One More Time (15)

PREVIOUSLY: I quickly jump up and head to the other end of the table and grab Hunter’s hand and yank him up. We head towards the door, and just as I’m about to open the door, I hear Ian shout out...

‘Era! Wait!’

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18: I turn back and Ian is standing up and heading towards us. He hands me Hunter’s coat that I had left on the back of my chair.

‘Oh! Thanks Ian. See you around, okay?’

‘Sure thing, Era’

He holds my gaze for a moment then takes a step towards me. The next thing I know, he’s hugging me and whispers in my ear,

‘Don’t wear Hunter’s coats. They don’t do you justice.’

Ian keeps me in that hug for a few moments, before Hunter loudly clears his throat. Ian then releases me, gives an incredibly smug smile to Hunter and heads back to the table, where Carolyn looks so mad, that I’m surprised smoke isn’t coming out of her ears and nose.

Hunter holds the door open for me, he’s wearing an expression that tells me he is exerting a lot of self control by not going up to Ian and ripping his head off. We head to Hunter’s car, where he holds the passenger side door open for me, and I slide into his comfortable black leather interior. He goes around and climbs in then starts the engine. He hits the accelerator and we zoom away from the cafe at a speed that would have caused any police patrol to come chasing after us with the sirens on.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Okay? Why wouldn’t I be? You just got hugged by that filthy Ian, it’s not like he hugged me or anything. Why should I have a problem with that?’

‘Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to hug me. Come on, Hunter! I can’t stand you being mad at me.’

Hunter takes his eyes off the road, and looks at me, he gives me a small half smile and pulls over on the shoulder of the road. He turns in his seat, until he’s facing me, his right legged tucked under him.

‘I would never be mad at you, Era. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m just pissed that that filthy human thought himself worthy enough to touch you. How about you though? Are you okay?’

‘Me? Of course I am, why would I be anything but fine?’

‘I saw your face when Carolyn kissed Ian. You looked so broken, and it was all I could do to stop myself from giving Ian a knock on the head!’

‘Oh. That. Well, I guess it’s not that big a deal, I mean he is her boyfriend after all. It’s just that I started hoping again, and he seemed to care...and I thought things would be different, after he said that he loved...’

But I was unable to continue my sentence. Hot tears started rolling down my cheek, and my breathing went shallow. Before I know it, I’m sobbing, I didn’t even realize how painful it was to watch Carolyn with Ian. Hunter gets out of the car and slams his door. I feel like kicking myself. Here I go again, spilling tears for Ian. Poor Hunter...

My door opens and Hunter crouches down beside my seat. He pulls me into a tight embrace and allows me to completely ruin his shirt with my tears. We just stay in that position until my sobs subside. Eventually he releases me and holds me at arm’s length.

‘Let’s head to your house, we can talk things over. I don’t really care for sight-seeing anyway. And honestly, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look a mess Era. Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can sit around your room and just goof off, sound good to you?’

He flashes me his smile again, and I can’t help but to smile as well.

‘Fine! But while I clean myself up, you have to get us a movie to watch and some hot chocolate for me to drink.’

‘Deal! I’ll even add those weirdo little marshmallows into your hot chocolate.’

Hunter chuckles and heads back to the driver’s seat. Ten minutes later, Hunter is parking his car in my father’s garage, and we walk up to the mansion. Jasper holds the doors open for the both of us and we head up the stairs to my room. I head off to the bathroom to make myself look presentable, while Hunter hunts for a movie and gets me my hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Half an hour later and the both of us are comfortably seated in my queen-sized bed watching some horrible movie Hunter found in my closet.

‘This is possibly the worst movie I have ever seen! In my entire life! And I’ve seen plenty of horrible movies.’

‘Why are you complaining? I found this movie in YOUR closet! It’s YOUR movie. Obviously SOMEONE used to have some pretty horrible taste in movies.’

‘Ugh! Whatever!’

