Disclaimer : Lalalallala. GA is not mineee.
A/N : Hehe. Another drabble. :)
Nobody Compares
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"Honestly man, she's not worth all the shit you're going through. Stop gawking." Kitsu tells me.
He's obviously seen me 'gawking' at Sumire like a lovesick fool.
Well, the lovesick fool part is kind of correct but the gawking part isn't. I don't do gawking. I observe with slight-okay fine, not slight, I observe with a lot interest. Which is not gawking. There's a whole load of a difference there.
But even if I were gawking, how the hell was I supposed to control it? I mean, no one ever looks as good as Sumire does when she's wearing a dress. Especially right now when she's wearing a light green dress which compliments her skin tone and hair...
"You're doing it again, "Kitsu chastises. "There are probably fifty other girls at this party, why the hell do you keep staring at her?"
I shrug. "I don't know." And honestly, I didn't.
Kitsu shakes his head and reaches out to grab an unopened beer which was on the table. "God, you're wasting so much of your time."
I sigh. Perhaps I am. But...I steal another glance at Sumire who's laughing with a few of her friends. Unlike all the other girls...Sumire looks different. Her outfit isn't skimpy; it's got a different style. She's got her own style.
And when we were together...everything was...so...amazing.
I purse my lips when I see some random dude put his arm around her waist.
I curse under my breathe.
Shit.
Did I do something stupid? Is that why she broke-up with me? While I'm thinking all of that, I don't even notice when a blonde-chick nearly gropes me.
"Man, you're whipped." Kitsu observes, a small smirk appearing on his features after I shoo-ed the girl away.
I send him a vicious scowl.
It's not my fault nobody compares to her.
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Carolle Royale