Will You Be My Crush?

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  • Published: 16 Oct 2013
  • Updated: 20 Oct 2013
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The first time I saw him, I fell. Well, not the 'falling-in-love' thing but literally FELL on the ground. The second time I saw him, I drooled. Well, I was drooling actually because he was bringing three boxes of Hawaiian Pizza... Wanna know what happened on the third time I saw him? Well, read on!



     So much to brag, but after the four consecutive embarrassments life has punched me, two good and lucky weeks were exchanged in return. 

     Mike was his name. 

     Yes. Him. The tall-white-pale-or-handsome guy that I finally have an eye on. Wonder how I found out? Secret! Even Elsa doesn't know! 

     As I stroll pass the lonely streets under the blanket of darkness with only a perfect circle of moon serving as light, I shiver as goosebumps race towards my neck. Wrapping my arms around myself, I remember I am on a sundress but I don't remember why. The breeze continues to dig into my skin, I continue to tremble; but that's not the case. 

    I hear footsteps, silent and slowly and careful, but I guarantee they ain't mine. I walk soundlessly on my wedge so where did it come from? Wait... On my wedge? I don't feel elevated on the ground and can feel the coldness of a cemented ground... 

    I take a look on my feet but taken off guard when I realize that my feet are merely in pain. I have no heels nor wedge nor whatever you call it... 

    ...instead, I have no footwear! 

    There goes that footsteps again. I ain't afraid so I didn't bother and continue walking. 


    Shit! I curse under my breath as it made me jump. 


    I turn and see a guy underneath a bulky tree in the other side of the street but he backs off. I smile in the direction. I question myself why but then my focus transfers when Elsa pushes me and with heavy breaths says, "Why the hell you've been walking around  in this time of the day, can't you see you're in that stupid sundress and the stupid cold night and in the stupid midnight?!" 

   There goes Elsa again with her favorite word "stupid" and often mistaken its use.

   I curve my lips in a nonsense smile. "Checking the grounds?" I answer her. Am I really checking the grounds? Well yeah, she should've also said to me "with the stupid you".

   Elsa reaches for my neck and places her hands, probably checking on my temperature. "You aren't sick. Maybe crazy. You must've escape the rehab!" 

   The cat is there again. Damn. I hate cats especially black ones but nothing is worse when Elsa goes sarcastic. 

    "I'm not crazy," I snap. "I know who's crazy. YOU ARE CRAZY." I point to her with my fingers shaking. 

    Her eyes goes wide as she hears my abrupt and careless response. 

    "What has happened to you, Chelsea. These past days..." She trails off. 

    I don't know. I don't even know where I'm going but ask my feet, sure they know. 

    "Haven't you notice?" She questions me. "You change since... since..." Again, she cuts off. 






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