How many times have I apologized? I know you're all tired of my apologies but I hope this update will relieve you of my shortcomings to you.
I've got so much to tell you all about my life (if y'all are interested) and just a summation of my life while I was gone: I finally experienced holding her hand and we're going to live under the same roof with our other classmates! oh my gosh, the feels!
About holding her hand, it happened when an earthquake hit the city. I already forgot when it happened but I think it was April 23? I don't know but yeah. She was the first one who felt it. We were at the hallway after our last class, answering the problems we didn't finish. It was funny because she thought that the new set of lockers were wobbling at first because she was leaning on it and told us about it but she thought that it was an earthquake with how the lockers were new and wouldn't wobble like that if it were.
We felt it the second time and the students from the nearby classroom went out with their bags and saying there was an earthquake. They started going down the stairs but we stayed in the hallway because we were still not finished with our activities and they were due in an hour. The moment I finished solving the problems I gave it to one of my groupmates and rested beside her on the lockers.
On the sidelines, one of my friends was already panicking as she watched more students going down the stairs. She kept telling me that we should already go downstairs while pulling my arms. It was an act on impulse with what I did next. I was so embarrassed thinking about it now but I dragged her with me too, hahahahaha *embarrassed*
The three of us had a grip of each other as we went down and do you know what I said first as we reached the first floor? I said, "let's get some hot chocolate after this," now that I'm thinking about it, i wish the floor ate me already. It just didn't end there because as we went outside the building, I noticed that my grasp on her wrist went on her hand. I didn't really know how it happened. I think it lasted about 3-4 mins, holding her hand, as we searched for the panicked girl because she disappeared on us after reaching the first floor. The nerve of that girl.
Well, enough with my life. I have some news for you guys because I think you'll be hearing from THE PROPHET soon. I'm already writing its first chapter so tune into that. I'm thinking about making it a little more serious than this book and I'm already reading some references about interdimensional thingy about how I can make it work.
Also, this book is nearing its first anniversary! I first published its Foreword to Chapter 3 on May 30, 2018! Happy anniversary, my loves! Thank you for the support you've been giving this work of mine. I so love all of you guys and for the 448k reads for this fanfic, thank you so much.
I hope you guys are still patient with me about writing these books and I wish you guys a good Wednesday.
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L I S A
"Here. Let me do that," Jennie said with a soft laugh. She reached for the wet tissue in my hand and wiped the flour and cream on my face.
We just finished the cookie dough and the mint chocolate chip and milk ice cream. The cookies were already inside the oven while the homemade ice creams were in the freezer and we were still here in the kitchen, cleaning the mess we've made.
If someone could see the situation of the kitchen right now, they would say some children made a mess. Us, being the kids they'll be pertaining to.
I reached for another wet tissue from the kitchen counter we're leaning our sides on. I then dabbed it around her face which was also covered with some flour and cream. I smiled as I wiped at the side of her lips with my eyes following every movement of the tissue.
Her lips curved into a small smile and I knew I was caught. I shifted my eyes into hers, playing ignorance at being caught, which made her giggle. I sheepishly laughed then kissed her forehead, her prize for being too cute for her own good. Psh. Who am I kidding? I just wanted to kiss her.
"Let's wash our arms. We have other things to do while waiting," she said with an excited smile then dragged me toward the sink. We washed our arms which were also covered with flour. Why are we covered with so much flour?
"What are we going to do?" I asked with excitement as I followed her lead, wiping out wet arms with a towel. "I'm going to tour you around our house with an emphasis on my favorite spots," she showed me her gummy smile and I couldn't help but to melt.
"Sounds great! Where do we start?" I asked giddily. Nothing excites me more than getting to know the love of my life.
We only know a little about each other. About our backgrounds, our interests, our lifestyle, and how we like things to be and I'm grateful that they invented the 'going-on-dates' thing so we could learn as many things about each other as possible.
She has learned more about me on our first date and this is my time to know more about her. "Let's start in the attic," she enthusiastically answered and held my hand. We walked up the stairs and toward the end of the hall, passing all of the bedrooms at this floor. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the family pictures hung on the walls. The pictures were hung in a manner that an artwork was in between these family pictures.
I have overlooked those pictures every time I come to her room. "Hey, are these your parents?" I asked softly, threading carefully as it was still a sore topic for her. She stopped her soft pace as we were just in our bare feet, walking on the carpeted floor.
We were in the middle of the hallway. She took a delicate look on a particular photo. From my view, I could see the forlorn look she was having. "I've never looked at these pictures for a long time now," she looked at me with a sad smile.
I squeezed her hand, "what happened?" I asked softly, not wanting to intrude in a rude way. I already knew what happened but I'm not going to tell her that. I just wanted to know if she has come to terms with it. If she had moved on from what happened.
It was a tragic event. Something that I would've never come out from if I were her. A moment has passed and she was just staring at the picture, "this was taken just before my parents died. It all happened on the same day." I knew she was preventing herself from crying.
I hushed her with a gentle hug. "You don't need to tell me if you aren't ready. Just know that I'm always here for you," I softly whispered while rubbing small circles on her back. I felt her slowly calmed herself so I pulled away and saw her nod a few times.
"You're okay now?" She answered with a small nod and I smiled to lighten the mood, "okay, now where's the attic?" I playfully asked which earned a giggle from her. There she is again, my sunshine.
"Come on," we made it to the end of the hall where a staircase led us up to a double door. "This is an attic?" I asked in bewilderment, "yes it is," she answered with a laugh. "Well, it doesn't look like one," I retorted, "just see for yourself," she smiled and opened the door for us.
What greeted me was a vast wooden-floored room, the smell of old books, walls and shelves that were filled with books, tables, chairs, couches, bean bags all over the place and several cushioned nooks that equals the number of big windows in the room.
