Philosophy Of problems.
Yeah,I know problems and difficulties are part of our life.I, think this thing also depends upon our choices,life is not difficult we make it difficult by many ways,may be wrong decissions that effects you through out your whole life,your company etc etc.
we are responsible for every thing that is going on in our life,Allah Almighty give us ability to think and choose that good or bad way.It up-to us that we choose positive or negative way,try to make such decisions that are totally correct,Bullets after fire and words after speak never come again.
Don't expect anything from anyone.as no one is willing to complete your desires except Allah Almighty.So,don't be disappoint or sad on your's expectations from anyone,these people also depend on Allah then how can they complete your expectation?Too much expectation will kill you,And this is a real fact,I'll just say this,Expect every thing From Allah :)
As you know
"Expectation is the root of heartache"
(William Shakespeare)
'Kabhee dill se mang k to dekho'
'Dega wo behesaab bhutt raheem hai wo'
Novel "And Now You Are Stuck With Me"
Episode 1(Main character's POV, his name is undecided yet)
It was that time of the year. Birthday wishes, cards, parties and gifts. I always did enjoy my birthdays every year. This year had been the same, so far. However I could not ignore the feeling that something was going to happen.
I was going to my friend's place when suddenly I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to me. Before I could even turn back to look, someone bumped into me with full force and we fell to the ground. As I tried to get up I realized that my assailant (mera gunahgaar) was a mere girl. Her hands touched mine and then I felt something warm and wet flow between our hands. This was too sudden to be a romantic notion so I investigated what was between our hands. I felt her move, and in a matter of seconds she punched me on my face brashly and shouted:
"YOU MORON! You made me spill my quick drying glue!"
A painful moan was my only response as I held my aching face with my free hand. Getting up quickly I looked at her angrily in her eyes and said:
"I'm the moron?! You ran into me, made me fall, got us stuck and then you took the kind liberty of punching me square in the face! I have serious arguments to your idea of who the moron is here!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" was her loud reply. followed by " Now be a dammed gentleman and help a lady to her feet!" she said as he scrunched her nose at me.
"Lady? Where? I don't see any lady here" I said smirking wittingly. But what followed made me curse my wits. A lot. Tearing pain was what I felt as she pierced her heel shoe into my foot. I screamed out of pure agony and thought to God what had I done wrong to deserve this on my birthday.
"Take me to that building" she said pointing at a building across the street "And don't you dare smile because we will be holding hands because of the stupid glue!" She said as she glared at me angrily. Breathing quickly, her bright blue eyes staring right into my brown ones as if challenging me to a duel. Her face, expressions, even her nose. Everything about her was adorable and beautiful. Adorable? Beautiful? Why did I just think of a random person as adorable and beautiful? I thought to myself as I looked her in her eyes.
Of all the days of the year.
On the day of my birth
With a complete stranger
I fell in love.
I regained my composure, smiled at her and said: "And now you're stuck with me"
END OF EPISODE 1
Episode 2:
(Previously in EPISODE 1)
Of all the days of the year.
On the day of my birth
With a complete stranger
I fell in love.
I regained my composure, smiled at her and said: "And now you're stuck with me"
EPISODE 2
(Girl's POV. this epi. will be from her angle)
That moron kept smiling for a good fifteen minutes after he said that. Honestly it was creeping me out. I started walking towards the apartment and pulled him a little to make him go faster. His grip on my hand was tight. How badly I wanted to beat the crap out of him is beyond measure. How dare he hold my hand so tight. I wanted to skin him like a butcher peels off a chicken's feathers before chopping it into pieces. I almost kept forgetting it was all because of the glue. "Patience Fiona patience." I whispered to myself again and again. As if trying to calm myself down.
We'd been walking slowly for five minutes. I turned back to shout at him some more to make him go faster. What happened next was completely justified and correct.
I slapped him.
That jerk. That stupid douche-bag. That imbecile! He was staring at me while I wasnt looking. HOW DARE HE! He looked so shocked with my hand's mark stamped on his face. He deserved it. He was staring at me.
I think he was. Wasn't he?
"WHY DO YOU KEEP HITTING ME?! ARE YOU IN YOUR SENSES?!" he said in a voice that could almost be taken as a scream.
"Stay in your limits jerk! You were staring at me!" I said so because that's what he was doing. I was sure of it. Almost sure. Um. Okay half sure. Uh. No. I wasn't sure he did that. But if he did he deserved the slap.
"You are one of the most violent women I have met in my entire life." He said as he traced his fingers over where my hand slapped him. He looked hurt. "I wasn't staring at you. I was thinking why the hell does a girl wearing heel shoes have to run like a frigging bunny rabbit through a street without looking at where shes going WHILE carrying a bottle of quick drying glue. Why would someone do that?"
"Because its none of your business" I replied plainly. I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to talk to him. Or face him. He wasn't staring at me and I slapped him. I was wishing a hole opened up in the earth and swallowed me. I was feeling so embarrassed. I didn't want to show him that embarrassment. God it was so humiliating. Then I heard water dripping. It was getting closer. A water pipe on a wall next to us had just started dripping water. An idea crossed my mind. I ran towards the pipe without a second thought and pulled him with me. I gathered a lillte water in my free hands palm and stroked his slap hurt face with it to soothe him. But as soon as I realised what I was doing.
I froze.
He looked surprised. His breathing had gotten fast. And he was staring at me. Again. Right into my eyes.
*PATAAKH*
That street heard two slaps that night.
(END OF EPISODE 2)
Of all the days of the year.
On the day of my birth
With a complete stranger
I fell in love.
I regained my composure, smiled at her and said: "And now you're stuck with me"
EPISODE 2
(Girl's POV. this epi. will be from her angle)
That moron kept smiling for a good fifteen minutes after he said that. Honestly it was creeping me out. I started walking towards the apartment and pulled him a little to make him go faster. His grip on my hand was tight. How badly I wanted to beat the crap out of him is beyond measure. How dare he hold my hand so tight. I wanted to skin him like a butcher peels off a chicken's feathers before chopping it into pieces. I almost kept forgetting it was all because of the glue. "Patience Fiona patience." I whispered to myself again and again. As if trying to calm myself down.
We'd been walking slowly for five minutes. I turned back to shout at him some more to make him go faster. What happened next was completely justified and correct.
I slapped him.
That jerk. That stupid douche-bag. That imbecile! He was staring at me while I wasnt looking. HOW DARE HE! He looked so shocked with my hand's mark stamped on his face. He deserved it. He was staring at me.
