She woke up to a loud crash coming from beneath her. Slowly, she sat on her bed and tying her hair into ponies and stare forlornly towards the golden ray that
pierce through her crystal window. Unknown to her, a mass of golden brown hair lay beside her immediately rose into fine little lad who had broken into a
smile; almost in a wishful way.
"At last, Moussee! I thought you had turned deaf or died in your sleep. I called out so many times but you wouldn't open your eyes," the obviously worried boy
elbowed his head on the Moussee's white lily bed sheets. Half awake, she rubbed her eyes continuously thinking it was just another dream she had in which
Tom had decided to trespass by asserting his 'big boss' influence much to her chagrin; for he's a good four months younger.
The non-responsive girl intrigue Tom to pull her head towards his, nothing's wrong with her temperature. She pulls away gently and smiled at his affections.
Tom was her best friend, ever since they were on four feet; Maud, her nanny had always made the pair to look out for each other. Until last supper, she never
was really curious over why Tom grows taller faster when the chapter she read in Human Developments clearly says that girls achieved faster growth compared
to boys.
He must have been a bisexual, she murmured.
"I'm sorry, did you say something Florence?" Tom throws a sharp look at her, obviously heard her proclamation. She shook her head vigorously to deny but Tom
was fast on his feet; ready to launch attack. Both rolled on Florence's bed causing tremors and all the tickles caused both to break into hysterical laughter. Tom
got onto his feet and started jumping, causing more mess and persuade the reluctant Florence to join his craze. One thing about Tom, he is the living definition
of 'fun'. Florence made face at Tom each time her feet fought gravity and the boy did the same. Florence almost felt that her life had never had any conflicts.
Mama and Papa both loves each other so much the thought about arguing each time they eyes on each other had never occurred because love sickness is too
powerful disease. Suddenly, a woman in pearl coloured dress barged in and grabs Florence on the wrist. Florence begging to be release and Tom watched the
drama in horror; spite himself not being able to help his friend. Before making her exit, she silently mouthed ugly words at him that made him felt very, very
upset.
Bastard.
I know much already.
He slumped sadly next to the messy bed, tears stroll down his cheeks.