I flick a spoon full of coloured rice at him, and half of it gets stuck in his hair.

‘Oi! Now I have to wash my hair...again! Thanks, Era!’

‘Hey! I feel like hitting the clubs tonight. Interested?’

‘Era, when have I ever said no to clubbing?’

So we pause the movie, grab our coats and head off to Hunter’s car. We end up driving around for a bit before stopping over at a random night club that seemed quite deserted. Now, I know it’s pretty dangerous to go to a deserted night club, but I’m a vampire, and I have Hunter, so I’m guessing that I’m pretty safe.

‘Hah! You are so not dressed for a night club, Era!’

TO BE CONTINUED,
pseudonym

Hey you guys! Decided to continue with the series after all. Haha. Don't worry, I have like 30 parts done already, so I'll just keep posting them. But please excuse the slowness, exams are approaching and the like. Anyway, thank you so much for all the comments on the previous installment. I loved your questions! Happy reading XD!

A Not So Ordinary Life Chap. 3

This story is a compilation of occurrences throughout the week. Most of them happening to my close friends. Reader discretion is advised. (As always)

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“A-a-a-….ART!?!” She shouted at me. Though I wouldn’t blame her, walking in on someone while their naked with their half-naked(and very horny) roommate does require a very big reaction. With my Beanie pulled over my eyes and my head titled upwards, I quickly try to explain, but in the current situation, only gibberish escapes my mouth.

“Art? WOW. This boy's hotter than I thought, even his name turns me on.” I’d rather not describe this part right here. I realized that Amber felt very insecure, so I just started for the door when Amber suddenly darts out to grab my arm with an alarming ‘wait’. With my beanie over my eyes, I couldn’t really see her facial expressions, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she wanted to do some explaining herself.

“Since, it’s clear that you’re not into… well, peeking, I guess I don’t mind staying like this.” I feel her gaze focus completely on me, not knowing when she will put on some clothes, these just increase my distress in the room. She softly lifted the beanie from sheltering my eyes, and assured me I could open them. Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched as she sat there next to, whoever her roommate is, still in that towel. I flushed red when I saw a bit of her cleavage, which made me reluctantly look up at the ceiling.

“He’s so cute like that! Amber, can I have him please? Please!” pleaded the roommate.

“No. Just because you’ve taken the virginity of like, a HUNDRED guys doesn’t mean you can take his. Besides, he’s an old friend. I would never do that to him.” She said, protecting me. I was amazed how matured she acted in a situation like this. Both of us got a sudden shock when she suddenly stormed out of the room in only her lingerie.

“What was that abo- wait! Who is she?” I asked.

“My roommate, her name’s Cherie. Perky isn’t she?” She and I shared a short but warm laugh at that statement. “So….”She continued. “Let me start. How’d you get here? Which school are you going to?”

“Well,” I started, “Let’s just say I had an incident with a certain owner of this apartment building. Since I needed a room, she gave me the very best one. As for school, I’m starting tomorrow.” I left out the school, knowing she’d ask anyway.

“And… The name of the said school?” She asked. I shrugged. “Well, if I told you that, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I say, as I lightly touch her nose.

She turned a bright pink in the cheeks, both of us remembering how that was usually the spot that tickled her the most. “Missed me?” I looked at her in surprise.

“Definitely.” I said firmly.

“By the way, I asked you questions. It should be your turn now. Anything you want to ask me?” I thought about it for a moment. What could I really ask in this situation? There was nothing really significant that I needed to know. It’s not like we had to share our time apart to each other right? Not yet anyway.

“Nope, well, yeah I do actually.” Not knowing why I added that last statement.

“And? What is it?”

“You look as beautiful as ever Amber. I’m glad we could meet again. Let’s get together some other time to catch up some more because I doubt this is the best situation to be confessing stories to each other.” I motioned to her towel. She flushed and frantically looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers. “It might not mean much to you...” She looked up at me as I started, “But, I value the fact that we’re friends. A lot. Amber…” I move closer to her but she pushes me away. Knowing I shouldn’t have said ‘Amber’ when the talent wore off. I just turned and walked away. I turn back one last time and look at her, that deep, warm gaze staring back at me. I just smiled at her. That was all I could manage without my talent.

