ABOUT YOU
Approaching Jeni and Dhea
Distillery District looks crowded this afternoon. The rather cold weather in mid-December does not make people stay at home.
Just like Megan who was sitting in a cafe with a cup of caramel macchiato that still reflects smoke. His blue eyes were not focused on a pair of sisters who were cool in singing by playing the ukulele. Until a big hand was wrapped around his shoulder.
"You've come"
"Sorry to keep you waiting"
"Nothing" Megan said sincerely with her sweet smile.
"I want to ask you something"
Megan nodded for a moment after blowing her caramel macchiato "Ask it"
"Why do you always look so pretty?"
The question succeeded in making Megan stop her activities "Stop teasing me Ed"
Edward who saw the behavior of his lover was anxious, how could he fall in love with this girl in a short time.
"Are you wearing makeup today?"
"No, what's up?"
"Your cheeks are blushing"
Megan looked down at that. Oh come on the man can always make her blush at all times.
"I'll go home if you keep teasing me"
"All right, I'll try" Edward said, holding back his laughter.
"Didn't you order food?" continued.
"I just ate at Aunt Amber's. Are you hungry?"
"No. How about going around?" tawar Edward's.
"Not bad”
The bell rang along with the exit of Edward and Megan. Megan's hands were perfectly circular on Edward's left arm. The smiles of the two seemed to show that they were the happiest couple.
Now the orange sky has changed with the night sky with several points of stars that show their light.
Edward looked next to his stool, his hands gently stroking his girl's brown mane. Megan was asleep shortly after they decided to go home.
"I promise I will do my best sweetheart" said Edward slowly and then briefly peeked Megan's forehead which blocked a little of her long hair.
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Ella has been grumbling since she entered the NSS lobby. The corridor is still very quiet.
"Fucking lion"
Ella's steps came to a halt on a bench in the NSS backyard.
"It seems like something's wrong to set the alarm" the bass voice from behind made the dimpled girl turn her head.
"You"
"So, what time did you set your alarm?" asked Harry who was sitting with his legs raised against his feet. Undercut brown hair adds to the masculine impression of this Barcelona-born youth is growing.
"How can he be so handsome?" inner Ella.
"Hey. Are you daydreaming?" Harry asked as he flicked his hand right in front of Ella's face for the girl next to him to wake up.
"Ah em yes?" megan's mouth suddenly felt faint just to let out a single word.
"What are you thinking? You look less good"
"Ah no. I'm just in a bad mood" but Megan isn't entirely lying.
"What's wrong?"
"Dion cornered me to make me go to school this early"
Harry seemed to raise his eyebrows next to a sign of not understanding.
"Ah. He's my cousin" Megan said as if she understood.
"Want to go around?" haggar Harry who got the nod agreed from Ella.
The still quiet corridor made Ella freely talk to Harry. If the corridor is crowded, it is certain that Ella will be a trending conversation throughout the NSS because it runs alongside one of the most wanted schools.
"It wasn't much different when I was last here"
"It's neater than you've ever known" Harry said, sitting on a long, shabby sofa.
Ella approached and sat down next to Harry. His eyes closed, letting the wind blow his hair. It did not escape Harry's sight, his lips raised to form a smile.
Ella opened her eyes and looked at her skin watch.
"The bell will sound soon" Ella was just about to stand up, and suddenly Harry's burly hand held back his movements and made him sit back.
"Oh God's. Realize me now, how could a most wanted NSS suddenly crouch down and tie my shoelaces?" ella's inner self with a stiffened body.
"Take a look at your shoes if you don't want your knees to hurt"
Megan never stopped looking at Ella with a questioning look. What happened to that girl?
"Ells. Are you sick?" megan asked the umpteenth time and the answer she got remained the same. Just a skirt.
Megan breathed tired.
Mrs. Angela just left class. Some of the students were seen immediately moving from his stool.
Megan who was still busy stuffing her things into the bag was startled with Ella who suddenly patted her shoulder.
"Tell me if this isn't Chall's dream"
Instead of answering, Megan pinched Ella's cheek to make her owner squeal in pain.
"See" Megan returned to packing her things.
"Oh God" Ella shouted making Megan tiptoe in shock.
"Put down your voice Ell" Megan recalled in a soft voice. Even all the students who had still not come out were staring at his stool this time.
"I. Really am. Aishhhh"
"What's wrong? Calm yourself first"
Ella took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Megan was endlessly laughing as she recalled the reason behind her best friend's weirdness.
"Oh c'mon Chall's. Stop it"
"Why? It's so funny you know" Megan said, stirring her strawberry milkshake.
"Oh look. That's Harry. Want me to get Ell?"
"I'll kill you" threatened Ella who even made Megan laugh.
"Edward" called Megan as she waved at her lover.
"Oh God" said Ella.
"Hey. have you eaten?" edward asked and sat down next to Megan.
"I don't want to eat. You two are?"
"Ah, Arthur and Leo are ordering food" Harry explained.
"Jo?"
"He went into Mr.'s room. Jack from the second hour" replied Edward.
"Ahl. Ell, why are you quiet?"
"Ah no"
"Are you sick?"
Oh seriously. It felt like Ella wanted to drown her best friend. How can a friend even make his own friend cornered.
"I seem to have to go to Chall's bathroom" Ella said in a hurry and stood up from her seat.
"Don't you just go to El's bathroom?" megan asked with a slight shout making Ella further speed up her steps.
Megan who saw it again laughed making Edward and Harry wonder.
"What's wrong?" ask Edward.
"Ah no" Elegant Megan then re-drinks her milkshake.
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"How did this happen?"
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"Quick find"
Mr's Face. Vanderson flushed red indicating his anger had already peaked. His fingers moved with a look above his mobile keyboard.
After pressing send, he re-inserted the phone with a black casing into his pants pocket.
Elsewhere, Mr. Mark is no different than his best friend. Even the tie with the motif of the lines had already loosened.
His hands were squeezing sheets of paper on his desk.
"There must be something wrong" Mr. monologue. Mark with his sharp look.