I think he was. Wasn't he?
"WHY DO YOU KEEP HITTING ME?! ARE YOU IN YOUR SENSES?!" he said in a voice that could almost be taken as a scream.
"Stay in your limits jerk! You were staring at me!" I said so because that's what he was doing. I was sure of it. Almost sure. Um. Okay half sure. Uh. No. I wasn't sure he did that. But if he did he deserved the slap.
"You are one of the most violent women I have met in my entire life." He said as he traced his fingers over where my hand slapped him. He looked hurt. "I wasn't staring at you. I was thinking why the hell does a girl wearing heel shoes have to run like a frigging bunny rabbit through a street without looking at where shes going WHILE carrying a bottle of quick drying glue. Why would someone do that?"
"Because its none of your business" I replied plainly. I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want to talk to him. Or face him. He wasn't staring at me and I slapped him. I was wishing a hole opened up in the earth and swallowed me. I was feeling so embarrassed. I didn't want to show him that embarrassment. God it was so humiliating. Then I heard water dripping. It was getting closer. A water pipe on a wall next to us had just started dripping water. An idea crossed my mind. I ran towards the pipe without a second thought and pulled him with me. I gathered a lillte water in my free hands palm and stroked his slap hurt face with it to soothe him. But as soon as I realised what I was doing.
I froze.
He looked surprised. His breathing had gotten fast. And he was staring at me. Again. Right into my eyes.
*PATAAKH*
That street heard two slaps that night.
(END OF EPISODE 2)
Episode 3:
(PREVIOUSLY IN EPISODE 2)
He looked surprised. His breathing had gotten fast. And he was staring at me. Again. Right into my eyes.
*PATAAKH*
That street heard two slaps that night.
(NOW EPISODE 3)
(WRITER'S NOTE)
IM GOING TO CONTINUE WITH THE GIRL'S POV. WE'LL CONTINUE TO OBSERVE FROM HER ANGLE FOR NOW. AND THE NAME FIONA IS TERRIBLE. I HATE IT. I DON'T KNOW WHY I CHOSE IT. BUT NOW THAT I HAVE CHOSEN IT. WE'LL FIND A WAY TO LIKE IT. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EPISODE
I could feel my cold hand hurt from the impact of the slap. I started rubbing it on my jacket to get rid of the stinginess. I think I slapped him too hard. He didnt react. Unlike the first time he didn't react. He didn't shout at me. But then he put his face in his hands and...
(BOY'S POV)
I laughed. Like I had never laughed before. She looked so funny when she got shocked about what she was doing. Like a kid caught stealing chocolates from the fridge. I didnt even expect the slap. Lucky for me her hand was wet so it slipped off my face. It didnt hurt at all. The way she was rubbing her hand, I havent been more entertained by a random stranger my entire life. I laughed. So hard. Iv never done that before. Not eversince....okay pause, I dont need to ruin the moment by reminding myself about another certain HER. Bad idea. I almost slapped myself for thinking such an idea. But then I didnt. My face has a two slaps per day endurance limit. No more slaps.
I didnt mind the soft stroke with the wet hand. My face could work with unlimited soft strokes with wet hand. No problem with them. Not one bit.
"Did you hit your head somewhere?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"No. Is that up next on your beat-the-shit-out-of-a-random-stranger plan?" I replied jokingly.
"Im considering it. But no thats not why I asked. I asked because either it happened. Or you belong in a mental hospital. Last time I checked, normal people dont usually laugh after getting slapped. Its just wrong. Theres nothing right about it. Not one bit." She replied, without the former concern. Without waiting for my reply she started moving forward. Having no other choice I followed her.
We walked in silence. Even when we reached the building she didnt say a word. All she did was pick up an umbrella from a stand near the door and open it over her head. The umbrella was covered with...bird droppings. Why would someone use such a dirty (BIRD DROPPING FALLS ON HIM WHILE HE WAS THINKING) ...umbrella
"Oh. Yeah I forgot. The bird's on my building's roof hate me. They think I want to steal and cook their babies. So they shit on me whenever I come here." she stated casually.
"Great timing" I replied as I leaned the bird poop from my shoulder.
(END OF EPISODE 3
He looked surprised. His breathing had gotten fast. And he was staring at me. Again. Right into my eyes.
*PATAAKH*
That street heard two slaps that night.
(NOW EPISODE 3)
(WRITER'S NOTE)
IM GOING TO CONTINUE WITH THE GIRL'S POV. WE'LL CONTINUE TO OBSERVE FROM HER ANGLE FOR NOW. AND THE NAME FIONA IS TERRIBLE. I HATE IT. I DON'T KNOW WHY I CHOSE IT. BUT NOW THAT I HAVE CHOSEN IT. WE'LL FIND A WAY TO LIKE IT. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EPISODE
I could feel my cold hand hurt from the impact of the slap. I started rubbing it on my jacket to get rid of the stinginess. I think I slapped him too hard. He didnt react. Unlike the first time he didn't react. He didn't shout at me. But then he put his face in his hands and...
(BOY'S POV)
I laughed. Like I had never laughed before. She looked so funny when she got shocked about what she was doing. Like a kid caught stealing chocolates from the fridge. I didnt even expect the slap. Lucky for me her hand was wet so it slipped off my face. It didnt hurt at all. The way she was rubbing her hand, I havent been more entertained by a random stranger my entire life. I laughed. So hard. Iv never done that before. Not eversince....okay pause, I dont need to ruin the moment by reminding myself about another certain HER. Bad idea. I almost slapped myself for thinking such an idea. But then I didnt. My face has a two slaps per day endurance limit. No more slaps.
I didnt mind the soft stroke with the wet hand. My face could work with unlimited soft strokes with wet hand. No problem with them. Not one bit.
"Did you hit your head somewhere?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"No. Is that up next on your beat-the-shit-out-of-a-random-stranger plan?" I replied jokingly.
"Im considering it. But no thats not why I asked. I asked because either it happened. Or you belong in a mental hospital. Last time I checked, normal people dont usually laugh after getting slapped. Its just wrong. Theres nothing right about it. Not one bit." She replied, without the former concern. Without waiting for my reply she started moving forward. Having no other choice I followed her.
We walked in silence. Even when we reached the building she didnt say a word. All she did was pick up an umbrella from a stand near the door and open it over her head. The umbrella was covered with...bird droppings. Why would someone use such a dirty (BIRD DROPPING FALLS ON HIM WHILE HE WAS THINKING) ...umbrella
"Oh. Yeah I forgot. The bird's on my building's roof hate me. They think I want to steal and cook their babies. So they shit on me whenever I come here." she stated casually.