As I walked slowly to the elevator; I was bored so I decided to count down the steps to the corner to the elevators’. 18… 10… 6… 4… 2… 1…. And before I knew it I was looking at the ceiling, head throbbing and consciousness slowly fading….

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“Whoa. Art?” I couldn’t believe I actually manage to knock him out with a glass coke bottle. It just slipped from my grip, so when I tried to grab it in midair (all Matrix-Style) I accidentally punch it and send it flying to this unsuspecting guy turning the corner, who turns out to be the guy I just happen to want to sleep with.

He is right there in front of me, and I can do whatever I want with him. Drug him, and bring him to some broom closet or just do it right here. And yet….

It still wouldn’t be right. Intercourse was supposed to be special, even someone like me knows that. Not some One Night Stand, it has to be an action of infatuation over the other counter-part. So I did the only thing I could do. I checked his pockets and found his key card numbered ‘211’. Rich boy, to be living in the grand suite level. So I dragged him over the corner and into the elevator to bring him back to his room.

Just like any other innocent bystander in lingerie would do.

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I saw her drag him past the corner. I mean, how could I leave him just like that? I should have said something. Instead, I just made him angry. Ugh! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I was chasing her, when the elevator closed. The numbering on the top of the door showed 15… 17… 20… She was going to have him. In HIS OWN ROOM?! I have to stop this. What if that maid of his finds out, or worse… Joins in?!?

I spammed the elevator button so I could go up, but that’s the one downfall of being in a big hotel. The elevators take forever to reach your floor. I had put on a quick night gown before I went out, so running up the stairs was out of the question. I didn’t really know why I wanted to help Art. I mean, he’s a friend, but it’s not like I owe him or anything, Right? But still… My heart beats wildly whenever I see him. I long for him to embrace this… these… feelings I have for him. Why doesn’t he have the same!? It’s like at sometimes, he charms you to no ends but at other times, he just seems so clueless! It’s infuriating!

The Elevator reaches.

I step in, determined to save the guy whom I have longed for all these years.

I guess its love, or jealousy. Whatever it is, I hope I’ll be there for him when he needs me.

(Finished)*Just imagine it’s in some cool language*

Nandayo.

Diamante - Derde (Part 3)

I continued working,

and was suddenly burdened with tons of documents and emails,

and soon, I forgot about the suitcase,

I left it at my desk and there it stayed until office hours were over,

I was packing my things,

and I noticed the suitcase just before I decided to leave,

I took the suitcase and placed it on my lap,

unbuckled it,

and pulled back the leather flap,

and took out the papers that were within.

I read it,

I was confused at first,

unable to comprehend the words that were imprinted on these few pages,

I actually thought that the CEO might have given it to the wrong person,

but I checked the names,

they were of mine's.

It stated that I was to be transferred to Africa,

and the reason was to " To Increase knowledge on company's facilities in the diamond fields,

and to experience company's operations in the field firsthand"

What a load of bullshit,

I mean,

Am I the only one qualified to do this?

It doesnt even mention what job I that I will be taking over,

Wait.

What am I supposed to do there?

Inspect diamonds?

Show the workers how angry the CEO is at them?

Teach them how to write?

I dont even have a clue.

Hmm.

I guess its just one of those temporary field trips,

that never mention anything because its too secretive,

and I might be a liability once I know what the field trip is about.

I might as well take this chance,

before its too late,

opportunities like this are very much rare and always impossible,

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McWiggle :p

My Farewell

So today I just finished my interview with Mr. Tan, who hired me immediately as an assistant manager. I was happy and grateful to him, because I was fresh off the line from University, and was glad for an oppurtunity to work in the firm. I took out my phone to call my parents, when, ironically, the caller ID told me that they were calling me.

