He threw his killer smile as I waved back, feeling a little dazed, I became confused.
Who's who again?
Oh, wait, this would be Miguel! I thought as I remembered their clothes today.
Miguel was dressed in blue and red which was very good looking, even I've got to admit that.
But Michael was dressed in pure white from neck to toe, he wore white huge trekkers too. He even brought a white jean jacket along and I was almost tempted to ask for it.
I'm a very big fan of white and he looked so yummy, damn.
'My life is really fucked' I whispered.
Leaning against the perfectly sculpted and shaped balcony, I drew small circles on the flat surface where my elbows are currently resting on as I tried not to pounder too much on what my mum really talked to me about on the call just now.
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"Hello mummy." I greeted her cheerfully the moment she answered the call.
I've really missed my mum, I thought.