"Great timing" I replied as I leaned the bird poop from my shoulder.
(END OF EPISODE 3
Episode 4:
PREVIOUSLY IN EPISODE 3
"Great timing" I replied as I cleaned the bird poop from my shoulder.
WRITER'S NOTE
SORRY THE LAST EPISODE WAS A BIT SKETCHY AND SHORT. I FELL ASLEEP WRITING IT
EPISODE 4
(GIRL's POV)
"Now listen clearly. I don't want anyone creating a fuss over our...situation. So let me talk if someone from my family asks what happened. Understand? Or do I need to write it down for you?" I said to him as slowly as I could. If he said something stupid to Joe then I'd be grounded for sure.
"Whatever" he said. He just DID NOT say that. He did not realize what kind of shit I could get stuck into because of him and he was behaving like such a brat.
I grabbed him by his collar and coldly said to him "If you screw this up for me I assure you I will not rest until I break every bone in your body. Now are we clear?"
He did not seem happy at being threatened. He replied slyly: "If you threaten me like that again only you will be responsible for what happens next. Now let my collar go."
Every level of anger burst out in my veins at his retort. I glared at him as viciously as I could and grabbed his collar tighter. And said: "Listen to me you piece of shit. My stepfather might see us right here right now and if you---"
"Fiona" a familiar voice interrupted me.
Perfect. i thought to myself. Now Im going to have to explain why---
An arm snaked around my waist and pulled me into a...a hug?!
What was he doing? what was he thinking? Why did he just hug me and that also right in front of Joe!
I couldn't think right. I could not struggle. his grip was tight. Then I heard Joe ask in a surprised tone : "Fiona who is this?
I did't answer him. Instead I focused all my bodily energy on pushing off my extremely unwanted companion. "GET OFF ME YOU SON OF A B*TCH" I shouted as loud as I could.
He got pushed back. his face was towards me but hidden from Joe. He smirked at me. An evil smile. My heart raced. What was he going to do. Our hands were still intertwined.
"Fiona don't leave me! I can't live without you!" He shouted. What the hell was he saying. Why was he saying this. Why was he faking this what the hell did I do!
....."If you threaten me like that again only you will be responsible for what happens next".... His words replayed in my thoughts. A game. He wanted to play. He was enjoying this. I whispered to him:
"You wanna play huh? sure. Lemme go get some toys" then I turned to Joe and said ou loud. "Joe, bring out the rifle. Load it and bring it here RIGHT NOW!"
Joe ran back inside. Lover boy's smile faded. His face went white. He said to me: "I was kidding! Take a joke will ya!"
I was not in a joke taking mood at the time "There is a jug of hot water in a cabinet right next to the door we're standing next to. As soon as I pour it on our hands. The glue will disappear. And SO WILL YOU. Or I swear to god I will shoot you myself"
He was silent in reply. I moved towards the door and seeing no sign of Joe, Of course still not having found the rifle which was in the cabinet only my deceased father had the keys to, We went in the door. I slid open the cabinet, jug-o-water reliably in its place, picked it up and started pouring it on our hands. Both of us winced in pain but I could feel our hands freeing apart. And finally we were free. I hastily pushed him out the door and said: "GO!! Joe won't be as forgiving as me. RUN!!"
His face was dumbfounded. What was he thinking he should have started running. I shut the door in his face and backed up against it. What a loon. Joe came back into the room carrying a wrench in his hand. My hero.
"He's gone. Im okay. Whats for dinner?"
Joe was definitely not satisfied and dinner was definitely not on his mind at the moment. Great. Explanation time
(End of Episode 4
"Great timing" I replied as I cleaned the bird poop from my shoulder.
WRITER'S NOTE
SORRY THE LAST EPISODE WAS A BIT SKETCHY AND SHORT. I FELL ASLEEP WRITING IT
EPISODE 4
(GIRL's POV)
"Now listen clearly. I don't want anyone creating a fuss over our...situation. So let me talk if someone from my family asks what happened. Understand? Or do I need to write it down for you?" I said to him as slowly as I could. If he said something stupid to Joe then I'd be grounded for sure.
"Whatever" he said. He just DID NOT say that. He did not realize what kind of shit I could get stuck into because of him and he was behaving like such a brat.
I grabbed him by his collar and coldly said to him "If you screw this up for me I assure you I will not rest until I break every bone in your body. Now are we clear?"
He did not seem happy at being threatened. He replied slyly: "If you threaten me like that again only you will be responsible for what happens next. Now let my collar go."
Every level of anger burst out in my veins at his retort. I glared at him as viciously as I could and grabbed his collar tighter. And said: "Listen to me you piece of shit. My stepfather might see us right here right now and if you---"
"Fiona" a familiar voice interrupted me.
Perfect. i thought to myself. Now Im going to have to explain why---
An arm snaked around my waist and pulled me into a...a hug?!
What was he doing? what was he thinking? Why did he just hug me and that also right in front of Joe!
I couldn't think right. I could not struggle. his grip was tight. Then I heard Joe ask in a surprised tone : "Fiona who is this?
I did't answer him. Instead I focused all my bodily energy on pushing off my extremely unwanted companion. "GET OFF ME YOU SON OF A B*TCH" I shouted as loud as I could.
He got pushed back. his face was towards me but hidden from Joe. He smirked at me. An evil smile. My heart raced. What was he going to do. Our hands were still intertwined.
"Fiona don't leave me! I can't live without you!" He shouted. What the hell was he saying. Why was he saying this. Why was he faking this what the hell did I do!
....."If you threaten me like that again only you will be responsible for what happens next".... His words replayed in my thoughts. A game. He wanted to play. He was enjoying this. I whispered to him:
"You wanna play huh? sure. Lemme go get some toys" then I turned to Joe and said ou loud. "Joe, bring out the rifle. Load it and bring it here RIGHT NOW!"
Joe ran back inside. Lover boy's smile faded. His face went white. He said to me: "I was kidding! Take a joke will ya!"
