Oh my gosh it's like so damn fast because school's gonna be reopen on Thursday. Sigh so fast!!!!
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Recap:
"No! It was in the past. My young times."
*
"Are you trying to imply that you knew Luke since young?"
"Yeah i guess i am."
"But how come you never tell me till now?"
"'Cause i didn't know. It was just when im with him, he has a familiar sense that triggered my mind which decided to give me bad headaches whenever im with him then small patches of flashbacks flashes through my mind."
"Oh my gosh this is getting no where."
"See my dilemma?"
"You should go ask Luke."
"I would if he would tell me."
"He will."
"How do you know? The first time he and my mom met, the faces were shocked till pale. They talked to each other like old neighbours. But when i get suspicious of it and asked, they just shrugged it off. How do i know what to do?"
"Anything else?"
"And they just said that because Luke's grandparents stayed opposite us. And yeah, flashbacks about the young boy and girl building sandcastles. Then there will always be a small part of my dad. Then there's a small pile of documents involved in the flashbacks then nothing else."
"Okay here's a plan. Find excuse to go through his stuff to find anything related to you."
"Ain't that obvious? I would get caught."
"No? Would you?"
"Im asking you the questions and you asked me back?!"
""Cause i don't know? Jeez you guys share the same dorm,woman!"
"Right. I'll give it a try then."
*
Here's a chance. I made sure Luke was bathing before i decided to rake his drawer.
There's nothing but an old sketch book. It won't kill if i take a look right?
No it won't. Silently replying to my own question.
There it is.
First page: a young boy fell down with scrapped knees and a young girl (me) held out a hand to him.
Second page: 'young version of me' offering a sandwich to the young boy.
Third page: there was a heart shape at the top right hand corner with 'BFF' written in it then the picture was young me sitting beside the young boy in the swing.
That's what appeared in my mind.
Fourth page: young me helping the young boy to build the sandcastles.
This appeared too.
Before i could turn the page, the book was immediately snatched away.
I looked up to meet the curious stare from a shirtless Luke with a refreshing scent.
"What are you doing with my things?"
"Searching for idea 'bout the project?" I lied.
"Is that true?"
"Yup." I gulped.
"You're lying." As he took a step towards me while i backed off slowly.
"How would you know?"
"I can read you like an open book."
"Oh? Then read me. What do you see in my eyes?"
"Lies. Curiosity. Confusion." Damn he's right.
"So?"
"What do you want?"
"What do you want?" I braced myself to walk towards him instead of backing off, knowing the question caught him off-guard.
"Want to know why are you raking my stuff?" He sounded like he's asking me a question.
"Well i want to know why you're drawing the younger version of me. And how do you know how i looked like? Unless we met years ago? Which i doubt because i've no clue about it."
He breathed in deeply before sighing. Wait was that disappointment and hurt i see in his eyes?
"You know nothing uhh? Then you should continue to be ignorance."
"Why? Is there something i should know?"
"No."
"Then why are you acting like you knew something that i don't."
"Because it's better if you don't know."
"But if it concerns me, i have the rights to know."
"Sweetheart, just follow whatever flows in your boat. Somethings are meant to be kept from you and it'll be better if you don't know."
"And what is it? I..."
"Sweetheart, stop asking. You'll bound to know someday."
"I..."
"Do you want to grab Starbucks?"
"Not before you answer all my doubts."
"Then forget it. Im leaving."
"Where?"
"Starbucks."
"Ain't you scared i'll rake your stuffs again?"
"You won't."
"I would. Try me."
"If you dare, i can't promise i will keep my hands off your body."
"Pervert!"
"So do you want to?"
"Count me in."
"You know you want me."
"I meant Starbucks, dude."
"Whatever. Do you need to change?"
"10 minutes."
Once i finished my piece, i quickly grab a floral bralet, short jeans shorts and a black leather jacket and put on light make-up before i wore my high ankle Nike floral sneakers.
*
"What do you want?"
"White chocolate mocha, Venti, with whipped cream."
"My eyes are up here."
Luke coughed, trying to get the attention of the guy who's taking our order yet eyeing me from head to toes.
"S-sorry." He stuttered. "May i get your order?"
"One double chocolate chip frappe, grande with whipped cream and one white chocolate mocha, venti with whipped cream."
*
"My lady, here's your drink."
"Thank you."
"What's that?" He eyed on my serviette.
"Ahaha just a number from Glen."
"Are you really gonna call him?"
"Why jealous?"
"Im your boyfriend."
"Fake boyfriend."
"Whatever."
"Aww stop pouting. Im just kidding."
"You better are."
I laughed.
"Hey wait here." He told me.
"Where are you going?"
He said nothing and left.
*
"Are you craving for macaroons now?" He asked, hiding something behind his back.
"Why?"
"Cause i bought you them."
He said, revealing the big box of colourful macaroons from Laduree.
"Wow thank you."
"Anything for you, sweetheart."
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