"Hey Ma," I answered. "What's up?"

"Alif," My mother's voice sounded weak. "Ain fainted in school. Get over to the hospital now."

I nearly dropped my phone. "I'm on my way," I managed, then I was in the car and off.

My younger sister was prone to these faint spells. From the last visit to the doctor, we were told that should this happen to Ain again, she might not wake up. This was why I was almost killed, driving the speed I was getting to the hospital.

Upon arrival, I noticed my mother talking to the doctor, my father gravely shaking his head next to her. I greeted both of them as is customary, and I asked the doctor for the news.

"Well, it looks as if she'll make it out of here today, Alif. However, we have deemed that it is impossible for her to continue on her regular routine of life, and must stay at home from now on."

This might not seem such a big deal to most people, but my family being as poor as we are, are unable to hire somebody to work full time to take care of my sister. My parents were working overtime just to get Ain her medication. So she would die if nobody took care of her.

I loved my sister, so I volunteered to take care of her, even if it meant giving up my job. I loved Ain more than anything or anyone in the world, and possibly no one could understand how much she meant to me. Eventhough my mum said she would give up her job and stay home, I knew that she wouldn't want to: She loved her job. So I persuaded my parents to let me be Ain's personal nurse.

We were allowed to visit Ain after awhile. She looked exactly the same, except for the colour of her skin. Instead of it's lively warm glow, it was bleach white, with red spots here and there on her hand. She smiled weakly at us, but I just cried. It was horrible to see my sister in that state. I wanted to throw up my lunch.

We took her home that night, along with a big bag of medication. We put her to bed, and we prepared ourselves mentally for what we had to deal with. The medicine was put in a cabinet, which we carried over to her room. We installed a buzzer which was in easy access from her bed, which would alert the house and call our handheld phones if anything were to happen.

The next few days consisted of me waking up early in the morning to coax Ain to take her meds. She slowly swallowed them, as if it pained her, and I held the cup above her lips so she could take a sip of water to wash down the pills. I went into the kitchen to prepare porridge for her to eat, and me as well. I fed her the mess I made while her eyes glazed over the television we had put in her room. That night I did the same: I made porridge and made her eat her medicine.

I did this for the next few weeks. Sometimes I wondered why I was doing this, as I chopped carrots, and washed her clothes. Those doubts would dissapear whenever I entered her room. Ain's smile was the only thing that the sickness couldn't take from her, and even if it hurt her to do so, she never forgot to smile at me whenever I entered the room. I talked to her as I fed her, before I dozed of on the chair next to her bed. I'd do anything for my ten year-old sister.

One morning I got up as usual, and fed her her medicine, and went downstairs to cook some more porridge (I'm so sick of this stuff). As I walked up the stairs, the sound of our creaking floorboards troubled me. There was no one else in the house except me and Ain, and she was in no condition of walking anywhere. But...

She was walking slowly towards me, and as she fell down, I threw the bowl of porridge to one side, and it hit the wall, it's contents spilling out. I caught her, her face a deadly white. In her hands was a piece of paper, where she had scrawled

"Happy Birthday Alif"

In children's handwriting. I had forgotten about my birthday. I thought of naught else save my sister now. And here she was. I felt her pulse.

It was gone.

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A month after her funeral, Alif went to a cliff nearby his kampong. He looked out at the sea, where the waves were crashing into the cliffs, wearing it out. He did this because it was Ramadan, and he found it easy to fight the hunger off by watching the sea. He would sit there the whole day, silent, and return home to break fast, and the next day he would do the same.

Today, he looked out at sea. For a moment, he thought he saw his sister there in the sea. He shook his head. "Must be the hunger getting to me." Upon glancing a second time, his sister, Ain, was there walking on the waves of the ocean. Alif looked on at her from above. She was glowing a spectral glow, and she beckoned for him to come. Alif looked around him. Then he looked back. There she was, still doing the same gesture again and again, come come come, Alif.