I was not in a joke taking mood at the time "There is a jug of hot water in a cabinet right next to the door we're standing next to. As soon as I pour it on our hands. The glue will disappear. And SO WILL YOU. Or I swear to god I will shoot you myself"
He was silent in reply. I moved towards the door and seeing no sign of Joe, Of course still not having found the rifle which was in the cabinet only my deceased father had the keys to, We went in the door. I slid open the cabinet, jug-o-water reliably in its place, picked it up and started pouring it on our hands. Both of us winced in pain but I could feel our hands freeing apart. And finally we were free. I hastily pushed him out the door and said: "GO!! Joe won't be as forgiving as me. RUN!!"
His face was dumbfounded. What was he thinking he should have started running. I shut the door in his face and backed up against it. What a loon. Joe came back into the room carrying a wrench in his hand. My hero.
"He's gone. Im okay. Whats for dinner?"
Joe was definitely not satisfied and dinner was definitely not on his mind at the moment. Great. Explanation time
(End of Episode 4
Episode 5:
EPISODE 5
(BOY'S POV)
"GO!! Joe won't be as forgiving as me. RUN!!" she shouted at me with a strange emotion in her tone. I kept looking at her in disbelief. She actually sounded...
Worried.
I had probably just caused a riot at her home by my little game and here she was looking out for me. All that tough exterior yet she was actually soft inside. Or I could probably be overthinking. I was still lost in thoughts as the door slammed shut in my face. Is that any way to treat a guest?
The hug traced its way back to my thoughts and a smile set itself on my face. I had been a very naughty guest. I looked below the door and could still see her shadow standing still infront of the door. She was still there. All my will to leave the place, if there was any to begin with, died. I wanted to stay. To see how it worked out for her. To, if it came to it, help her. Afterall it was me who got her in trouble with her stepfather. I inhaled and toughened my chest up and readied my fist to knock on her door. But her voice stopped me. She was repeating something to herself. Like a prayer:
"Please God when I open that door may he have left. Please God when I open that door may he have left."
I stopped myself from knocking. I heard a male's voice say: "Fiona get out of the way let me handle that arse hat!"
She responded: "Cool it Joe. He's probably gone."
"I'll check just incase now move over" was the male's reply.
Her prayer came true. I decided to leave. As fast as I could I ran towards the street she and I came from. I hid there till I caught my breath. I turned to look at her building once more. To make a mental map of it incase I ever needed to come back here again. To see her. At that time, I hoped it'd be soon.
(GIRL'S POV)
I shut my eyes as Joe reached for the door knob and opened the door.
Nothing happened.
"He's gone" Joe said as he came back inside. Putting his lethal metal tool, which he probably hoped to use as a weapon, in his pocket. He probably felt like he'd scared the boy off. That'd be good for his ego. He'd feel good about himself if he thought thats what really happened. Men.
"But my enormous hunger aint gone Joe. I want food and I want it now. My stomach is sending out distress signals in some weird language. Wait let me translate them (FLICKS HER FINGER IN MID-AIR FOR A FEW SECONDS) so the translation is: FEED ME JOE. FEED ME OR THIS GIRL DIES" I said faking a serious tone.
"Well this girl aint gettin any food till I find out who that grabby lover boy was" said Joe in an equally serious but highly non-fake tone.
I pondered for a few moments and then said: "Some drunk loser from my French class who's been trying to ask me out on a date for months. Happy? Now feed me or I'll be forced to use your wrench against you" I lied. Quite skillfully might I add.
Joe looked at me for a while as if performing a lie detection test and then sighed. "Alright pipsqueek. Food's in the oven. Maccaroni and cheese. Dont overheat it or it'll burn your mouth."
"I'll try to heat it just right papa bear" I chuckled as I remembered goldilocks and the three bears.
"Fiona" Joe said softly.
"Yeah Joe?"
"Be more careful next time. You're all I got." Joe said in an unmistakenably sad voice.
A sad smile lit up my face. I hugged Joe tight and said: "You got it semi-dad"
Joe smiled and sent me off to the kitchen with a push. Mac and cheese here I come.
(END OF EPISODE 5)
(BOY'S POV)
"GO!! Joe won't be as forgiving as me. RUN!!" she shouted at me with a strange emotion in her tone. I kept looking at her in disbelief. She actually sounded...
Worried.
I had probably just caused a riot at her home by my little game and here she was looking out for me. All that tough exterior yet she was actually soft inside. Or I could probably be overthinking. I was still lost in thoughts as the door slammed shut in my face. Is that any way to treat a guest?
The hug traced its way back to my thoughts and a smile set itself on my face. I had been a very naughty guest. I looked below the door and could still see her shadow standing still infront of the door. She was still there. All my will to leave the place, if there was any to begin with, died. I wanted to stay. To see how it worked out for her. To, if it came to it, help her. Afterall it was me who got her in trouble with her stepfather. I inhaled and toughened my chest up and readied my fist to knock on her door. But her voice stopped me. She was repeating something to herself. Like a prayer:
"Please God when I open that door may he have left. Please God when I open that door may he have left."
I stopped myself from knocking. I heard a male's voice say: "Fiona get out of the way let me handle that arse hat!"
She responded: "Cool it Joe. He's probably gone."
"I'll check just incase now move over" was the male's reply.
Her prayer came true. I decided to leave. As fast as I could I ran towards the street she and I came from. I hid there till I caught my breath. I turned to look at her building once more. To make a mental map of it incase I ever needed to come back here again. To see her. At that time, I hoped it'd be soon.
(GIRL'S POV)
I shut my eyes as Joe reached for the door knob and opened the door.
Nothing happened.
"He's gone" Joe said as he came back inside. Putting his lethal metal tool, which he probably hoped to use as a weapon, in his pocket. He probably felt like he'd scared the boy off. That'd be good for his ego. He'd feel good about himself if he thought thats what really happened. Men.
"But my enormous hunger aint gone Joe. I want food and I want it now. My stomach is sending out distress signals in some weird language. Wait let me translate them (FLICKS HER FINGER IN MID-AIR FOR A FEW SECONDS) so the translation is: FEED ME JOE. FEED ME OR THIS GIRL DIES" I said faking a serious tone.
"Well this girl aint gettin any food till I find out who that grabby lover boy was" said Joe in an equally serious but highly non-fake tone.
I pondered for a few moments and then said: "Some drunk loser from my French class who's been trying to ask me out on a date for months. Happy? Now feed me or I'll be forced to use your wrench against you" I lied. Quite skillfully might I add.
Joe looked at me for a while as if performing a lie detection test and then sighed. "Alright pipsqueek. Food's in the oven. Maccaroni and cheese. Dont overheat it or it'll burn your mouth."