"This is not an attic," I stated as I absorbed it all. I heard her chuckle beside me. "What is the definition of an attic again?" She raised an eyebrow at me which I copied and answered, "a room just below the roof of a house," I looked at her, "and where are we?" I rolled my eyes, "at the top floor of your house just below your roof."
She had a smirk on as I finished my answer. I rolled my eyes for the second time as I thought of my answers. I think Jennie has been spending so much time with my friends, so much that she learned how to make me feel dumb by myself.
I glared at her, "I'm not dumb," she chuckled at my statement. "I didn't say anything," she said in a singsong manner then walked ahead of me. "This is not an attic," I said the second time, "this is a library," I pushed further as I followed her around.
"A library in the attic," she said as she walked through the shelves with her fingers gliding on the edge of the shelf. I stopped at the end of the shelf and observed her featherlight movements. She was so carefree in this place. It is something I've never seen on her before. I want to see more of this Jennie more.
She stopped at the other end of the shelf and turned to look at me. We were approximately three meters apart if we use the length of the shelf as a reference. She was holding the edge of the shelf as she looked at me with that discreet of a playful smile then she moved.
I smiled and followed her. We were walking at both ends of the shelves and the only thing you could hear in the room was the sound of our soft footsteps and little giggles from us as we played this silent game of tag. As her playful stares tug at my heart at constant, the more carefree I was getting. Her movements were all smooth and blithe. She was like a firefly, luring you in with her beauty and caging you in with her captivating eyes. She was teasing me.
I sneaked into her as we were nearing the end of the room, cornering her at her side, earning a squeal from her. We giggled to ourselves as I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned her on the shelf. My heart feels light when I'm with her and seeing her so happy with me. Those cat eyes of hers that turns crescent when she giggles, her soft touches on my arm that send tingles down my spine. Everything is perfect with her, "God, I love you so damn much," I whispered to her as I leaned my forehead on hers.
She had the biggest smile on with her eyes closed as she played with the hairs on my nape. I pulled her away from the shelf, "let's dance," I said just above a whisper and softly swayed us toward the small space at the end of the room.
She opened her eyes slowly as I moved us around the place softly. She had that contented smile on her as we moved and I managed to swiftly twirl her several times which earned me some soft giggles. There was no music to accompany our movements but the sound of our hearts is enough to be the rhythm of our dance. This is the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. I want more of these moments.
We stopped with one last twirl and almost managed to arrive at the front of the library. I still had my arms wrapped around her as we tried to catch our breaths from our dance. I felt her rest her head on my right shoulder and that gave me the opportunity to kiss her head.
"You're a great dancer," I complimented her with a smile as she lifted her head. I looked into her eyes but something was different as I gazed upon them. Emotions flashed by so fast in her eyes, rendering me hopeless to tell them apart. Her eyes were becoming glossy with one thing I could finally tell, happiness. I could see the happiness in her eyes as her eye smile became visible and the decisiveness in it made me speechless.
Beyond that were the rollercoaster of emotions they gave me as there were still those emotions in her eyes that I can't read. I was still confused so I asked, "what?" I could just voice it out in a whisper as it feels like a crime to break the silence. A sincere smile broke free from her lips and my knees wobbled slightly.
I was startled when she stepped forward, pushing me backward. "Uhh, Jennie?" I cautiously asked as I noticed her smile turned into a smirk. What the hell is with her?
After a few steps backward, I felt something hard touching the back of my thigh. When I looked at it, I realized that she had pushed me toward a nook. I looked at her with a raised brow, her smirk was never leaving her lips and she raised one of her eyebrow at me, "sit," her velvety voice made me shiver and gulp.
I obliged and sat comfortably on the cushioned seat. I looked at her with a 'what-now' expression and god, that look on her triggered my pulse if my heart wasn't already pulsing up my throat. Her hands that were situated on my shoulders travelled down excruciatingly slow and if I wasn't sitting, I would probably be on my knees right now. Oh god, this sweet torture.
My breath hitched when I noticed that she already had one thigh straddling me and followed by the other while looking at me. Fuck, Jennie. Stop it!
"Jennie," I whimpered as she made herself comfortable on my lap. I supported her with my hands on her hips. Her hands travelled up from my chest with one hand going around my nape and the other went into tracing my jaw. It was so aesthetically pleasing the way she followed every movement of her fingers on my jaw.
My nails were already digging on her back as her teasing continues and my chest was already heaving because of my fast beating heart. "Fuck, Jennie. Enough with the teasing," I managed to get out as I looked at her, biting her luscious lip.
With a hum from her, her lips met mine in frenzy and I moaned as the wait is now over. Her hands cupped my jaw to keep me still as she ravished my lips slowly. There was something with the way her lips move as it eats my soul away with these foreign feelings she's giving off and it was slowly driving me crazy.
My heart never left my throat as I put her down beside me and hovered over her. Her thighs wrapped around my waist as I took control of our kiss. I pulled away to let her breathe as I kissed the outline of her jaw, earning me a soft gasp from her when I reached the bottom of her neck.
I left featherlight kisses on the outline of shoulder then back again with her neck. I heard her moan my name as I suck lightly on her collarbone. Lust was slowly taking over me but I was still keeping it in check. I don't want to hurt her.
I momentarily stopped to take a good look at her and saw her with her eyes closed while biting her soft lip. I raised my hand to cup her cheek and relieved her lip from her teeth with my thumb. I softly caressed her bottom lip as she slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes fluttered briefly and I finally could tell them apart. Lust, happiness, submission, and that foreign emotion that held me captive as she held my hand on her face. I smiled because I finally understood.
You're mine now, and she nodded.