"You wanted us to talk."
Wasn't that what she was expected to say? Of course! If she didn't say it, then she had no idea what else to say to the guy in blue T-shirt and grey jeans, with some sects of Loafers, seated before her. He wasn't so handsome like the disturbingly-handsome. He was simply breathtaking. He was comely and quite the good looking. She on the other hand was in a pink evening gown to-matched with some sassy Stiletto. She was quite prepared for the day, but had no idea if the guy was. She couldn't and wouldn't push him to talk. The best she could do was prick the string of a prompt which she'd done. What else could she had done?
She'd walked into the guy some days back at the Cinema. That week had been tiring and strength sucking for her and she'd thereby knuckled under spending some of the hours of the nig
"What'd you think?" Those three words. They wouldn't had expected him to say more than that. He'd walked up to Paul firstly and tossed an idea of having sometimes with the ladies. After that, they'd both gone to meet the ladies and were together at the moment. Theere had not being a teacher in the class. They felt the tuning time sleeping away from their grasps. They needed help. They needed help with doing something. They wouldn't just seat and expect some miracles to happen. They were students and were expected to act it. They'd gone out of their class and were sitting on two block-chairs under a tree. They'd been seated for like five minutes and none of them was going to say anything. He knew quite alright that Paul was being conscious of what to say because he was with his yet to be girlfriend. He was obviously watching his steps with her. He need
"What'd you think about Dreg. You like him?" Sea passed Dar the torn part of the Nora Robert's she had been reading. She had no idea what to do with this novel freak. Truly, as literature student, you should have some pull or rather love for reading. But Dar's was quite the excess. And she felt nothing wrong about it. Who would? Writing shouldn't be a plague neither reading a mill around someone's neck. In short they could probably be someone's hobbies, respectively. She'd gone well with the book to that extent and sucked at giving an apt synopsis of whatever books she read. She wouldn't bother doing it or might, but would split the book into halves that you'd be forced to tell her to stop. Sea had talked to Dar earlier the day about having the girl's talk. And Dar wasn't that kinda girl with some exceptions to things. Whatever it was, if it was for t
"Be frank, were you sincere?" He hadn't seen Paul got pretty serious like that in a long while. His eyes were etched in the socket of curiosity and were utterly piercing. His voice was glazed with tactic tone and torn texture. It's been a while he'd seen him thus. He was so alarmed. Quaking situations take into brutal account the spikes and spines of felon feelings. His interest was neither severed nor smothered. He only needed to be sure of what to say. The rhythm such sentence had supplanted in his consciousness was not outta the world. Not prettily new or eeriely stanced. Even if they belonged to those peers, would he give a damn? Paul surely had something to that. He wasn't really afraid of what to say, neither was he skeptical. Of course he knew what to say and when to. His words wouldn't be far-fetched. He wasn't actually questionin
"What's is that you want?" She looked across him. His white T-shirt were pressed such that the smoothness transported shrills through the spine of her senses. She was obsessed with whatever was neat. Who would love dirty things and would suffer the existence? Who would take delight in getting dirty? Who would feast on the cake if dirtiness and nurse protruding belly by it? She was skilled with handling her thoughts. Her father wasn't that much of that trait. She had no idea how her mother was in thoughts and soughts. She hadn't grown to know her. What exactly would a six years old kid remember about her mother at 17? That was not the right time to severe those thoughts. She saw some guys hanging about the premises. She had no contention with that. How would she? She was simply stunned by the indifference of majority of them. She couldn't had brou
"Be sincere with me." Probably twas a rotation. Like the sway of the callous clouds basked in misdemeanor and haughty hurls. One for the other would prick a strange and made the other make a sense or trail the same track. The idea was locked and the pull to it was quite the strange. The turn per time had been shaken and the will to foster things was quite the smothered. The brim of thoughts to fashion its hideout as time would make known its hideous motive. A game of fixed constancy and eerie extension of will, passion and torn time. Quite the revolving and strained moment. She'd simply started off with the way she'd go by words. Played around them or made them into rage of naught. Her thoughts were the prime of her decision. She thought of all that that was there to be thought of. Her patience was not severed. She knew what she wanted to hea
November 12th, three months earlier. "Boys or Girls?" The two looked at each other. The gaze was gaunt but not gullible. Dreg had no exceptions but wasn't sure whether or not Paul did. He wouldn't guess for him. Why would he? They were supposed to think independently. But at that time in the moment, one must lean on the other. The knowledge of one is supposed to foster the breath of the other. None of then knew whose would foster whose. Dreg tried quite hardly to make meaning of the look on Paul's, but to no avail. Probably his instinct hadn't been trained perfectly. He wouldn't force himself to making meaning of everything he considered as shits. They were seated independently. Like in pairs. That's how they always would and had been. Dar just got some trai
"Maybe we could use the male." "You can't be so sure. There are a lot of things to that. How would you be so sure? You know, we can't actually tell whether or not things would turn out rightly, but we merely take chances and that's exactly the foundation of this world." "Where you there when the world was created? Tell me. He did you know with what the world was created? You made a rule and undee the breath od seconds you'd already foiled it. You said we can't be so sure about somethings and you sounded to sure about what the earth was created by. Ah, Plato's plateau plaiting prattles." "How turns snap...."
"Simple as it may sound, but it's quite uncalled for..." "Paulie, what ya talking about?" "Dreg can relate to that. He wouldn't want to feign ignorance.". Paul looked towards Dreg. Of course he knew what he was thinking. The betraying eyes could not shade it. It was seeped in the sanity of the ogle. He could vividly see the strokes of mystery they were etching. Dreg only smiled. He was skilled at that. "Dreg, wouldn't you can this a super duper nauseating accusation?" "He won't talk. Neither will Dar. I have no idea what they've been up to lately. I have no idea what's amiss between the two of them." "Ain't you guys gon talk. Like are we gon keep