"I'll try to heat it just right papa bear" I chuckled as I remembered goldilocks and the three bears.
"Fiona" Joe said softly.
"Yeah Joe?"
"Be more careful next time. You're all I got." Joe said in an unmistakenably sad voice.
A sad smile lit up my face. I hugged Joe tight and said: "You got it semi-dad"
Joe smiled and sent me off to the kitchen with a push. Mac and cheese here I come.
(END OF EPISODE 5)
Episode 6:
PREVIOUSLY IN EPISODE 5
A sad smile lit up my face. I hugged Joe tight and said: "You got it semi-dad"
Joe smiled and sent me off to the kitchen with a push. Mac and cheese here I come.
EPISODE 6:
WRITER'S NOTE
GUY'S NAME WILL BE JASON. I DONT HATE IT AS MUCH AS I HATE THE NAME FIONA. I THINK. MEH WHAT THE HAY. HOPE YOU LIKE THE EPISODE
JASON'S POV
Getting back home seemed to be the end of my little adventure. However I knew better that what had stirred in my mind and maybe my heart too was more lasting. Maybe soon I'd try meeting her again. Whether she wants to or not. I smiled to myself as I thought the last bit.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"" A multitude of voices shouted instaneously as I opened my home's front door.
"Woah! you guys thanks for the surprise!" I responded cheerfully.
My mom, Pete and dad came one after another and hugged me. Each with their own wishes. Pete made sure to insert a spit wet finger popularly known as a wet willy into my ear as he hugged me.
"You're as gross as ever dude. Sometimes its a surprise that you're my older brother. When'd you get home?" I said to Pete as I chuckled and started looking for something to clean up my hearing organ.
"Just over an hour ago. Wouldnt miss my baby brother's little birthday for the world."
He said as he ruffled my hair up.
"Eighteenth birthday Pete. Not a baby anymore. Younger brother. Get along with the times." I replied and chuckled as I headed over to the kitchen assuming thats where the cake was.
"Simmer down you two. I didn't spend all day baking a Black Forest for it to melt while you two have your little brotherly reunion" Mom said as she ushered Pete into the kitchen after me.
Dad brought the presents out on the dining table. "Here ya go buddy. This one's from me. The neatly packed one's from your dear mother and this messed up thing that looks like a rhino sat on it is Pete's gift" He said pointing at the gifts
"I beg thy pardon! Its packed with utmost affection and care!" Pete joked terribly failing at faking a British accent.
"Haha thanks guys. You're the best. Cake time!" I said excitedly making everyone laugh. It had been customary for me to rush to the cake on every family birthday eversince I was a kid. I could never help it. I loved mom's baking to the core of my young heart.
I cut the cake. The celebration was fun. I suffered through getting face plastered with cake. Pete made sure to it that no part of my face was left un-caked.
"So what's gotten you all charged up Jay" Peter asked me using my childhood nickname as the both of us were cleaning up after the party.
"Charged up?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly at him
"Happy. Cheerful. Something's up and as much as I know you its all linked to someone from the other gender" He read me like a book. He put aside the dish he was washing and crossed his arms over his chest and turned to me.
"Pete know something?" I asked him mock seriously
"Yeah bud? Everythin alright?" He immediately got into his concern mode
"You're not as dum as you look." I said as I laughed at him
He smirked in reply. "So it IS a girl huh?"
"I dunno Pete. I just met her. Who knows maybe I'll forget her in a few days." Maybe. Maybe not. Most definitely not. I said to him while thinking the latter to myself.
"Hmm. You'll know where it goes in some time. Dont get your hopes up though."
He advised.
He was well aware of my last romantic mishap. Nope still not gonna think about it.
"Yeah I know. Lets get some sleep." I stashed the clean dishes and headed towards the stairs that led to our joint room. "Night Pete. Great to have you back"
"Haha night squirt" He chuckled as he dryed his hands and went to the TV lounge to watch something that bored him enough to fall asleep. Poor guy. He'd never had enough luck falling asleep.
END OF EPISODE 6.
A sad smile lit up my face. I hugged Joe tight and said: "You got it semi-dad"
Joe smiled and sent me off to the kitchen with a push. Mac and cheese here I come.
EPISODE 6:
WRITER'S NOTE
GUY'S NAME WILL BE JASON. I DONT HATE IT AS MUCH AS I HATE THE NAME FIONA. I THINK. MEH WHAT THE HAY. HOPE YOU LIKE THE EPISODE
JASON'S POV
Getting back home seemed to be the end of my little adventure. However I knew better that what had stirred in my mind and maybe my heart too was more lasting. Maybe soon I'd try meeting her again. Whether she wants to or not. I smiled to myself as I thought the last bit.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"" A multitude of voices shouted instaneously as I opened my home's front door.
"Woah! you guys thanks for the surprise!" I responded cheerfully.
My mom, Pete and dad came one after another and hugged me. Each with their own wishes. Pete made sure to insert a spit wet finger popularly known as a wet willy into my ear as he hugged me.
"You're as gross as ever dude. Sometimes its a surprise that you're my older brother. When'd you get home?" I said to Pete as I chuckled and started looking for something to clean up my hearing organ.
"Just over an hour ago. Wouldnt miss my baby brother's little birthday for the world."
He said as he ruffled my hair up.
"Eighteenth birthday Pete. Not a baby anymore. Younger brother. Get along with the times." I replied and chuckled as I headed over to the kitchen assuming thats where the cake was.
"Simmer down you two. I didn't spend all day baking a Black Forest for it to melt while you two have your little brotherly reunion" Mom said as she ushered Pete into the kitchen after me.
Dad brought the presents out on the dining table. "Here ya go buddy. This one's from me. The neatly packed one's from your dear mother and this messed up thing that looks like a rhino sat on it is Pete's gift" He said pointing at the gifts
"I beg thy pardon! Its packed with utmost affection and care!" Pete joked terribly failing at faking a British accent.
"Haha thanks guys. You're the best. Cake time!" I said excitedly making everyone laugh. It had been customary for me to rush to the cake on every family birthday eversince I was a kid. I could never help it. I loved mom's baking to the core of my young heart.
I cut the cake. The celebration was fun. I suffered through getting face plastered with cake. Pete made sure to it that no part of my face was left un-caked.
"So what's gotten you all charged up Jay" Peter asked me using my childhood nickname as the both of us were cleaning up after the party.
"Charged up?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly at him
"Happy. Cheerful. Something's up and as much as I know you its all linked to someone from the other gender" He read me like a book. He put aside the dish he was washing and crossed his arms over his chest and turned to me.
