I was left with no choice but to stay with myself. Unavoidable events occurred, and I was unable to find any solutions. Aki developed a fever, and I took on the role of his personal nurse. Unfortunately, very unfortunate of me.
"Bish, drink your medicine or I will have to hit you on the head." He gazed at me in a helpless manner, akin to a rabbit anticipating its dinner. "Why are you looking at me with that?" I questioned him.
"What look?" he smirked devilishly. It's quite challenging, I must admit. I hate taking care of sick people. "That look." I answered.
As if he knew instantly what I meant, he flashed a quirky smile. "You act like a boss," he commented. I cursed under my breath, hoping for more patience from myself and others.
"So? I act what I want to. Stop straying from the topic at hand and take your medication before I slap you.
"Fine." He placed the small circular tablet in my hands. I observed his Adam apple rising and falling as he drank the medicine.
"Damn, so sexy." I made faces and punched him, but not entirely. I'm not heartless to do that. The individual is ill, and it is not appropriate for me to use him as a punching bag.
"Cute in a sexy way." I just laughed at what he was saying.
This is how he behaves when he is sick. I wish he had a fever every single day.
"I need you."
"Aki, FYFI, for your fucking information, I'm not a plaything."
"Your tongue is so sharp. I would not be surprised if I were to develop lewd behavior as a result of your lewd speech. I almost raised my middle finger at him.
"You're already a perv," I replied. I whispered, "You are innocent in a perverted seductive way."
I was really hoping he didn't hear that.
"Stay with me." He gently patted the space on his bed. I gazed at him, and a sense of curiosity began to consume me. "Why? Are you afraid I might advantage you?"
"Yes? No? Maybe so?" Hecocked his head in annoyance.
"I'm cold. I need body heat. I can't guarantee that I won't exploit you."
Real talk: sometimes Aki is adorable like a puppy, innocent like a child, and sexy like a Greek god.
"Just lie down here already," he said with a hint of whine. I took a deep breath before lying down next to him. But before I could lie down, he pulled me closer to him.
Water, please. I find this position extremely uncomfortable. My head is resting on his chest. He has securely wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Sing me a song."
"What am I, your servant?" I spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
"I dunno, you tell me."
"Alright, fine, I'll sing now."
"Alright, fine, I'll sing for you."
You say I'm crazy
'Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
"Not the Only One' by Sam Smith. Are you feeling something, Tinnie?"
"Yes, because there is an individual who claims that I am his sole companion, and I later discovered that he had actually gone on a date with his ex-partner." He even had the nerve to call me 'baby,' damn it." He laughed. I felt his hug tighten.
"You're jealous." He burst out laughing.
"Tsk. Why do people think you're a bad boy?" I asked just to change the topic.
"My aura."
"Aura? The aura seems more like self-proclaimed bad boy vibes."
"Technically, you were a former bad boy." Then, Ardy came and changed you. I just bit my lip.
Why do I feel so small when I'm around Ardy?
"Fine. Why do they call you a ranting machine?"
"My mouth is just filthy," I replied.
"Aki?"
"What?"
"Is it still Ardy?" I asked without meaning to.
"I don't know." I forced a smile. I sat up to look him in the eye.
"How about we stop pretending? And start telling each other how we feel." He was shocked by what I said.
I know that he still likes Ardy. I present a constant challenge to him. It's difficult to get me. No one can easily get my attention. I just get annoyed with him, so I end up always noticing him.
This wasn't my intention. I didn't expect that I would get close to him.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to share. If you really want to own me, ditch and forget about Ardy. I am no saint. I am simply acting selfishly by asserting my property rights. Ditch her? Or I'll leave? You choose." I took a deep breath.
"You're making me choose? If I choose you, what about Ardy?" Holy Water!
"I don't know. Ardy? Or me? You choose. I don't want to be a second choice." I looked at him with sharp eyes.
It hurts to be a second choice.
"You leave me no choice, little devil. No man will hold you, make you smile, or claim you but me if I choose you." I swallowed. Damn, he's really serious.
"Yes."
"You won't talk to Angelo anymore?"
Angelo, I am so sorry.
"Yes."
"Then you're my choice. I'll ditch Ardy."
Revenge is sweet, Anthony Kiel Cruise. You simply cannot place me as your second choice.
We meet for a reason. Either I am your blessing or I am a lesson for you.