I would have to say, that my soon-to-be boyfriend would have to be someone straight out from the storybooks or novels. You know, the ones with happy endings and the gals land straight into a big, nice, sensitive, (the list goes on and on) guy's arm?
I let the whole Andrew thing slipped out of my mind after I got this argument with Adam.
I was going to spill the beans on Adam, you know the girlfriend thing, when Adam decided to wrestle me on the hallway.
I mean, wrestle me?
That's crazy, even if he got me bashed up till my last tooth falls off, I'm still going to tell. And anyway, Adam's too immature to handle a girlfriend. But fortunately, Mum climbed up the stairs with the basket of laundry before I could kick him at the you-know-where.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Mum ordered. She stopped at the stairs and stare at the both of us, bug-eyed. I looked from Mum to Adam, and hurriedly let go of his arms, as he hurriedly straighten himself.
"Tae-Kwondo."
"Dancing class."
The both of us answered differently in unison.
I slapped my forehead. TaeKwondo and Dancing Class? Doesn't clash.
"Whatever, just get down." Mum said again, leaving this case close. "And since when did you two have Tae-kwondo or dancing classes?"
I glanced at Adam as we walked down the stairs, "Mum, I have something to tell you." I said, shooting him a very dangerous look. Then I smiled smugly. "You're not gonna like it..."
"What?" she asked, walking down the stairs after dropping the laundry upstairs to be done after dinner. Adam, finding no more excuses or anymore ways to stop me, finally tickled me on my belly.
Hello? No touchy-touchy!
Then I slapped him, not that he had enough of slaps from Mary and I. And he gawked. Mum totally stopped and looked me, her mouth open.
"Did you just slap your brother's face?"
"That's cuz' he touched me!"
"He what you?!"
"I tickled her."
"Why?"
"Because..."
There's the time I could spill the beans out!
"Because he has a girlfriend and I wanted to announce it and he wanted to stop me!" I grinned, filled with pride and self satisfaction. There, in any time now, mum's gonna totally blow. And I just can't wait.
*
Here I am, sitting across from Dad at the dining table. And no, Mum didn't blow.
Actually, she did. But not from anything I thought she was supposed to, but for joy. Because Adam had a girlfriend.
Mary.
And Mum doesn't even know who she is, what more how the both of them could be such a match. Dad just kept silent the whole conversation, and then he voiced out at the end.
"Bring her home, and we'll talk about it." And then he brought the plates to the sink as I slumped down my chair, playing the mash with my fork, and looking disgustedly at Adam and his overturned embarrassment to relief.
"Mum, how could you be happy for him?" I asked, "He's 15, and Mary's 13."
Mum didn't look up from her plate, nor did she stop smiling. "13? That's sweet."
WHAT?!
"Okayy... you have officially gone crazy." After dinner, I was going to scoop the truth out of Mary, and leave Mum and Adam, talking about what I don't want to know about yet.
You already guessed it.
*
My maroon coloured cordless phone was laying right there. And I had to just pick it up, dial her number, and talk. I was sitting leg-crossed on my bed, Adam downstairs with Mum and Dad watching news on TV. No one was going to invade in right now. I have two choices:
So whatever, I called. And dialed.
"Heyyy." She said into the phone. Ugh, she must have thought it was my brother.
"Look, this is not Adam. This is Winnie, and I need explanation."
She snorted. "What kinda explanation?"
I snorted back, way louder.
"The explanation that you are irrevocably in love with my brother."
"Gosh, you make me sound like I'm Bella Swan or something."
"Whatever, just spill. How could you like him, when you've slapped him on the face, and accused he actually got your brother into this situation?" I wasn't boiling or anything, but I was gittery and nervous. Talking to Mary at a time like this, I would actually pass.
"I didn't accuse him of spoiling my brother's future, because he really did it. But my mutual feelings for him, is - is - " she started, "real. I do like him, spoiling my bro's future or not."
I wanted to laugh out loud. This is so stupid, me and Mary? Talking about my disgusting, grotesque brother.
