'm always like this."

"Oh..." he replied, dumbfounded. "Well then, I'll go now. I just dropped by to inform you that I'm serious about making you my wife."

What he said made me whine, he's so damn stubborn what should I do with him.

"Again, I—"

"Wait wait." he shushed me before I could even finish my sentence, "You remember my name, right?"

"Yeah..." How could I forget if he's the one I always dream of? Pft.

A small yet warm smile crept his lip, "OMG Mika don't be like that. You're making me blush." he squealed and covered his face with both of his hands.

"Are you seriou—"

"Kidding. Okay back to what I was saying,"

I sighed in frustration. Now I've made my goal of kicking his ass for at least one time. Is it a habit of him to cut people when they're talking?

"I'll see you tomorrow, let's go out on a date."

I look at him as my eyes sparkle in excitement in the mention of 'go out' — okay they didn't literally sparkled of course but you know what I mean.

The excitement died in a flash, remembering that I'm not allowed to go outside. And him coming with me is not enough of an excuse.

"I'm—"

"And by the way—"

"Let me finish first!" I shushed him.

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry okay?" he put both of his hands in front of his chest like he's trying to defend himself.