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The Sunday Times

Man Driven Mad By Hysteria, Jumps To His Death

Editr.

OneShot | First Love

OneShot will be a series of stories that are inspired by events happening in daily life. It could be mine, or friends. It, as the title says, will be a one-shot story, no continuation. Reader discretion is lightly advised.

This is inspired back trip back to my village, and a chat with a friend.

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“I don’t want to go back to our village. There’s like, no tech there. I might ‘DIE’!”

As I said that to myself now, I still feel bored. I skipped another stone across the still river, sending patterns of shockwaves. Sigh. Being a techie meant a day was never boring. New tech, new games, new conventions’, new techie styles was usually what filled a techies life. Being a techie in a village, now that’s boring. No tech to work with, nothing to tinker, now that’s a new level of boring.

As looked over the river, a girl seemed to be just sitting down, parallel to me. She was basically just dressed in some short cut jeans short of the knee, and a light t-shirt. Basic farmer wear I suppose. Though somehow, it clung to her figure with alarming tenacity. Country girls were cute too I realized. She was just, enjoying herself. The wind seemed to blow on her gently, sending her hair waving just ever so slightly, and she was looking at the big, beautiful sky, smiling at it, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. I wonder at which point she noticed that I was staring at her. She blushed and waved slightly. I guess some company wouldn’t be too bad. I looked for a way across but in vein. The river seemed calm enough, but it was a very dark blue which meant it was a lot deeper than it actually seemed. Being a techie, I didn’t really know how to swim. It wasn’t that I wasn’t in shape, but more on the lines that I had no outdoor talents. Looking across, I saw her frown. Clearly she would also like company. I decided on one course of action.

It was time to put my techie brain into action.

I looked frantically around for something to work with. When it seemed hopeless, I just sat and decided to look at the sky that she was admiring so much. I expected to see a cloud in the shape of SOMETHING, but there was nothing. It was clear and blue. Just then, I felt a rush of wind in my hair. I heard a faint giggle from the girl, and dismissed it. I was already in techie mode. Air…. Theoretically, Wind is denser than air, so wind is above the air, which is denser than water. If somehow the wind could be used as a medium, then theoretically, anyone could walk on air.

Theoretically of course.

I Look frantically around, the west wind… the next gust… angle of trajectory… designated landing point… aerodynamically factoring body mass. The next thing I knew, I was running. Wind began to pick up and I was off the ground. Half way through, I thought I was going to make it, but suddenly the wind died and I found myself arcing down. Plan B…. Plan B…. Arc! I turned my body into a full axis from my hips as a turning point, trying to extend my flight. I opened my eyes to find myself slamming into a deep, solid blue.

“You act very bright, but you’re definitely not bright after trying a jump like that.”

I coughed up what was left of the river water in me.

“You saved me?” I asked inquiringly.

“I couldn’t just sit here, enjoying myself while you drown, now could I?” She hastily replied.

“What made you guess I couldn’t swim?”

“The fact that you didn’t swim over in the first place.” I was surprised she was quite an intellectual thinker, being a country girl and all. “What made you think I wanted to swim over?”

“That cute smile you made at me.” She smiled warmly at me. I decided not to try to flirt and decided to just make short conversation. Being a techie and all, my flirting skills aren’t up to par.

“You’re the 1st girl to ever say I have a cute smile” I said firmly.

She looked surprised. “Wow, I expected to you have like, a bazilijilion girlfriends.”

Seeing a loophole, I teased her. “There’s no such thing as a bazilijilion.”

“Whatever” She waved the topic away.

“It’s been a long time, I can’t believe after all this time you don’t remember.” She looked off to the distance. Only now did I notice, she was quite beautiful.

“You know, when you were small…”I could sense she started to be in a serious confession kind of mood suddenly. “You and I were best friends.”

“Really? No joke?”

