He slumped around in his room. After the holidays, he realised he missed her an awful lot. Still, he had enough grey matter left between his ears to realise that he needed to throw those thoughts to the wind; The last thing he wanted was his new, scary econs teacher from the depths of the netherworld shoving drop forms down his throat. The stress had thrown him off studying even more, the pressure of the A levels didn't help to ease the matter, and his constant dozing off and daydreaming at the most inappropriate times during class. It had been a while since he had spoken to her. He wondered if she felt the same.
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She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, letting her thoughts swim around after a tiring day at school. The work seemed to be like a flowing river. Everytime she finished a bit, more seemed to spring out from the rear end. She sighed. She would need to haul her ass off the soft, comfy bed in a while. And then, out of nowhere, he floated into her mind. It had been a while since they last spoke. For the most part, they were only communicating on and off, and just when it seemed they were getting closer, something would happily come along and pull them apart. From his constant going overseas during the holidays to her newly-acquired commitments to the cathedral, she wondered if they were ever going to form any sembelence of closeness to each other. She was never really sure if he liked her, so she was afraid of reciprocating what could be imaginary feelings. She stared at the phone on the table beside her bed. How stationary it felt.
Then it rang.
She scrambled to pick it up, almost fumbling it to the floor on the way.
It was her CCA leader.
As disappointed as she was, she was also happy in a way. Glad that she didn't have to worry about what to say or reply back. Glad that she didn't have a stumbling block in her way just yet.
Frustrated yet relieved, she closed her eyes and floated off into a land far, far, away, where the improbable could happen.
--
Hours later, in the wee hours of the morning she woke up. And she trembled when she saw the display on her phone. How could it not have woken her up?
"1 missed call"
It was his number. She threw her entire self back onto the bed. To call or message him now would surely be too late. He would probably wake up from a good sleep and be mad at her. As she settled down to do her geography assignments, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making excuses not to talk to him.Even if she did miss him.
--
He was puzzled. Vexed, even. Nobody sleeps that early at night. Not even him. Why was she ignoring him?
"I can take a signal," he whispered to nobody in particular. From that moment on, he told himself, he would never think about her again. After all, as he had learnt studying Twelfth Night, the worst type of love is unrequited love. Though he knew he would betray himself in due time.
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There, I guess I've fulfilled my cheesiness value for the day. Pretty much stoned out from school now, so I shall share with everyone the new maths equation I discovered over the weekend :
Carl's Jr. for lunch = Skip dinner!
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She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, letting her thoughts swim around after a tiring day at school. The work seemed to be like a flowing river. Everytime she finished a bit, more seemed to spring out from the rear end. She sighed. She would need to haul her ass off the soft, comfy bed in a while. And then, out of nowhere, he floated into her mind. It had been a while since they last spoke. For the most part, they were only communicating on and off, and just when it seemed they were getting closer, something would happily come along and pull them apart. From his constant going overseas during the holidays to her newly-acquired commitments to the cathedral, she wondered if they were ever going to form any sembelence of closeness to each other. She was never really sure if he liked her, so she was afraid of reciprocating what could be imaginary feelings. She stared at the phone on the table beside her bed. How stationary it felt.
Then it rang.
She scrambled to pick it up, almost fumbling it to the floor on the way.
It was her CCA leader.
As disappointed as she was, she was also happy in a way. Glad that she didn't have to worry about what to say or reply back. Glad that she didn't have a stumbling block in her way just yet.
Frustrated yet relieved, she closed her eyes and floated off into a land far, far, away, where the improbable could happen.
--
Hours later, in the wee hours of the morning she woke up. And she trembled when she saw the display on her phone. How could it not have woken her up?
"1 missed call"
It was his number. She threw her entire self back onto the bed. To call or message him now would surely be too late. He would probably wake up from a good sleep and be mad at her. As she settled down to do her geography assignments, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making excuses not to talk to him.Even if she did miss him.
--
He was puzzled. Vexed, even. Nobody sleeps that early at night. Not even him. Why was she ignoring him?
"I can take a signal," he whispered to nobody in particular. From that moment on, he told himself, he would never think about her again. After all, as he had learnt studying Twelfth Night, the worst type of love is unrequited love. Though he knew he would betray himself in due time.
---
There, I guess I've fulfilled my cheesiness value for the day. Pretty much stoned out from school now, so I shall share with everyone the new maths equation I discovered over the weekend :
Carl's Jr. for lunch = Skip dinner!
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