Today, I woke up a bit early, and not because of Shivaay. Its 5:30 in the morning, and I’m wide awake. The day after tomorrow, he’ll be gone again.
I grabbed the basket and blanket. I cooked some aalu poori and sandwiches. I also had bread, and placed fried rice on three lunchboxes.
I went to my room to change. Just as I finished changing, and preparing, a ‘bang’ was heard from my window. And yeah, it was Shivaay.
I hurriedly went down.
“Good morning!” I greeted happily.
“Wow! You’re fast,” he replied after seeing that I was dressed properly.
“Well, I woke up thirty minutes before you tried to,” I said in some bored tone.
“Really?!?! Whoa! You changed!” he teased.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“Let’s have breakfast!” I offered.
“Nice idea,” he replied.
“Stay here,” I said.
I went inside and grabbed the basket.
“Let’s go!” I told him.
“I thought we’re having breakfast here,” he replied, confused.
“Nah,” I said, dragging him to a football field.
I just dragged and pulled him for the next 3 minutes, until we’re there.
“We’ll have breakfast here?” he asked.
“Yah!” I replied while clapping my hands.
I placed the blanket, and put the basket on it.
“Don’t you want to eat?” I asked him since he’s still standing there.
“I do,” with that, he sat in front of me.
I grabbed the food I prepared at put it in front of us.
“Where did your ordered all these this early?” he asked me.
I looked at him.
“I cooked these!” I argued.
“You did?” He said with disbelief in his eyes.
I bit my lip, lowered my head down and nodded.
“They’re delicious!” he exclaimed.
I blushed lightly.
“They’re just ordinary,” I humbly said.
“They look ordinary, but really, they’re awesome!” he replied.
I blushed more (if that was still possible).
I just ate my food. I can’t see why he says they’re delicious (well, of course he I can’t see it, but maybe I can taste it?).
“Annika…” he broke the silence.
“Yeah?” I replied, looking up at him.
“Please don’t forget me,” he said.
“Huh? I won’t,” I muttered.
“Promise me. Even when I am away. Even though I can’t talk to you that much… you won’t forget me,”
I was shocked about what he said.
I won’t forget him. Of course I won’t.
“I am much afraid that you’ll be the one to forget me,” I stated.
“I won’t,” he assured me.
“You meet thousands of people everyday. I’m no one special, and–” before I could finish, he cut me.
“You are special,” he said.
“Okay. But I’m no one beautiful,” I corrected myself.
“You are, too,” he complimented.
“No,” I said.
He paused for a moment.
“You are beautiful. Everything about you is. I love how your hair falls out of place. I love how you walk in your pajamas every morning. I love how you always try to smile. I love your laugh. I love how you talk when you’re nervous. I love how you pout when you don’t get something you want. I love everything about you, Annika. So don’t tell me you aren’t beautiful.”
I was a bit taken aback. He said he loves everything about me, yet he can’t love me. Well, that makes a best friend’s life.
Someone missed hard that I’m back the next day, just joking.As I promised to post daily, here I’m.
So many of you are asking me why my chapters are getting shorter day by day, the answer is, I write when I feel happy or sad or lonely or dunno what it’s hard to explain, I write with the flow of emotions that revolving around my head at the time writing basically and stops when it all gone, so yeah that’s the reason actually.
Anyways chapter 7 is here!
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Wear a smile.