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Expectations

I looked at him with my puppy eyes and called his name, "Liam, do you have a girlfriend?" He stopped swinging and looked stunned. I think my question came in too strong. But anyway, I waited for his answer. He didn't even look at me, instead, he coughed.

I felt sad that he didn't answer so I decided to ask another question. "What is your ideal woman?" This time he coughed a lot as if he got choked. Again, it seemed like he has no plan on answering my question. So I stood up and walked to where the see-saw is. He followed me and sat on the other end of it so I sat down too to balance it.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

His question was unexpected, "No, I don't have and never had." I looked down and somehow felt embarrassed. He replied with, "That's good, you are too young to have one anyway."

He then stood up and I fell down, my butt hurt as I hit the ground. Of course, I gave my best actress act, he then rushed to me and helped me stood up. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I gave him that kind of look. 'Why did it felt like he did it on purpose? Is he mad at me?'

Anyway, we decided to walk back home. Of course, I took a long way back home which meant, we will pass his house first.

As we reached their house, he told me to wait for a moment because he will get something and it's for me.

So many things are running in my head. Flowers? Chocolates? Stuffed toys? I'm so excited, I kept smiling like an idiot. It's hard to contain yourself when you feel excited. I'm sure you know that feeling.

Here he comes. All he is carrying is my bag. Yes, that's right! MY BAG!!! My freaking bag! All the excitement that I felt had been crushed to pieces. I smiled disappointedly and took my bag from him and I said: "Thank you!" He must have noticed it because his face frowned.

"Are you not happy?"

Should I be happy? You tell me, will you feel happy? I'm expecting flowers or chocolates and all I get is my own bag? So I smiled at him and said; "Of course I'm happy, I'm reunited with my bag." My smile is bigger than my usual smile. It's obviously a fake smile. "See you tomorrow, I'm going home. Thank you for giving me my bag back. Bye!" I waved at him and I started to walk. I heard their gate shut and he was right next to me.

"Give me your bag, I'll walk you home."

He grabbed my bag and we walked. As we stood at the front door, he handed me my bag and said, "Your phone is dead. I'll see you tomorrow." Just like that, he was gone.

I searched for my phone and it is indeed dead. I'm pretty sure it was fully charged. Nobody used it so why is it dead? Anyway, I went inside and straight to my bedroom to charge my phone.

I left it there and went downstairs to help my mum with house chores. I'm not a lazy girl you know. I have to help out around the house, after all, if Liam and I ended up living together, I have to show him that I am wife material.

While holding the duster, I was staring into nothingness and my mum noticed it. She snapped her fingers so many times until she decided to call my name. "Summer!" I did not respond, still staring at the void. "Summer Skye Hayes!" she shouted and called me out with my whole name.

It did wake me up from my daydream. I looked at her and asked her what she wanted from me. She just moved her head from left to right repeatedly. "Give me that duster, if I leave it to you, our house will be covered in dust." I was left there, wondering if I did something wrong.

I didn't bother checking my phone until later in the evening, by then, it was fully charged. I sat down on my bed and unlock my phone. By the way, I don't have a password on my phone, I'm very bad at remembering them.

There were few text messages. One from Liza, telling me that she misses me and asking me if I'm fine. So I sent her a reply telling her that I'm good and I have a lot to tell her. Another text was from my classmate Joey asking me out and followed by "I'm sorry for bothering you" (with a sad emoticon at the end). I find the message odd, it's like I had a conversation with him, but obviously we haven't.