"Pete know something?" I asked him mock seriously
"Yeah bud? Everythin alright?" He immediately got into his concern mode
"You're not as dum as you look." I said as I laughed at him
He smirked in reply. "So it IS a girl huh?"
"I dunno Pete. I just met her. Who knows maybe I'll forget her in a few days." Maybe. Maybe not. Most definitely not. I said to him while thinking the latter to myself.
"Hmm. You'll know where it goes in some time. Dont get your hopes up though."
He advised.
He was well aware of my last romantic mishap. Nope still not gonna think about it.
"Yeah I know. Lets get some sleep." I stashed the clean dishes and headed towards the stairs that led to our joint room. "Night Pete. Great to have you back"
"Haha night squirt" He chuckled as he dryed his hands and went to the TV lounge to watch something that bored him enough to fall asleep. Poor guy. He'd never had enough luck falling asleep.
END OF EPISODE 6.
Episode 7:
EPISODE 7
FIONA's POV
Joe insisted on driving me to school the next day. Stupid lover boy had given the guy doubts about MY security. Joe used to believe that me against a gang of armed thugs would be unfair. FOR THEM. And now the very same Joe hesitated in sending me to school alone. If I ever encounter that slap magnet again he's gonna end up an ashpile of hurt and broken bones.
Dammed New Jersey. A gazzillion half a century old buildings filled its streets but the local authorities just simply had to enforce a court order to renovate our school. Something about finding a dead dog and a few snake eggs on school premises deemed it unfit for schooling until renovation and cleaning. What a load of bull. Our schooling had to be shifted to another school building for a month. A month full of new faces and attitudes that I'll have to put up with. Annoying.
(JASON's POV)
"Wake up"
A feminine voice said softly
"Wake up dear"
Dear? This was starting to get interesting.
"Wake up Jason"
And she knew my name. Cool
"Jason you better wake up this instance or I'll have Pete throw you in the car!" she shouted with a sudden fit of rage.
I reluctantly woke up from my fantasies to realise that the voice was my mother's. And something I knew from experience was that the car threat was no joking matter.
"Well rested dear?" mom asked with a smile as if the threatening part never happened.
I yawned in reply.
Half an hour later I was reasonably dressed and fed and in the car. I'd asked Pete to drive me because I was too sleepy to. I tried falling asleep on the way but failed because Pete made sure to keep punching my arm every five minutes to keep me awake. This was probably well deserved because I woke him up at 6 in the morning to drive me to school.
I got out of the car outside school and waved Pete bye. Alotta new kids were wandering around. I recalled the janitor talking about some temporary student arrangement or whatever. I would have ignored them entirely.
If my eyes hadnt landed on her in the crowd.
She hadnt seen me yet. She kept facing the ground. Weird much?
FIONA's POV
I kept whispering to myself "If you dont stop looking at me right now im going to rip every hair off your head and slap you if you scream" Why the hell was he here? Was he stalking me? He oughta die at my hands. Soon. I kept looking down to avoid eye contact. But that attention leech had other plans. He walked over to me. I kept ignoring him and looking towards the ground even when he was right infront of me and I was unintentionally staring at his shoes. For a douche his choice of shoes wasnt too bad.
"Lucky me" he spoke first
I turned to look up at him. For a few seconds I kept looking. It couldnt be. It wasnt that dark last night was it? He wasnt this good looking last night. Over night plastic surgery maybe? No. Face enhancing magic? Yeah. Sure. You rock Fiona. Great deduction. Dumass.
"Like what you see?" He said as he flashed me a cocky grin.
"Nope. Just waiting for it to go away." I replied passively
"Hey. Im no it. Im a him" He mocked being offended
"Go away." I said
"But then who'll give you a tour of the whole place?" He tried to get friendly.
"My feet and legs. They'll take me all around the whole world if I need them to. No thanks for your cheesy offer" I started walking away from him.
He held my hand from behind and stopped me.
(END OF EPISODE 7)
FIONA's POV
Joe insisted on driving me to school the next day. Stupid lover boy had given the guy doubts about MY security. Joe used to believe that me against a gang of armed thugs would be unfair. FOR THEM. And now the very same Joe hesitated in sending me to school alone. If I ever encounter that slap magnet again he's gonna end up an ashpile of hurt and broken bones.
Dammed New Jersey. A gazzillion half a century old buildings filled its streets but the local authorities just simply had to enforce a court order to renovate our school. Something about finding a dead dog and a few snake eggs on school premises deemed it unfit for schooling until renovation and cleaning. What a load of bull. Our schooling had to be shifted to another school building for a month. A month full of new faces and attitudes that I'll have to put up with. Annoying.
(JASON's POV)
"Wake up"
A feminine voice said softly
"Wake up dear"
Dear? This was starting to get interesting.
"Wake up Jason"
And she knew my name. Cool
"Jason you better wake up this instance or I'll have Pete throw you in the car!" she shouted with a sudden fit of rage.
I reluctantly woke up from my fantasies to realise that the voice was my mother's. And something I knew from experience was that the car threat was no joking matter.
"Well rested dear?" mom asked with a smile as if the threatening part never happened.
I yawned in reply.
Half an hour later I was reasonably dressed and fed and in the car. I'd asked Pete to drive me because I was too sleepy to. I tried falling asleep on the way but failed because Pete made sure to keep punching my arm every five minutes to keep me awake. This was probably well deserved because I woke him up at 6 in the morning to drive me to school.
I got out of the car outside school and waved Pete bye. Alotta new kids were wandering around. I recalled the janitor talking about some temporary student arrangement or whatever. I would have ignored them entirely.
If my eyes hadnt landed on her in the crowd.
She hadnt seen me yet. She kept facing the ground. Weird much?
FIONA's POV
I kept whispering to myself "If you dont stop looking at me right now im going to rip every hair off your head and slap you if you scream" Why the hell was he here? Was he stalking me? He oughta die at my hands. Soon. I kept looking down to avoid eye contact. But that attention leech had other plans. He walked over to me. I kept ignoring him and looking towards the ground even when he was right infront of me and I was unintentionally staring at his shoes. For a douche his choice of shoes wasnt too bad.
"Lucky me" he spoke first
I turned to look up at him. For a few seconds I kept looking. It couldnt be. It wasnt that dark last night was it? He wasnt this good looking last night. Over night plastic surgery maybe? No. Face enhancing magic? Yeah. Sure. You rock Fiona. Great deduction. Dumass.