"You know, I don't know why you're angry at me for." I tried to turn the topic to us. "You know perfectly well, that I have no other friends apart from you..."
She didn't talk for a while.
"And I had no clue that whatever happened in the past concerned me or whatsoever!"
"I know," she replied."I thought, that, it was some joke, you bringing your brother. But I know, you didn't know. So I just had to calm down a little. I'm sorry I still haven't talked to you, I wanted to. I just didn't know where to start."
Okay, so there we go: I straightened out with Mary. Or Mary straightened it out with me. I guess I asked too much for explanations because as I listened, she explained further and further that she was sorry and that we should be friends and she even said if we were there, together, she'd be giving me a hug.
So finally, I stopped her because I totally got the message straight.
"Okay, I get it, Princess Mia." I said, because you know, Mia goes into details in Princess Diaries? Yeah, I was trying to say that, but she didn't get me. And I heard footsteps coming up, so I just told her I was going to talk to her tomorrow and that she was in trouble for dating such a low-class guy. And I hung up.
I heard Adam walked into his room and closed the door behind him.
I could snoop now and put my ear to his door and see what he's doing, but I guess I've been snooping enough.
*
When the clock hits midnight, I walked out of my room in my cotton PJs and down the staircase. Since it's Friday, I'm treating myself ice-cream in the middle of the night and watch some stuff on the TV. It's been long I haven't hogged a remote control out of someone's hand. I probably should do it soon. Randomly, out of the blues.
I opened the fridge and took the chocolate chip ice cream, Haagan Dazs, Yes! out of the fridge and got a spoon out, too. Then I climbed over the couch at the living room and turned on the TV. Today turned out to have accomplished something. I smiled to myself.
90210 was on right then.
You know, the guys are hot and all, but seriously, there's no need for the girls to just go bed-hopping all the time. It's just risking their own rep. I browsed through loads more of shows, and finally I found my all time fave -- iCarly.
In the middle of the night, yes. I haven't watched this episode, so I cleared out all of the stuff piling up in my brain and just threw it. After that show, I lingered a while longer. And at 1.55 am, I crept up and slept.
*
I let the whole Andrew thing slipped out of my mind after I got this argument with Adam.
I was going to spill the beans on Adam, you know the girlfriend thing, when Adam decided to wrestle me on the hallway.
I mean, wrestle me?
That's crazy, even if he got me bashed up till my last tooth falls off, I'm still going to tell. And anyway, Adam's too immature to handle a girlfriend. But fortunately, Mum climbed up the stairs with the basket of laundry before I could kick him at the you-know-where.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Mum ordered. She stopped at the stairs and stare at the both of us, bug-eyed. I looked from Mum to Adam, and hurriedly let go of his arms, as he hurriedly straighten himself.
"Tae-Kwondo."
"Dancing class."
The both of us answered differently in unison.
I slapped my forehead. TaeKwondo and Dancing Class? Doesn't clash.
"Whatever, just get down." Mum said again, leaving this case close. "And since when did you two have Tae-kwondo or dancing classes?"
I glanced at Adam as we walked down the stairs, "Mum, I have something to tell you." I said, shooting him a very dangerous look. Then I smiled smugly. "You're not gonna like it..."
"What?" she asked, walking down the stairs after dropping the laundry upstairs to be done after dinner. Adam, finding no more excuses or anymore ways to stop me, finally tickled me on my belly.
Hello? No touchy-touchy!
Then I slapped him, not that he had enough of slaps from Mary and I. And he gawked. Mum totally stopped and looked me, her mouth open.
"Did you just slap your brother's face?"
"That's cuz' he touched me!"
"He what you?!"
"I tickled her."
"Why?"
"Because..."
There's the time I could spill the beans out!
"Because he has a girlfriend and I wanted to announce it and he wanted to stop me!" I grinned, filled with pride and self satisfaction. There, in any time now, mum's gonna totally blow. And I just can't wait.
*
Here I am, sitting across from Dad at the dining table. And no, Mum didn't blow.
Actually, she did. But not from anything I thought she was supposed to, but for joy. Because Adam had a girlfriend.