“Yeah! You even promised that you’d come back one day and be my boyfriend.” She blushed after blurting that out.

“Oh..” I could only manage that.

“I’ve had a crush on you since then.” She confessed, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

“That’s one big promise to make in a day.”

“If I don’t say it, someone else might…take..your…”Her lips were in front of mine, as she lay on top of me on the grassy bed next to the river. “First… Love….”

And our lips met.



Nandayo.

Diamante - Tweede (Part 2)

As I entered the room,

I noticed several things,

it was absolute silence,

save for the few pen clicks and throat clearings.

There was a large oval oak table in the middle of the room,

and sitting all around the table were men in suits,

some fat and old and some were youthful and healthy looking,

but all of them had a similar expression.

Coldness.

and a slight pinch of annoyance,

From that moment on I realized that they were pretty uneasy about me being there,

as if I wasnt on the same "social standing" as they were,

they seem to be expecting something,

a speech maybe.

So I began,

"Good evening gentlemen, My name is Paul Revere Crawford, I apologize for interrupting this meeting, but it is to my knowledge that Mr. Dublin requested for me"

as I finished my sentence,

Mr. Dublin appeared from a door exactly to my right,

he was holding a suitcase,

looking as if he had worked an all-nighter,

and greeted me in a tone that was of sympathy.

"Ohh! There you are, I was expecting you, I have a...I have an offer that I would like for you to think over"

I was confused and very, very unprepared,

if he was planning to transfer me,

or in the worst case scenario,

to fire me.

" I see, I would consider it, but first, I would like to at least know what I'm getting into"

I replied.

He breathed a sigh and answered,

"As you wish"

and handed me the suitcase.

"Think it over tonight, I expect a decision by tomorrow morning. Is that understood?"

I nodded and left the meeting room.

My mind was filled with questions.

What was inside that suitcase?

I decided to at least arrive home before opening it.

The assistant escorted me to the elevator,

and with a smile,

whispered a soft,

"Goodbye"

I smiled and closed the elevator doors.

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McWiggle :p

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part 2.

A Not So Ordinary Life Chap. 2

This story is a week’s worth of different experiences and choosing which was suitable for this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. (As usual)

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IT’S AMBER YOU IDIOT!

“A-a-a-…Amber?”

“Art? Is that you? And whose…” I quickly pushes Que off to my side and helped her up.

“She’s my –“I began, to only be cut off by an unfamiliar “GIRLFRIEND!”

I looked at Que in utter awe. She locked her arms around mine and nudged her head onto my shoulder. I must’ve looked surprised and blank at that point because Amber just shot a questioning look at me. I returned the look and Amber quickly got an idea of Que’s little fib.

“Que, could I borrow Art for awhile?” She asked in an attempt to rescue me.

“Only my Artee-Wartee can all me Que!” She shot an angry look at me, but I just looked away to hide my grin. She quickly let go of my arm and extended a hand to Amber.

“Jacqueline. Jacqueline Leticia Manon, or Que for….” She stopped as she realized she just told Amber, that Que was NOT my special name for her. Me and Amber shared a nice friendly laugh.

“Fine, Fine. Take him and do with him as you wish, but I’m telling you, If he comes back to the apartment with his virginity gone, I am SO not responsible. You hear me Art?” As he turn, I was already walking away with Amber.

“That boy and his flirtatious attitude.” She flushed angrily at the statement and whispered something under her breath as she walked away. “Annoying”



“Let me start. So, where do you live now and why did you come to Region City?” She asked casually, as though we’ve been talking like this for years.

“I live at a room at the Emblem Hotel; let’s just say I came here by a hand of fate. And you?”

“Emblem Hotel? The fancy one a few blocks down?” She asked with a surprised look.

“Anything you want to add to that?” It was clear on my face that I knew she wasn’t telling me anything. “Oh, Nothing at all.” She did a face that made me feel all warm inside. I shrugged the feeling off as ‘coincidence’. We walked for awhile longer in brief silence when finally decided to break it off.