"Like what you see?" He said as he flashed me a cocky grin.
"Nope. Just waiting for it to go away." I replied passively
"Hey. Im no it. Im a him" He mocked being offended
"Go away." I said
"But then who'll give you a tour of the whole place?" He tried to get friendly.
"My feet and legs. They'll take me all around the whole world if I need them to. No thanks for your cheesy offer" I started walking away from him.
He held my hand from behind and stopped me.
(END OF EPISODE 7)
Episode 8:
JASON'S POV:
Her arm was soft but it tensed up under my touch. She acted so tough. Why did she have to act this way? What made her be like this?
"Let.me.go" She said, pausing after every word. I had to know what made her want to be so tough.
"Not here. Not now. Leave me alone." She uttered in an almost crackling tone. Was she about to cry? Or was this anger?
"Please.." Her voice was fading away. And then...
She fainted. She fell towards me and I supported her body.
Holy shit. SHE FAINTED. I was panicking inside. People hadnt noticed yet. She'd be embarrassed if they did.
I quickly searched my bag hoping to find my sunglasses in there. I never wore them. Ever. But I kept them in my bag. Always. I hoped always included today and right now.
"Found it!" I shouted in celebration of my little success. Eyes turned to me. People around me were looking at me. And the passed out girl...leaning against me.
Nothing else mattered for the next few seconds. She looked so peaceful. Her face looked so much at rest.
I got myself out of my little lost in thoughts moment and put the sunglass on her. I put her arm around my shoulder and mine around her waist. I started pretending to the people that we were a couple and walked us out of the scenario and to a bench nearby. I made sure to get some water from a groundwater sprinkler on our way to the bench.
I sat her down at the bench. I tried to be as gentle as I could. Not that I paid much attention in first aid seminars but I remembered hearing something about fainted people being at a much higher risk of getting injured than..well everybody else seeing as they are totally knocked out.
I sprinkled some water on her face from my wet hand. Her face nudged by a bit. I kept doing it. Her eyes fluttered. She slowly regained consciousness. She wasnt completely in her senses yet. I softly asked her?
"Are you alright?"
"...Vaso..vagal...syncope..." was her soft and almost incoherrent response.
"Wha-at?" I asked confusingly
"Come closer.." was all she needed to say. I slowly and steadily leaned in closer to her face. Her breath hit my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I was lost in that moment.
And thats why I didnt realised when she headbutted me with full force riht on my forehead. The agony. The pain. I fell back and off the bench. I couldnt help but groan in pain.
"Thats for making me faint!" She angrily hissed the words at me.
"How in God's name did I.....*FLASHBACK (vaso...vagaal...syncope)END FLASHBACK"
"I faint when my stress levels get too high. Especially in public. In places full of people." She said as she took off my slightly damaged sunglasses and threw them in my lap. Poor thing didnt escape the wrath of the headbutt. As her words registered in my head, I immediately felt immensely guilty. I caused that.
"Stay away from me from now on. You're nothing to me. One or two incidents doesnt make us anything. Not friends not anything else. Understand?" Her words cut through my ears. I faced the ground. I couldnt keep a sad frown off my face.
*FIONA'S POV*
He looked ashamed. He should be. He caused this.
But he was quiet. He looked miserable.
"Im sorry. Im so sorry...Please tell me you forgive me I feel so terrible. I didnt know."
He looked sad. I didnt want it to get like this. I wanted to say "Its okay. Im fine. Alls well that ends well" But instead, out of nowhere a slip of my tongue made me say: "Stay away from me. I never want to meet you again"
Shit. I didnt want to say that. His face paled as soon as I said that. His sad face looked painfully upset now. What had I done. He slowly stood up and turned his back to me and started to leave. Not before saying in a painful voice:
"I really am sorry Fiona." and then he walked away.
Shit.
I couldnt stop him. Could I? I could. But I needed time for this to blow over. Both of us were not in a state to talk at that moment. My eyes found his sunglasses lying where he was sitting.
A bit of hope found its way to my mind. I took out a slip of paper from my backpack. And with my pen I wrote something on it and stuck it in the sunglasses' lens and left the scene quickly.
Three Days passed.
I didnt see him at school anymore. I'd go to that bench everyday. The note and the sunglasses were there. No one had moved or picked them up. I checked. Once to twice everyday. Dammit. He hadnt read it yet. That bench must have been haunted or something. No one but me ever seemed to show up there. Another thing that made me come up with the haunted theory was that the glasses and note never moved an inch from their place.
Where was he?
JASON'S POV:
(Three days ago)
"Stay away from me. I never want to meet you again"
Pain. Right above my left lung. Thats where my heart was supposed to be. Was it even pain or was I imagining it. It was so unbearable. I slowly got up to leave. I couldnt keep my face from expressing sadness.
"I really am sorry Fiona." I said softly and left as quick as I could. I wanted to get away from that place. I could have gotten her seriously injured. I walked and walked until I was almost a mile away from school. I recognised the street which led to my block and started walking towards it. When I got home mom and dad got surprised and started asking questions. There words werent making sense. I lazily said:
"Not feeling so great. Going to bed"
And thats where I remained for almost the next three days except to go to the toilet and to grab an occasional snack. Mum and dad brought me food in bed and Pete rented alotta movies and moved the gaming console to my room and we'd play mortal combat all day long. They didnt ask me what happened. I dont know how but they understood. Maybe Mom and dad didnt but Pete did. And he made them understand too. They didnt ask. I didnt tell. Frankly I didnt want to talk about it either.
She probably hated me now. It had taken me such a little time to fall for a complete stranger. And even lesser time to get so badly rejected. Well not that I had asked her out or anything but I wasnt going to anymore even if I may had planned to.
The doorbell rang. Pete went to answer it only to come back only a few minutes later with something in his hands. My sunglasses. I'd almost forgotten about them.
"No one was out there. These were hanging from the doorknob. Here" He handed it to me.
A note was stuck to its lens. I pulled it out and read it.
"Im sorry. For punching you. For slapping you. Twice. For injuring your foot with my heel shoes. For slamming the door in your face. For headbutting you. For saying i dont want to meet you again. Because its not entirely true. Im okay with meeting you again. And I wont run into you wearing heel shoes, carrying quick drying glue. I'll try carrying some non-sticky substance this time. And I'll wear softer shoes. So. Im sorry."
Pete could have sworn to god he had never seen me smile like that before.