Mary.
And Mum doesn't even know who she is, what more how the both of them could be such a match. Dad just kept silent the whole conversation, and then he voiced out at the end.
"Bring her home, and we'll talk about it." And then he brought the plates to the sink as I slumped down my chair, playing the mash with my fork, and looking disgustedly at Adam and his overturned embarrassment to relief.
"Mum, how could you be happy for him?" I asked, "He's 15, and Mary's 13."
Mum didn't look up from her plate, nor did she stop smiling. "13? That's sweet."
WHAT?!
"Okayy... you have officially gone crazy." After dinner, I was going to scoop the truth out of Mary, and leave Mum and Adam, talking about what I don't want to know about yet.
You already guessed it.
*
My maroon coloured cordless phone was laying right there. And I had to just pick it up, dial her number, and talk. I was sitting leg-crossed on my bed, Adam downstairs with Mum and Dad watching news on TV. No one was going to invade in right now. I have two choices:
- Call Mary.
- Listen to Mum's conversation with Adam and watch him go red, since it wasn't such a comfortable topic.
So whatever, I called. And dialed.
"Heyyy." She said into the phone. Ugh, she must have thought it was my brother.
"Look, this is not Adam. This is Winnie, and I need explanation."
She snorted. "What kinda explanation?"
I snorted back, way louder.
"The explanation that you are irrevocably in love with my brother."
"Gosh, you make me sound like I'm Bella Swan or something."
"Whatever, just spill. How could you like him, when you've slapped him on the face, and accused he actually got your brother into this situation?" I wasn't boiling or anything, but I was gittery and nervous. Talking to Mary at a time like this, I would actually pass.
"I didn't accuse him of spoiling my brother's future, because he really did it. But my mutual feelings for him, is - is - " she started, "real. I do like him, spoiling my bro's future or not."
I wanted to laugh out loud. This is so stupid, me and Mary? Talking about my disgusting, grotesque brother.
"You know, I don't know why you're angry at me for." I tried to turn the topic to us. "You know perfectly well, that I have no other friends apart from you..."
She didn't talk for a while.
"And I had no clue that whatever happened in the past concerned me or whatsoever!"
"I know," she replied."I thought, that, it was some joke, you bringing your brother. But I know, you didn't know. So I just had to calm down a little. I'm sorry I still haven't talked to you, I wanted to. I just didn't know where to start."
Okay, so there we go: I straightened out with Mary. Or Mary straightened it out with me. I guess I asked too much for explanations because as I listened, she explained further and further that she was sorry and that we should be friends and she even said if we were there, together, she'd be giving me a hug.
So finally, I stopped her because I totally got the message straight.
"Okay, I get it, Princess Mia." I said, because you know, Mia goes into details in Princess Diaries? Yeah, I was trying to say that, but she didn't get me. And I heard footsteps coming up, so I just told her I was going to talk to her tomorrow and that she was in trouble for dating such a low-class guy. And I hung up.
I heard Adam walked into his room and closed the door behind him.
I could snoop now and put my ear to his door and see what he's doing, but I guess I've been snooping enough.
*
When the clock hits midnight, I walked out of my room in my cotton PJs and down the staircase. Since it's Friday, I'm treating myself ice-cream in the middle of the night and watch some stuff on the TV. It's been long I haven't hogged a remote control out of someone's hand. I probably should do it soon. Randomly, out of the blues.
I opened the fridge and took the chocolate chip ice cream, Haagan Dazs, Yes! out of the fridge and got a spoon out, too. Then I climbed over the couch at the living room and turned on the TV. Today turned out to have accomplished something. I smiled to myself.
90210 was on right then.
You know, the guys are hot and all, but seriously, there's no need for the girls to just go bed-hopping all the time. It's just risking their own rep. I browsed through loads more of shows, and finally I found my all time fave -- iCarly.
In the middle of the night, yes. I haven't watched this episode, so I cleared out all of the stuff piling up in my brain and just threw it. After that show, I lingered a while longer. And at 1.55 am, I crept up and slept.
*
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