“Why are you here anyway?” She asked enquiringly. I simply shrugged, at said a simple ‘Que’. She laughed at that. It was a sweet, melodic laugh that swayed me for a bit. As her fit ceased, she continued, “You haven’t changed have you?” I wondered what it meant for a moment. She let me dwell on it for awhile until we reached an elevator. I finally gave in and asked, “Changed how?”

“You know, charming girls and all. Que was gorgeous! You sure have a knack for picking them, just like the old days.” She gave me a sly wink and pushed a paper in my hand as she walked into the elevator. Its closing sound told me that I should find Jacqueline.

“ART!!!!!!!!!!” A loud booming voice came from the second floor. Onlookers were searching frantically for the source of the sound. “Get up here before I pull you up here, silly!” Without the hoarse shouting voice, I could tell Que must’ve have clothes. Sigh. The pattern of searching for clothes, trying them on, Que’s evaluation was pretty boring. Like I said, I wasn’t used to these kinds of things. On our walk home, I after checking the clothes and my empty wallet, I decided to read the paper Amber gave me.

‘147’, and that’s not all, it read; can you guess what this means? You’re smart aren’t you? If you do, I’ll give you a very Special present. It ended with Amber’s signature. “What’s that?” Que asked quizzingly. I just turned away to hide my grin, as I knew exactly what this number meant.



“Not going to help with diner Art?” I shook my head in reply and darted out the room. I was going to wear simple clothing, like I normally do. BUT, Que had to style me just because I said I wanted to walk around the hotel. I wore tight jumpsuit, with some nice urban slacks to go with it. She even insisted on one of those urban beanie caps that covered my hair entirely. So much for that haircut being showed off. I ran to the elevator and pressed down. I lived on floor 21 and was heading for the lobby. At the reception, I inquired about a room ‘147’. “Oh my. Art, wow. I didn’t recognize you like that.Well….” She was starting to turn red. I owe Que a good scolding for delaying this. “Privacy policy says that I can’t tell that information.” She said firmly.

“Oh….. sorry for….d-disturbing.” I was very sad. I didn’t even realize I was talking like that. I pulled down my beanie down over my eyes. I don’t know why I started to tear up a bit there. I walked back to the elevators slowly. Back at my room, I was recalling back what happened. It was just a theory, why would Amber even live here? Must’ve been that damned talent. I decided to go for a shower, when Que barged in the toilet and told me there was a delivery for me. I put on my clothes and went to the door, but all I found was a huge teddy bear. “Que! I think this is for you!” I shouted.

She shouted back “Check the card! I don’t think you’re the handsome idiot time are you?” I looked at the card and it wrote distinctively ‘Art’ outside. So I opened it. It read; ‘I’m sorry I made you make a face like that. I couldn’t bear to just leave you in that state. The resident name is Amber McWilliams. So please, don’t ever make a face like that ever again, okay?’

Sometimes, I just love this talent.

I went to the elevator, pressed 14 and down I went. I rushed to the room that indicated 147. I was about to knock *ignoring the doorbell for some reason* when it just, opened.

Sometimes, I just hate this talent.

“Amber, would you please stop hogging the shower. I have a really cute da-“ A girl appeared in front of me, striped of her clothing. She was wearing only lingerie when she stepped up to me pulled me close to her, and kissed me. My 1st kiss and it’s with a girl I don’t even know. That’s another point for hating this talent. “Screw my date. You’re definitely going to bed with me tonight.” She seemed to be serious. I was hesitating a little. As she lay down on the bed and stretched to a position not worth mentioning, another door opened. “Andy! How many times have I told you, lock this door! Someone could get….” She appeared in the bedroom and saw me pulling down my beanie over my eyes, looking at the ceiling.

She turned all red, realizing I saw her only covered with a towel.

(valmitta)*Finished*

Nandayo.