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Sunday, August 31, 2008
{- -} Chapter 1 » Denise's Place * ![]() ![]() "Mimi! look at that guy over there!" Casey nudged me alarmingly. In an approximately 100 meter distance away from us, there was a guy, smiling innocently to Casey and oh, he was a blondie. Casey's type of guy. Oh god, he's totally checking her out. "I think he's staring at your boobies. Quit exposing them already." i teased. "He is so adorable!" exclaimed Casey and her face was turning red already. Oh no. Anytime now, Casey is going to make her way to that bastard. I've got to stop her! But how!? "C'mon, minnie. do something.. think!" those words keep repeating in my head but i dont seem to be doing anything. "Maybe i shall talk to him for a while, call you later babe! " she said enthusiastically while checking her reflection on her iPhone. Too late. She was skipping happily toward the guy. And after an hour, she's nowhere to be seen. She was, duh, bullshitting. Argh, i should have known, her own definition of the word 'awhile' must have meant, taking up the whole night and leaving her best friend (me) at this stupid party. I cant believe she would just dump me like this! Oh, if i do see her with some guy, i'd.... "MIMI! are you even listening to me!?" Renee asked, irritated. Omg, i've totally forgotten that i was trying to stop Renee from escaping tonight. I snapped into reality. "Huh, what?" i said, having no clue of what she was talking about. "You know Mimi, you should stop acting like that around people." "Acting like what?" i asked ridiculously. "Staring into space. talking to yourself. what the hell is wrong with you? i'm impressed that you do still have friends like me ya know." said Renee simply. Fuck, was that an insult? What is wrong with talking to myself anyway. Okay, i admit, i often talk to myself whenever i'm thinking about something or when i'm bored. You cant blame me for doing that because it's in my genes. It has passed down from my generation. My great ancestors used to do that. My grandmother used to do that 'til my grandfather had to divorce her. Well, almost. My mum does that. So i don't see any problem with me doing that. Gosh. And, normally, if this habit i have, happens in front of my brothers, they would pinch me on the cheeks to wake me up. And then you'll have me pulling their hair and running around the house. Look how fun my family can get sometimes? (: "Renee.. if you really want to go, then you go. i'll find some other people here." i replied softly. "I bet you don't even know anyone here." Renee teased jokingly. We both giggled. "Well, yeah! i'll prove to you, i still can survive tonight without your presence!" i protested. "Alright, tell me all about it in school then." she winked at me and handed me a charm bracelet. "Here, have this. i got it for you last summer." she smiled at me and gave me a hug. "Thank you. this is so cute!" i gave her a friendly kiss on the cheeks and then said our goodbyes. Then, she unwillingly walked toward the front door and there i was, standing in the middle of a bunch of people i didn't even know. I was so lost. I was freaking lost in Denise's house! I observed those people dancing, throwing vases, doing all kinds of stuffs. But, i wasn't doing anything. Argh, i should start talking to someone before they think i'm some sore loser standing on the same spot for more than 392 seconds already. Okay, why is that guy walking toward me. ![]() ♥ 3:07 PM |