~Moji~ "I used to have a twins sister and I killed her." My body tensed at her words. Her eyes were on mine but I knew she was not  looking at me. There was a farway look in her eyes, as if she was seeing far into the future or the past. That look scared me.  A whole lot.  "We were very close. Too close self and very identical. It was only mom and David that could tell us apart. Dad couldn't. She was the gentle one and I was the troublesome one. She'd take the punishments for my troubles and she'd allow me to take the glory for her own good things. I liked her and I was jealous of her too. I felt our parents preffered her to me and t

                                  ~Leke~ Moji called me out of the blues to help her in baking a cake for her brother's birthday. I wasted no time in leaving my assignments and jogging over to their house. She was in the kitchen, mixing a batter on the cabinet. She was dressed in shorts again and a small top that was showing off her bellybutton. Immediately I walked into the kitchen and I saw her like that, I knew instantly that it'd be a hassle keeping my hands off her.  "Oya, come and help me beat this egg instead of turning me into an artwork." I chuckled to myself as I entered the kitchen fully and I stood beside her. I was supposed to be beating the egg, I was actually doing that but I couldn't help stealing occasio

                                ~Fola~ I was at the park with Tobi, talking about random things. We were doing that more often these days, talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes, enjoying the absolute silence, our souls talking more in the moment than our mouths.  And he'd use that time to probably kiss my neck or even my lips. He was always looking forward to us being alone.  "Stop it."  I mouthed cheekily and I attempted to move away from him but his hand on my waist kept me close, nudging me even closer as he continued kissing my neck, my earlobes and I shuddered involuntarily.  Who'

                                ~Leke~ Screwed doesn't quite describe what I was going through. Messed up. Fucked up. I've done absolutely nothing since the moment she walked in on us than go think about her expression, the surprise and hurt and disgust and repulsion. I've successfully ruined whatever it was between us. I've successfully hurt the feelings of a girl that genuinely care about me. I've successfully ruined everything. I kept staring at my phone, torn between calling her, then dismissing that thought because I have absolutely nothing to say to h

~Leke~Frustrated wasn't the word. I was beyond frustrated. I really don't know any word that would describe what I was feeling. The fact that she was pretending nothing had happened. The fact that she was smiling, talking to me and ignoring me at the same time was baffling. And it was killing me. Because I knew it was all a mask and that she was hurt and that was hurting me too.A whole lot.I'd attempted to corner her and to talk to her but she'd just tell me off plainly. It's like we never existed. I don't know if we ever existed self. I wasn't even sure what the meaning of we was.I was in my room, staring out of the window and staring at her room. The curtains were drawn and once or twice, I'd catch a figure in the room. I knew it was her. I don't know how long I stood there but the next thing I knew was that I was climbing the stairs to her room. It was only when I got to the front of her door, hands poised in the air to knock that I stopped. What was I doing here?Wha