I rang the doorbell for the third time. It's getting really cold here. Guess I deserved it for not bringing an umbrella with me. Now, here I am. Standing at the corridor outside her house soaking wet.
The door opened and I saw her looking at me. She eyed me from up to down, examining me.
"You're wet," she said. I forced a smile.
She made me took off my shoes before letting me in.
"Put it there," she said while pointing to the shoe rack to my right.
I followed her. As I entered the living room, I saw her talking to a man, could be in his 50s. Not sure about the exact age though because I had the feeling that the man was actually older than he looked. He was sitting on a cream coloured armchair as she stood beside him. Both of them looked towards me, noticing that I was there.
"Hi," I said nervously.
"Dad, this is my friend," she said.
"Nice to meet you," he said. He turned to her and said, "Why don't you ask your friend to take a shower first. He can wear Daniel's clothes for the time being."
She nodded and left the room. I smiled at her dad. He smiled back.
A few minutes later, she came and handed me a towel. She lead me towards a bedroom, presumed to be Daniel's bedroom as it looked like a guy's bedroom. But then again, it could be hers too as she was not really what you call an average girl. But then again, even the most tomboyish girl would not paint her room blue.
"Just leave your clothes on the floor. I'll get them later," she said.
I smiled at her. She looked at me suspiciously.
"Go take a shower," she said and left.
In the bathroom, I studied the shelf. There were two different shampoo bottles, one big conditioner bottle specifically for frizzy hair (hers obviously), liquid facial cleanser for men, a facial bar cleanser (must be hers), two pots of cream (hers), two toothbrushes, one tube of toothpaste, moisturiser, shower gels and a razor.
As I showered, I heard a knock on the door.
"Dude, just want to say that your clothes are on the bed."
It was her.
"Okay," I replied.
I got out after that and saw some neatly folded clothes on the bed. I put them on. They fit perfectly.
I got out of Daniel's room after that. She went up to me and said, "Not bad."
"Where's your dad?" I asked.
"In the bathroom," she replied as she sat on the sofa. She asked me to sit with her. I did.
"You're lucky that my dad's here," she said. "Because if I'm alone, you'd be stuck outside shivering and getting a really bad cold," she added.
"By the way, I told you not to get yourself in trouble with him," she scolded me.
She took out a first aid kit and took out some cotton wools and an antiseptic cream. She proceeded to wipe the cream on the cut on my lips. And then, she wiped the grazes on my elbow with another cotton wool.
Then, she got up and made her way to the kitchen and came back with an ice pack. She gave it to me and said, "This should... you know... relieve that black eye thing, whatever it is."
I press the ice pack gently at my black eye. It felt soothing.
"You should've seen yourself earlier. You looked like a total mess," she said.
"I had to explain to my dad what happened to you and why you're here the first place," she added. And then, she went on about how she explained to her dad that I got into a fight with Jason because he kept harassing her. She told me that her dad was okay with me, it was just that I was soaking wet with a black eye and a cut on my lip.
"You don't really have to do that," she said. Her voice was soft this time instead of the usual snarky, monotone, straight to the point voice that she always have.
I looked at her. She stared down to the floor. "But, I want to do it. I just can't stand seeing you worrying about every little things. I mean, it's bad enough that you have anxiety problems," I replied.
She flashed her usual sarcastic smile that she always did whenever she felt like punching someone for making a lame joke at her. I could see her cringing behind that smile. It was weird that I was so intrigued at this girl who basically only a girl physically and anatomically. Personality-wise? Err... she was not really a tomboy or a girly girl. She was just a weird person. If it was not for her curves and long hair, I would have been confused figuring out her gender. She was so weird that I think even weird people would find her weird.
She shoved me. I giggled. I saw her smiling, as in a happy kind of smile. Not that I never see her smile before. I saw her smile all the time, it was just that it was different this time. The bad part was that her hair was covering it as she turned away.
I placed the part of the hair that was covering her face behind her ear. She was still smiling, only this time I saw her cheek was slightly rosy. She was blushing!
"You look really pretty when you smile. As in, really smile," I said.
She lowered her head.
"You don't have to be shy. It's just me," I said.
She slowly lifted her head and I saw still smiling (and blushing). We stared into each other for a while. Our heads moved closer and closer towards each other.
To be continued... (I hope)
This is actually some sort of an experiment that I'm going through right now. I don't really have a plot worked out yet but as you can see from this story, a guy got into a fight and got beaten up really bad because he was defending his friend. This idea basically just came in my mind and I began typing this and ultimately I decided to call this 'the middle part' be cause this story is actually a middle part of something that I hope will materialise.
If you guys have any idea on how the beginning or the ending should be, feel free to comment aite ;)
Tuesday 20 November 2012
Blogthings relapse
After spending months at Blogthings rehab, I'm finally free to post more Blogthings :D
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 You are definitely not a hipster, but you are often on the cutting edge of trends. You are proud of your taste. You like what you like, and you never try to show off how obscure or ironic you are. You are into good food, good music, and good fashion. You are well known for your discoveries. You don't mind if the things you love eventually become mainstream. You may be hip, but you don't have a complex about it! |
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