Is it too soon to entertain someone? Is there a time frame before I allow myself to go out with someone else? It’s just a date that Cole is asking. It’s not as if he asked me to be his girlfriend.“Hm, I just got out of something,” I replied, my chest expanding in a mixture of excitement and fear. “I don’t think I’m ready for something serious at the moment, Cole.”A sigh left Cole’s lips. His thumb kept rubbing soothing circles over my skin. “We can take things slow. Get to know each other.”Meeting a stranger in a club who was willing to get to know me and not hit on the first chance he sees is refreshing. I’ve been to high school parties and mostly, the party crashers would want to make out as soon as they laid their eyes on a girl in a tight

The three of us, Mel, Candice and I were shopping at the mall on Sunday. Well, they’re shopping and I’m just here for moral support and my expert opinion, note the sarcasm please.After having lunch, we walked around the mall again, hunting for the perfect waterproof mascara. The competition which is due next Friday is making my best friends a bit edgy. Must be the nerves. This is the first time they’ll be cheering without me, somehow responsible for giving them more pressure at my absence in the team.My foot is aching even though I was wearing my comfy Chuck Taylor. We ate a lot, strolled around the mall three times and ate some more.Ready to head home, we stopped by the restroom to freshen up a bit. We head inside the cubicle and glad that the restroom was empty even on a Sunday.

Jake was reading ‘Love & Friendship’ out loud. My cheeks are hurting from the wide stretch it had been on since he started acting in front of me. One hand holds the book and the other moves freely in the air. For a huge figure like him, it is a bit hilarious to see his face so focused on acting every line.He’s like a poet, with the aim of entertaining me with his speaking skills.He succeeded though; I haven’t laughed this much in a while. My tummy is hurting, I can’t feel my cheeks anymore and I have no strength to sit up from my bed anymore.“You wound me, my love,” Jake laid beside me, done with his poetic escapade. Nuzzling his face on my neck, I curled like a shrimp and buried my face in his hair.How I miss this boy. &

We drove off that night to the beach house. It was only about an hour's drive from school and we prepared all our luggage before we went to the game.I was in my car with Candice, Mel, Matt and Jake. Matt is behind the wheels because he insisted he is older and he should be in charge. Mel took shotgun, and we didn’t protest in any way. I was sandwiched between Jake and Candice, who was in deep thoughts while staring at the night.“Can, what’s up?” I broke the comfortable silence in the car.“Nothing.”“That doesn’t look like nothing,” I caressed her crumpled forehead.She gave me a reassuring smile, pressing my hands, “we’re on vacation, Bobbie. I’ll tell

I bit my bottom lip from nervousness, excitement and fear all at the same time. The first time Jake asked me to put a blindfold on was when he kissed me for the first time. It was pretty sweet.At that time, when he took my blindfold off, the sight of their pool filled with rose petals and him holding a bouquet of white daisies sealed my fate. I knew I was madly in love with him and I can’t escape this sweet arrogant boy anymore.Since then, this blindfold routine resulted in his thoughtful gestures that excited me.However, the last time was a prank. I ignored him for two weeks. It might sound as if it was a short period of time, but Jake and I are always together. If we were not in each other’s company, we’d talk on the phone wherever we are. Two weeks without talking is a history in our relationship. The cause of that cold treatment is because he brought me to a beehive. It is his fault why I hated stinging bees, yet he has that pet name for