On getting to the workshop, I spotted Allen scribbling on his log book.
I kept my distance, knowing he was probably still mad at me.
I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my workshop coat, letting my eyes scan the workshop.
Heavy machines were mounted at different sections of the workshop. Metal chips were seen scattered about and oil stains spotted the floor.
I felt like I was being watched, until my eyes locked with a pair of familiar azure eyes. Allen Briggs'.
I turned away quickly, the uneasy feeling still swimming in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't ready to face him yet.
I still felt bad about what happened earlier today.
I was lost in my thoughts until a familiar tug pulled on my lab coat.
'Hey Annie!' Amber chirped.
'Hey Amber' I flashed her a weak smile.
'You okay?' She asked, squinting her eyes in scrutiny, causing her glasses to slip down her nose a little.
Should I wear this yellow sundress with brown flower patterns or this brown sundress with yellow floral patterns?' Dara asked, holding up two dresses in front of me over face time. I rolled my eyes as she looked away then switched to faux thought as she glowered at me with her dark orbs.'Yellow would look amazing on you, you know. Sort of compliments your dark skin tone.' I finally said, after few minutes of genuine contemplation.'But brown sort of brings out my brown eyes.' Dara chipped in, staring admiringly at her eyes through a hand mirror.'Dara, for the umpteenth time. Your eyes are rich black.' I rolled my eyes again.'Of course not!' She whined, slumping on her bed. ' They're just a reeeeally dark shade of brown. Like dark chocolate.' She stared off dreamily.Okay, with Dara, you can never argue to an end, except you want to argue for eternity.'Alright Dara. I agree with
I felt my cheeks heat up as he walked past me as if he didn't just cause mayhem, probably world war 3 inside me as my insides melted into purée.I noticed a smirk on his face as he walked past me towards the workshop building. The nerve of him!Snapping out of his winknopism, which I am fully aware is not a real word, I scurried to the lecture theatre. As I entered.I spotted Allen holding a bundle of cardboards on one hand and piles of log books on the other.I walked up to him, taking the log books from his hands.'Hi.' I muttered as I collected the log books'Good morning princess. Ah, thank you! What would I do without you?!' He gushed, his dimples on display as a toothy smile splayed on his lips.I chuckled at his antics and chimed in. 'You'd be lost in the dark, dark corners, searching for hope.'Allen laughed softly as I joined him to collect the assignments from the g
Uh, Annie? Who's him?' Asked Dara, her face scrunched up in scrutiny.'I'll be back!' I sprung up from my seat and ran after Allen, ignoring Dara's voice as she called out to me to wait. I spotted him as he finished buying lunch. Panting, I stopped in front of the lunch line, my palms resting on my knees as I steadied my breath. I got a bottle of water and scurried after Allen as he sat alone at his table.'Are you jealous?' My hands slammed on the table, facing him with his tray of food trapped in between. I leaned in, staring deep into his sky blue eyes, daring him to say the truth.Rolling his eyes, he replied. 'What do you mean, Annie?'Annie? No princess?I blinked back the look of disappointment on my face and sat in front of him.'You know what I mean.' I fixed him with an annoyed look.'Pft... Why would I be?' He scoffed, facing his food like it fascinated him mu
What if I'm all a game to him, to make me fall for him which evidently gives him the power to do whatever he wants with me? I cringed inwardly at the though of that and increased my pace as my apartment building surfaced.Well. Whatever. I'm too exhausted to think about that now.Getting home, I had a quick shower, had lunch then settled in on my assignment.As I flipped through the pages of the textbook, some pieces of paper secured between two pages caught my attention.I gasped as I glanced through it, remembering Amber's excited self as she reminded me of it.'Oh. I'd appreciate some adventure.' I chuckled as I headed towards my wardrobe to get ready.Peeling my eyes away from the flyer, I glanced at the time and gasped: 5:45pm!With the speed of light, I changed my outfit and put on a black knee level straight dress with a pair of sandals. I brushed my hair, brushing the bangs to th
'Welcome.' He said. His voice came out deep and velvety, making me want to purr.I mirrored his expression, a big smile plastered on my face as my eyes remained locked on his gaze.Soon his gaze lifted from me to Amber who scooted closer to him as they talked in hushed tones.I watched him as he spoke.He had an aura which fascinated me.He looked like he was in his late twenties.My overt gawking was soon interrupted as Amber turned towards me and smiled, stepping closer to me.'It's a pleasure to meet you Annie.' Sir Quentin said, offering me a hand shake. I took his hands which was both firm and warm to the touch.It was strangely soothing as his large hand wrapped around my slim hand. He then looked at Amber and they seemed to be communicating. Smiling at me one last time, he turned away from us, back to the actors.As Amber dragged me back towards the exit, I couldn't help but ask.
She was recovering really fast and the whole family just began to exhale in relief when she was plunged into severe relapse by an offsetting text by her fiancee saying he's 'moved on' since she won't be alive for too long.That was the roughest year for Shirley and I'd catch her cry herself to sleep almost every time.I was hurt because she was going through such pain and I couldn't do anything about it.After about six months, she decided to go back to Paris to start all over again. After days of contemplation, Mum finally agreed.I prayed in my heart for her safety as I watched her walk towards the plane, her back turned towards us, her last words re-echoing in my mind.'I'd be opening a lemonade shop soon with the amount of lemons life keeps throwing at me.' She chuckled sadly as her hazel eyes glowed dimly.I peered into her eyes, searching for a reason to believe she's ready to be by herself. 'Stop worrying about me kiddo, It's wri
It's been hours since Tee left. Tired of staring at the ceiling, I picked up my phone and as usual, I had several missed calls. Scrolling through my call log, I noticed an unknown number dialed a day ago.'Who could this be?' I muttered as my thumb hovered over the dailer. Curiousity getting the better of me, I dailed the number, hoping it doesn't turn out to be a stalker or someone worse.After a few rings, the reciever picked.'Hello?' I said, my voice unnecessarily shaky as I spoke.'Hello. I didn't think you would call.' A strangely familiar voice filtered through the buzzing static invading my ears.'Yeah, likewise because I'm not sure who's speaking. I saw your number dialed on my phone and I had to call to know whose number it is.' I answered.'Ouch. So you didn't save my number afterall.' He replied. 'It's Victor. Victor Storm.'Silence.'Hello?' He
'That's like, ten minutes walk from Art at heart!' Amber replied'Wait... Art at Heart? I thought it was called the Dreamhouse?' I questioned, looking puzzled at my Goth companion who paid me zero attention.'Oh... well, not much persons know it as The Dreamhouse yet so... you know what? I'll come get you. Where are you at Worswick street?' Amber asked'At uh, Dreamhouse?' I said 'As in, the kiddies park dream house.' I added for clarification.Ambers melodious chuckle filled my ears as she replied. ' Somehow, I knew this would happen. I'm on my way.''I'll be waiting.' I sighed.'So what do you do for fun around here?' I turned to my goth companion.No response.I guess that's all I needed to keep quiet and mind my business.Soon, Amber was here and she drove us to Art at heart.'Wait, this is Art at heart?!