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Clarion

I watched her as she sob again while looking at my phone. I know it's about cats. She cries every fucking time as long as it's cat. I've told her not to watch cat videos or look at blind cats picture, she'll just cry, but her stubborn ass won't listen to me.

I sigh for the hell I don't know time. I approach her and rub her back, hoping to soothe her so she would stop crying. But I guess it didn't help, in fact that made her cry more.

Come the fuck on!

I don't know what's with this girl that kept me intrigued to her. She has this kind of energy that attract me to her.

Maybe because she's so talkative? Or very unfocused? Or the fact that she can't stay in one topic at a time? Or another fact that she can't stay still and always want to fidget, and randomly sing Disney song?

I don't know. But she's never boring since the first saw her. Having a fucking migraine to start your day was not fucking good. Blame the fucking terrorist for making me up till dawn and needing to wake up at 7 because I have a fucking meeting.

Driving my ass to headquarters, I have the urge to drink coffee. I guess 5 minutes of getting coffee won't hurt. That's what I thought. Because the moment I came to view of this woman. My 5 minutes is not enough for her continues blabbering.

I just watched as her brown eyes twinkle whenever she said something she likes. How her button nose scrunch every time she talk about something she dislike. The way her plump pink lips open as she speaks. Such a fucking beauty.

It was not my fucking intention to stay there for 30 minutes just to stare at her while she's doing her job.

The fuck is power woman?

And since then, I kept tagging along with her. She didn't seem to mind and I think she likes my company. She never shuts up and always blabber nonsense, but I don't have the heart to tell her to shut up. She still never shut up anyway. She'll just fucking pout and muttered to herself.

I don't even know how the fuck can I stand her. She's worst than my self proclaim best friend Lauren. I don't fucking know what that fucker eats the he keeps blabbering and always try to ship me with every fucking whore he sees in the club. I really wanna shot his head if he wasn't the best hacker in my team.

Why am I talking about that fucker again?

The oven beep, signalling that the cookies are bake. Her crying face turn into a smiling one. Moody bitch.

She wiggle herself down to counter and walk her short legs toward the oven. So fucking small.

A sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies surrounded the kitchen, and I'm not liking it. She clap her hands and hold the cookie tray and flinch.

Of course, she forgot to wear gloves. Her unorganized mind won't remember that.

"Aw," she whine.

I walk towards her and take her wrist. I pull her towards the sink and carry her ass and put it on top of the sink. She gasp and then giggle. I pull her wrist towards the cool water. She sigh in relief and then leaned her head on my chest – well actually, near my stomach.

"You have a clumsy ass," I muttered to her head.

She look up to me and scrunch her nose. What now?

"Why are we talking about my bohookie?" she asked cutely.

My brows draw together by her word. Her what?

"What's your 'bohookie'?"

She playfully roll her eyes as if I'm stupid not to know what 'bohookie' means.

"My gluteus maximus!" she states like it's obvious.

My brows furrowed more. Where did she get the bohookie word and how is it connected to her ass? You know what, nevermind. She have a crazy mind, why would I be shock.

"Yeah. Your 'bohookie' then."

She nod and open her arms, asking me to pick her up. Such a baby. I picked her up and set her to her feet. She then ran towards the oven, again, but with gloves this time.

She make some pancakes too while I just seat there watch her to that. She did her mini concert again, singing Disney songs that I don't have fucking idea what it is about. Just the lyrics goes...

"Into the unknown..."

Her voice would crack in high notes but she doesn't give a slightest fuck. She keeps singing that got my lips lifting without my consent.

She just so fucking adorable.

She make a cake shape cake out of pancakes and cookies. How did she did that? I don't have idea. She did it on her own while she's in her own little world.

I personally prefer not celebrating my birthday. I don't find the logic of celebrating it. My age just level up and that's all. But she gave me an hour long sermon of cherishing our life because God gave it. And her blackmailing me that she'll be upset made me said yes.

"Come on! Come on! Let's seat and sing happy birthday!" she beamed and pull me to dining area.

The dining area is set with the 'cake' seating  in the middle with a candle. The room is slightly dim, making the candle light prominent.

She pushed me to make me walk faster towards the dining table. She pull the seat for me like a fucking gentleman and push me to seat.

I lean back and watch her seat like a kid. She clap her hands and started to sing.

"Happy birthday to you.."

I stared at her as she sings. Her brown eyes illuminating the candle light. Her paper white skin turning orange by the light. Her lips lifting with a genuine smile.

My heart drum staring at her with an unaware trance.

I didn't even realized that she already finished singing until she squealed. I wake up from my trance. I straightened my back and cleared my throat. I didn't noticed that I was in trance. Fucking hell, I'm thankful she's oblivious as fuck.

"Slice the cake, Clarry!"

That fucking nickname. I didn't even know where she get that and why the fuck I'm not complaining.

I hold the knife and slice the 'cake'. I give her the first slice and she beamed. I slice for myself. I watch as she happily eat the cake. Now, how the fuck can I eat it?

She seems to notice that I didn't start eating yet, she look up and blink at me.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asked with her mouth full of food.

I sigh and pick up my spoon. The last thing I need is a crying Elle. It's fucking hard to clam her down.

I forced myself to eat. After a torturous moment of eating the fucking 'cake' , she asked if we could watch some movie.

