I looked at Nicholas face as I introduced him to Alvin as my new boo. His eyes widened, then his eyebrows were lowered and pulled closer together, causing vertical wrinkles to appear between them. He narrowed his eyes at Alvin and tightened his lips. Alvin held out his hand, a defined wrinkle runs from the sides of his nose to the corner of his mouth. Nicholas reluctantly brought out his hand to meet with Alvin's. He clutched Alvin's palm in his hands and squeezed it tightly, faking a smile. Alvin reciprocated his action. The boys shook hands for longer time, showing each other's strength and stared awkwardly at each other.
"Babe, let's go" I said to Alvin.
Alvin let go of Nicholas' hand in his grip and put his arm around my waist as we walked away, closely together.
"Babe?? What's going on?" Alvin whispered in my ears.
"No... I don't want another date" I cried out."come on babe, it was only one bad date, there's no guarantee it will happen again" Amie said.I scowled at her "Just one? Just one you say? This is the fifth one Amie. I'm done". I grunted."Well... You know what they say... Six is a lucky number" she made googly eyes at me."Oh please don't talk me into this. I said I'm done. Read my lips Amie D-o-n-e!" I frowned with my arms folded."What exactly did he do? I thought Mr perfect was a great match for you" Gina said."Well, you see... Mr perfect girlfriend showed up and embarrassed me. Can you imagine? After a romantic dinner with him, with candle lights and his charming eyes gazing upon my lips, I couldn't help with the sweet
I stood at the entrance of the bar trying to spot him. Oh goodness! Where could he be? I glimpsed at my phone for the millionth time zooming in his photo. Ah! I think he's running late. I should call him, I said thoughtfully. I scrolled through my contact to dial his number. I could hear a phone ringing in the bar. A short muscular guy with a squared shaped head and plumpy dark lips picked up the phone on the table and was moving towards my direction to answer it. Oh no no no.. This shouldn't be him. I closed my eyes tightly and zipped my lips, quivering when he walked passed me"Hello, yes. I'm right outside".Phew! What a relief. I sighed wiping sweat off my forehead as the guy I was calling did not answer the phone. Boy.. Am I so glad that wasn't him."Hey!!! Emily!!! Over here" A voice echoed loudly."Emily, Emily
"Oh! Interesting. So that was how you met Jason, I see... tell me how you ride in your relationship with Jason" said the female detective.I began to cry "I.. I didn't do it I swear. I.. I.. did not mean for for it to to ha-happen th-this way." I stammered."Here, blow on this" the male detective offered me an handkerchief."You crying makes it hard for us to understand your words. Take a deep breath and hey, I have an idea. Why don't you tell me the happy memories you remember of him. Like how it started. I know that would surely be milk and honey for you girls. Huh?" the detective said nicely."Okay.. If you want to hear it" I blew my nose. "...Our relationship wasn't milk and honey as you call it. We didn't go into a relationship when we first met. After the day I met him at the bar, he gave me a call and met
I stood on weak knees, forcing myself to my feet despite the fear overwhelming me. I felt guilt as a mix of sorrow, anxiety, shame, and an intense desire to make amends. Unfortunately, language is very limiting at times in communicating what we feel and perceive. I stood still, lips apart but words did not let out as my throat ran dry. "Hey Sandra, meet Emily. She would be your room mate too" Amie gave a radiant smile."Hi Emily, Nice to see you" she smirked as she brought out her hands to shake mine.I stood still puzzled. What is Sandra doing here? How did she... My mind was baffled."Shake hands with the nice girl Emily" Amie said through her teeth."Oh, pardon me, Nice to see you too Sandra" I shook hands."So... Whice of these bed is mine?" Sandra asked."Ooh, that one. Next to Mine" Amie pointed at Gina's bed.
I wrestled with my laced cocktail gown entangled in the shrub. I was too impatient and distraught with anxiety, I pulled my dress forcefully from the shrub and it ripped off, letting out a loud cry. "Damn you, Stupid plant!" I cursed angrily. I held my dress in a fancy way to cover the hole the stupid shrub caused, then I cat walked and flipped my hair to the side, trying to mask embarrassment. The guys there watched me with their mouth open. I arched my back, chin up with tummy tucked in... looking all bold and confident, I plastered a cute smile on my face; a smile I had rehearsed in the mirror and I was damn sure I looked absolutely gorgeous. I got to where Jason was standing. He seemed pretty upset."Hey Jay, why the long face?" I traced my finger up his chin. He seized the movement of my hand on his face "Let's go Emily".His deep gloomy voice tells it all. Something is wrong and I need to find ou
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh OMG Emily! How did it happen?" Amie screamed in excitement."I don't know how it happened though. It was just like magic, the way he kissed me and told me he loves me.... looking straight into my eyes... Ahhhhhh! I can't believe it either"I bounced on my bed, arms spread apart on the sheet with a glamorous smile."How was it like? Did he use his tongue" Sandra was curious."Yeah, tell us everything Emily. How was it? Did you French?" Amie drew closer in excitement.Sandra rolled her eyes "C'mon Amie. It's just one normal kiss. We kiss everyday right? Nothing so special about it".Urgh! Sandra is such a mood killer, I thought."C'mon Sandra, At least hear what I have to say. Y
Jason opened the door and after few seconds, he turned to me"See... It was just the deliver guy. Can we eat now?" he slammed the door holding a box of pizza in his hand.I gasped holding my chest "Ahh, I almost had an heart attack babe. Please let's go in, with all the anxiety, I can consume all of it" I crossed my finger over my forehead to wipe my sweat."Nah babe, it's for the both of us to eat okay?" he cautioned."hope it's the jumbo size?" I asked.We chatted indistinctly as we entered his bedroom."Urgh! This dress is so tight, it's restricting me from eating well" I complained, masticating on a slice of pizza."Then take it off" he said with his mouth full."Wha.. " I opened my mouth, amazed as my eyes widened."Naughty girl, I don't mean wh
(Song playing in the background;)_Kranium- Nobody has to knowWe sat at the dinning table, having dinner. We weren't speaking, just making eye contact with eachother as we chewed on our food.He was sitting right in front of me, his eyes lingered on my exposed skin, along my collar bone, then his eyes stayed longer on my lips. I let out a soft smile, covering my mouth with my hand as I masticated behind my palm. Not only is he focused on my mouth, but he’s subconsciously doing things with his own, licking and biting his lips more than normal.Then he was shifting and antsy because of his desire to skip all the pretense and go for what he wants; Me. He keeps having to hold himself back from pouncing. The discomfort he might be feeling is a very literal, physical sense. His hands were fidgeting like crazy, playing with the spoon in his hand.