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[Unknown Number: Hi. Sorry, I can’t call you.
I’m still at the hospital.
This is Lawrence by the way 🙂
Add me on Facebook – Lawrence Lee.
Let’s message each other on messenger 😉]
I twisted and turned, stomach pressed against my bed.
I gave my number to Lawrence, and he promised to call me and only then that I hesitantly left the hospital to give Leanna’s family some time alone together.
I had been on edge waiting for his call ever since. My phone never left my sight, even when I was taking a bathe.
I immediately did what he said.
I squealed again when I saw his profile picture and wanted to check all his photos, but messaging him takes priority.
[It’s alright. I understand.
How have you been? 😀]
I didn’t want to end this God-given opportunity. I wanted to talk to him some more.
I knew that Leanna would not like it, but I couldn’t help myself, and besides, I was not at all feeling guilty for what I did to her brother.
I really didn’t know.
And I love Lawrence.
Ever since I was beholden by those deep mesmerizing brown eyes – I had completely surrendered myself to him.
I didn’t care one bit about our age gap.
I didn’t care if he was just twelve years old.
He’ll get older.
[Been busy with school.
Can I call you Zoe? (°o°)]
I was jumping now!
I was like a girl who just received a message from her crush.
You can call me whatever you want.
Babe. Honey. Sweetie. Cupcake 💓]
Alright that was a joke, and I would delete it, but I pressed send instead.
It was not my intention at all.
[…. (Typing) ….]
Why does it take him so long to type?
I shouldn’t have sent that message to him!
What if he thinks that I was pressuring him into becoming my boyfriend because of what happened between us? I mean, he didn’t exactly leave anything behind when he left except for that note which had no information about him whatsoever.
It only meant that he didn’t want to see me again, right?
I bit my lips when a tear threatened to escape.
Calm down, Zoe!
He was not angry when he saw you again. He even gave you his number.
That thought somewhat comforted me.
[Uhm… Zoe, it is then. LOL.
So what have you been up to, Zoe? 😉]
I breathed a mouthful of relief when he didn’t block me.
Somehow, we avoided the topic of that night, and I was not about to complain since mostly, I was afraid to know the reason why he just suddenly disappeared without leaving any information behind.
Like he didn’t want to associate with me anymore.
[Been busy with school too 😳]
[Are you free tom…
[There’s this awesome cafe….
She’s sleeping now 😴]
[That’s good \(o^v^)/]
[Are you sleepy?]
I turned around and rubbed my curling toes against the mattress.
Let’s talk for a while (o^v^o)]
[What would you like to talk about?]
[Alright, let me think of a topic.
Next time, it will be you 😏]
There’s going to be a next time!
[How about we do one of those
questioning games 😀]
I felt a rush of romantic giggling sprinting back and forth inside me.
[I’m game! 😤]
[What’s your favorite color?]
[Take a guess 😘]
[Oh, come on!
I’m not that pure (-_-)]
[Not that girly]
[How did you know? \(°o°)/]
[…. (Typing) ….]
What’s wrong? Why does he take so long to reply?
[Do you want the truth or the lie?]
[The truth of course 😯]
[…. (Typing) ….]
[Your undergarments at that time…
was red (o°-°o)]
I blush – hard.
[How about you?
What’s your favorite color?]
I blushed again. If that was even possible.
Oh my god!
I felt my whole body heated up.
[What food do you like? 🍴]
[Tricky, I’m not picky but…
I love stake the most. 🍖
How about you?]
[There are a lot of food that I love
from our travels 🍣🍛🍜🍢🍡
but I got to say… the best
is the Chicken Adobo with pineapples.
It goes well with rice 👌]
[What’s that? o(°o°)o]
[A classic Filipino dish.
You should try it sometime (o°v°)o]
Chicken Adobo with pineapples.
I repeated as I grabbed a pen and paper to write it down.
This is an opportunity to get to know him!
[When’s your birthday?]
[Funny you should mention that.
It’s actually two weeks from now \(^v^)/
How about you?]
What do you like the most in the world?]
[My family (o>-<o)]
But that’s not it!
[I mean, material things]
[You don’t have to get me a present 😌]
[I want to! (o`O´)o]
[Alright, if you insist]
[Anything you get me
is fine (/´v´)/]
What? No, it’s not!
I wanted to message him again, but he was much quicker.
[Sorry, I gotta’ go.
My parents are asking me to turn off my phone.
It’s time to sleep]
[Alright, I understand… 😭]
The hell with restraining!
It’s soooo not like me.
[Hey, do you want to bang out sometime?]
[I mean bang sometime]
I mean bang]
[Calm down. LOL]
Let me catch my breath first 😂]
[Sorry. I swear.
It was the auto correct]
My face was literally on fire now.
I’d love to h a n g out with you sometime
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