Of course, I said yes. She choose the movie and I wasn't even shock when I she pick Disney movie. This Disney addict lunatic.

I still even if I can't understand what the movie is about. It's some talking fish and a mermaid with a red hair with a stupid looking guy.

"Look, Clarry, he looks like you," she said while pointing to the guy I'm talking about.

God damnit.

She fidget, stood up, piss and sing along with the movie. Of course she can't stay still. After the movie, because we still have time before I send her home, she pester me again.

"How old are you?"

"26."

"I'm 19."

"I know."

"How tall are you?"

"6'4."

"That's so tall. I'm 5'4."

"I noticed that."

" What's your race?"

"White."

"I'm asian."

"Yeah."

But of course, she can't question me with just normal questions. It would always turn weird.

"Do you have lice?"

"No."

"Thank God and all the peanut butter and carrot cake!"

"If you're gonna be an animal, what would you be?"

"Lion."

"Really? Oh my gosh, you know today I dreamt about having a lion prince charming. I knew it was you!"

I rolled my eyes. Crazy ass.

"What's your shoe size?"

"11."

"Mine is 35. Not inches okay!"

"Okay."

"What's your favorite insect?"

"None."

"How come you have none? Everyone have favorite insect."

No, it's just you because you're weird. But I didn't said that. It might hurt her ass.

"Okay, fly."

"Mine is Firefly."

"What's your favorite biscuit?"

"None."

"You can't answer me that."

Of course! You always need answer.

"Oreo."

"Mine is Oreo too!"

"What's your favorite water?"

The fuck. Does that exist? Fucking hell, whatever.

"Mineral."

"Mine is sparkling."

I nod.

"What's your secret to have a big bohookie?"

"I don't know."

"Can I slap your bohookie?"

"No."

"I promise to be gentle."

I stared at her, shock my her words. She's smiling innocently at me. Why the fuck did my dick jerk?

"No."

"Aw. Maybe next time."

"Yeah."

"Do you like sour patch?"

"No."

Never heard of that.

"How about gummy bears?"

"No."

The fuck was that?

"Gummy worms?"

"No."

"Have you watch One Piece?"

"No."

"Your name?"

"No."

"Spirited away?"

"No."

" Little mermaid?"

" No."

" Yes you did! We just watched it a minute ago!"

I close my and groan. I just nod to finish the topic. 

" You're a liar," she said sadly.

I open my eyes and look at her. She's pouting with unshed tears on her eyes. I quickly shot up and scoop her. She's going to cry again.

"I'm sorry," I said gently.

She huff and cross her arms. What a brat.

"I'm sorry, Elle."

The fuck am I being gentle? I know being always with her affect it.

"You didn't watch the movie, didn't you?" she asked accusingly.

"I did watch the movie. It's a mermaid with a talking friend and a guy you said I look alike," I explain.

Her pout slowly lessen and she look at me.

"You did watch it?"

"Yes."

"You promise?"

"Yes."

Her pout has been gone. She look down before looking up.

"I'm sorry."

I nod. She smiled and ask me another question.

"Can we be friends?"

And I unconsciously nod. She and I both froze before she squealed in happiness. She hug me so tight while I stiffen. She let go and kiss my cheeks with her cheeks reddning too.

I momentarily freeze when I felt her soft lips on my stubbled chin. Quickly regain consciousness when she talk.

"Oh my God! You're my friend now – no my best friend! You are my best friend! How amazing is that?"

I lightly chuckled. I just saying yes is not a bad choice. It made me, somehow for a very long time, genuinely happy.

She talks about how best friend treat each other. She said we should have sleep over, best friend clothes and what so fucking ever is that.

But thank God she didn't cry. That would be a whole lot of work. My energy is already drain when she's just talking. I need more time to get used to it. But I'm not complaining tho. As long as she's happy.

She continue to blabber until it's time for her to go home and on the way to their house. That's how fucking talkative she is.

"You know what, there's a store the I saw online that only best friends are allowed. I was thinking maybe we should go there? Let's bring your cat – wait what's he's name again?"

"Fat cat."

"Sugar it is. Let's bring him and dress him up – does he have clothes? – and then show him to everyone so they'll how cute he is – can we dress him up as a girl? Would he mind? – let buy him clothes when I got my salary –wait I need to budget it first before I but him clothes – what was I talking about again? Oh yeah the best friend store. I'll treat you if I have money. I hope it's not expensive–"

She continue to talk until we reach her apartment. I still can't accept the fact that she's living here. This is slum area and a lot of drug addict is in this place. Very dangerous for a girl.

Aren't you dangerous too?

I shake that little voice in my head. I open the door for her. She went out and hug me. I hug her back and unconsciously kiss the top of her head. We both froze, as if we're both processing what just happy. But of course she woke up first.

"Do it again! Do it again!"

I comply and kissed her head. She smile before letting go of me.

"Good night!"

"Good night."

I watch her as she walk towards their rusty door. I thought she'd continue to walk inside but she face me first.

"One more thing. What's your job?"

I raised my brow by her sudden random question. But I answered anyway.

"Military."

She suddenly turn and ran inside. My brows furrowed by her out of the character move but I can't predict what she would do next so I didn't dwell at it.

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