END OF EPISODE 8
PLEASE DO READ AND REVIEW.
P.S Vasovagal Syncope is the disorder behind common fainting. The underlying reaction can be triggered by a number of things. An individual known to faint at the sight of blood, in high stress situations, or during public speaking is suffering from Vasovagal syncope.
Her arm was soft but it tensed up under my touch. She acted so tough. Why did she have to act this way? What made her be like this?
"Let.me.go" She said, pausing after every word. I had to know what made her want to be so tough.
"Not here. Not now. Leave me alone." She uttered in an almost crackling tone. Was she about to cry? Or was this anger?
"Please.." Her voice was fading away. And then...
She fainted. She fell towards me and I supported her body.
Holy shit. SHE FAINTED. I was panicking inside. People hadnt noticed yet. She'd be embarrassed if they did.
I quickly searched my bag hoping to find my sunglasses in there. I never wore them. Ever. But I kept them in my bag. Always. I hoped always included today and right now.
"Found it!" I shouted in celebration of my little success. Eyes turned to me. People around me were looking at me. And the passed out girl...leaning against me.
Nothing else mattered for the next few seconds. She looked so peaceful. Her face looked so much at rest.
I got myself out of my little lost in thoughts moment and put the sunglass on her. I put her arm around my shoulder and mine around her waist. I started pretending to the people that we were a couple and walked us out of the scenario and to a bench nearby. I made sure to get some water from a groundwater sprinkler on our way to the bench.
I sat her down at the bench. I tried to be as gentle as I could. Not that I paid much attention in first aid seminars but I remembered hearing something about fainted people being at a much higher risk of getting injured than..well everybody else seeing as they are totally knocked out.
I sprinkled some water on her face from my wet hand. Her face nudged by a bit. I kept doing it. Her eyes fluttered. She slowly regained consciousness. She wasnt completely in her senses yet. I softly asked her?
"Are you alright?"
"...Vaso..vagal...syncope..." was her soft and almost incoherrent response.
"Wha-at?" I asked confusingly
"Come closer.." was all she needed to say. I slowly and steadily leaned in closer to her face. Her breath hit my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I was lost in that moment.
And thats why I didnt realised when she headbutted me with full force riht on my forehead. The agony. The pain. I fell back and off the bench. I couldnt help but groan in pain.
"Thats for making me faint!" She angrily hissed the words at me.
"How in God's name did I.....*FLASHBACK (vaso...vagaal...syncope)END FLASHBACK"
"I faint when my stress levels get too high. Especially in public. In places full of people." She said as she took off my slightly damaged sunglasses and threw them in my lap. Poor thing didnt escape the wrath of the headbutt. As her words registered in my head, I immediately felt immensely guilty. I caused that.
"Stay away from me from now on. You're nothing to me. One or two incidents doesnt make us anything. Not friends not anything else. Understand?" Her words cut through my ears. I faced the ground. I couldnt keep a sad frown off my face.
*FIONA'S POV*
He looked ashamed. He should be. He caused this.
But he was quiet. He looked miserable.
"Im sorry. Im so sorry...Please tell me you forgive me I feel so terrible. I didnt know."
He looked sad. I didnt want it to get like this. I wanted to say "Its okay. Im fine. Alls well that ends well" But instead, out of nowhere a slip of my tongue made me say: "Stay away from me. I never want to meet you again"
Shit. I didnt want to say that. His face paled as soon as I said that. His sad face looked painfully upset now. What had I done. He slowly stood up and turned his back to me and started to leave. Not before saying in a painful voice:
"I really am sorry Fiona." and then he walked away.
Shit.
I couldnt stop him. Could I? I could. But I needed time for this to blow over. Both of us were not in a state to talk at that moment. My eyes found his sunglasses lying where he was sitting.
A bit of hope found its way to my mind. I took out a slip of paper from my backpack. And with my pen I wrote something on it and stuck it in the sunglasses' lens and left the scene quickly.
Three Days passed.
I didnt see him at school anymore. I'd go to that bench everyday. The note and the sunglasses were there. No one had moved or picked them up. I checked. Once to twice everyday. Dammit. He hadnt read it yet. That bench must have been haunted or something. No one but me ever seemed to show up there. Another thing that made me come up with the haunted theory was that the glasses and note never moved an inch from their place.
Where was he?
JASON'S POV:
(Three days ago)
"Stay away from me. I never want to meet you again"
Pain. Right above my left lung. Thats where my heart was supposed to be. Was it even pain or was I imagining it. It was so unbearable. I slowly got up to leave. I couldnt keep my face from expressing sadness.
"I really am sorry Fiona." I said softly and left as quick as I could. I wanted to get away from that place. I could have gotten her seriously injured. I walked and walked until I was almost a mile away from school. I recognised the street which led to my block and started walking towards it. When I got home mom and dad got surprised and started asking questions. There words werent making sense. I lazily said:
"Not feeling so great. Going to bed"
And thats where I remained for almost the next three days except to go to the toilet and to grab an occasional snack. Mum and dad brought me food in bed and Pete rented alotta movies and moved the gaming console to my room and we'd play mortal combat all day long. They didnt ask me what happened. I dont know how but they understood. Maybe Mom and dad didnt but Pete did. And he made them understand too. They didnt ask. I didnt tell. Frankly I didnt want to talk about it either.
She probably hated me now. It had taken me such a little time to fall for a complete stranger. And even lesser time to get so badly rejected. Well not that I had asked her out or anything but I wasnt going to anymore even if I may had planned to.
The doorbell rang. Pete went to answer it only to come back only a few minutes later with something in his hands. My sunglasses. I'd almost forgotten about them.
"No one was out there. These were hanging from the doorknob. Here" He handed it to me.
A note was stuck to its lens. I pulled it out and read it.
"Im sorry. For punching you. For slapping you. Twice. For injuring your foot with my heel shoes. For slamming the door in your face. For headbutting you. For saying i dont want to meet you again. Because its not entirely true. Im okay with meeting you again. And I wont run into you wearing heel shoes, carrying quick drying glue. I'll try carrying some non-sticky substance this time. And I'll wear softer shoes. So. Im sorry."
Pete could have sworn to god he had never seen me smile like that before.
END OF EPISODE 8
PLEASE DO READ AND REVIEW.
P.S Vasovagal Syncope is the disorder behind common fainting. The underlying reaction can be triggered by a number of things. An individual known to faint at the sight of blood, in high stress situations, or during public speaking is suffering from Vasovagal syncope.
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