Loud shouts, loud thumps of two hearts resonated throughout the room...
"Hey, Bantam!" he yelled, calling me with a name of a type of chicken that is short in both height and weight.
'What in the world is his problem? He has so many of them that I can imagine him, owning the whole world's dilemma. I still can't believe that I'm being this infuriated early in the morning.' I thought.
You asked, who? He's Daren Pirouette, my roommate and my king, or at least in my side of the story. But he's been literally acting like that of a king though. He had been such a bossy figure, his face does not go with his attitude at all.
Despite being the most good looking person in my eyes, and that is a fact, and yet he is likely the rudest person I met my whole life and probably until my last span of life. He's really that kind of person, I guess?
He fully turned to me then, "I'm talking to you, midget," he continued, still yelling.
I mean, see my point? He is freaking like that each and every day. Would he ever change? If yes, he'll probably be a hundred times worse.
He yanked my ear, almost tearing it apart from my head, "Ah! My ear!" That fucking hurts! "Stop it, will you?" I hissed back at him.
'He is so annoying, never even failed to irritate each bit of my patience. History likes to repeat itself every day, and I can't deny that I really am its favorite victim.' If I may add.
His black deep-set eyes gazed right through my soul, appearing like that of the scrutinizing depths of the galaxy itself with a small glimpse of luminous stars.
Oh, how I still love the view of those said marbles despite his teases and such, for they glimmer when doing so.
"That would not hurt if you paid attention to me earlier." Look who's talking. Just wow! "So as I was saying, I've got a favor." Again with his stares, I always melt unconsciously just with these small gestures. His remarkable eyes sparkled wildly.
"Oh, really? Who cares?" Not turning, I daunted back nonchalantly.
"How dare you, lady?" He seemed pissed as of the moment and his clenched jaw was quite evident. His already magnificent eyes became more attractive, as he shows his somewhat outrage.
Well, he started it might as well end it in my own way.
"So, I'm a lady now? How come?" I questioned out of the blue, not caring for what's going on.
"Stop right there, missy. You will come with me to the drug store. I'm not asking, this is an order," he insisted without even thinking within my perspective.
But apparently, that is far from what I want. I like him when he's annoyed. I want his animosity.
"As if someone minds upon it? Do you, Mr. Racoon?" I asked my stuffed toy playfully.
'Why not try to use this situation to piss him off, that might render him more appealing to my sight?' I asked myself.
'Then again, yes. He happens to be desirable either when happy or disturbed.' My naughty mind wandered.
"Oh, no you don't, diminutive shrimp," about to burst, he roared across the room.
"Wait right there, Behemoth, where are we going, you say?" I called him as I referred to a monstrous animal from the Bible.
"Just across the street, pygmy, the drug stores," he stated as if he was already bored of the topic.
"Will you please stop with the names?" I unconsciously muttered.
"And why? It actually suits you.
Those words are specially made for the likes of you, don't you agree?"
Oh, how he loves to hurt my pride, real bad. I am fully aware that I lack in height but he's being too harsh to the point that he'll designate me with such words.
Too bad for an Idol, so many people love him and he returns that favor like this? As I've said, he is one of the most famous bachelors that even ants will adore him.
Welp! Including yours truly. Yup, I'm a fangirl of his, a crazy one to be precise that even the word avid is an understatement to describe my being. Am I that weird for still admiring him regardless of his attitude?
"Hey, I was just kiddin'. Come on, don't take it seriously. You're such a crybaby."
"Who's crying? I'm not," brows creased, I denied because I really was not. My face crumbled, yes, but tears are far from reality. He's just overreacting.
"I was just joking, you dumb-dumb. I'll buy you an ice cream if you'll go with me."
"Really? Well, how about the drug store? What was it that you were going to buy? Isn't it important?" In an instant, my expression lit up.
"Actually, yes it is. But don't worry. I was just gonna buy a packet of vitamins," he brought up.
"You are sick, aren't you?" I asked profusely.
"No, of course not, bird brain. They're just vitamins and for an exceptional student you sure are ignorant," he explained, accompanied by an apparent stigma.
"What is it called? And for what, exactly?" I asked once again, not bothering whether he'll answer or not.
"Name? Cherifer. For what? Your height, silly. Thought you'd never ask!" He chuckled like a damn clown.
Holy mother of a cow! He was just playing with me? The nerve of this guy is such a mess.
Why am I furious, you ask? Cherrifer is a brand of vitamins that is obviously believed to be a factor that can increase one's height and to cut the story short, he pointed out my discrepancy.
"Talk to my middle finger, Mr. Pirouette!" Face-palmed, I walked away yet he's still there laughing his ass out.
Swish!
The fresh breeze touched my face as my head swung across some of the memories that reiterated just one of the most insane days of my poor o' life with a Daren "Sade" Pirouette.
Up to this date, no one has acknowledged that ever since their paths have crossed, caught one another's gaze, shook each other's palms, introduced one's self, felt the loud and hard thumps of unnatural heartbeats, it was already unmistakably the work of the invisible threads of fate, the imperceptible cords of kismet, a world filled with tons of Entangled Strings...