Chapter 4
(Jack's POV)
Me: Marge, do you believe entering a slow-motion mode when you see someone you love?
Marge: No, it's not true.
Me: But that's what everyone says.
Marge: Yeah, that's what everyone says. But you don't just believe them, you have to feel it yourself. Know it yourself. From your experience.
Me: You're right, Marge. Well, see you later I'm gonna go to Falafel Phil's to buy something for Kimmy.
Marge: See ya.
*At Falafel Phil's*
Marge is right. I should experience it first before believing it.
*A beautiful girl enters*
Oh my gosh. That girl is smokin' hot.
When I looked at the beautiful girl, I couldn't stop staring. She was so flawless. When I stared at her, it was just me and her. Everyone else was gone.
This feeling is so weird.
Wait, wasn't that just a slow-motion mode?
Holy cow box baby. It is real! Wow, I've just found the right girl.
Well, I guess I was staring too long. I was shocked. Before I got a name, she had left. Aw man. I hope I'd see her again.
It felt amazing. Wonderful. It's the best thing I've ever felt.
Phil: Hello? Jack? You've been here for a long time now. Can I take your order?
Me: Oh, sorry, Phil. I think I've just been shot by a cupid.
Phil: You've been shot!? Do you need to go to the hospital? Are you okay? Stupid coopid!
Me: Haha no, Phil. A cupid is like an imaginary angel. When you're in love, you know you've been shot by one.
Phil: Oooh, I think I've also been shot.
Me: Really? Who's the girl?
Phil: My goat Tootsie.
Me: Uh, okay… Anyway I'd like some baba ghanoush.
Phil: Okay here you go.
On the way to Kim's house, I couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful girl I saw. She was like an angel who fell down from heaven. It was unreal. I just saw the girl of my dreams.
(Kim's POV)
Dad: Guys! Guys! Grace is here!
I quickly ran out of my room into the living room
Me: Grace! *running towards her*
Grace: Kim! Oh my gosh, you look so different from the last time we saw each other.
We hugged.
Me: Yeah.
Grace: I got each one of you something! Uncle, I got you a pair of jordans. Sam, I got you chocolates, only for you. And I got everyone of you a pair of shoes!
*Everyone running towards the package excitedly*
Grace: Kim, I got you something.
Me: Wow
Grace: Here. *handed me a plastic bag*
Me: *Opened it and found a white dress and some make up*
*Dad came*
Dad: Uh, Grace. You see, Kim is a very boyish girl. I don't think she'd like these.
Grace: Really, Kim? Come on, just try them. They even suit you, you know.
Me: Really? *smiles*
Dad: You know what Kim wants? These pair of basketball shoes.
Me: Um, dad. I think-
Dad: Here, take these. *handed me a pair of basketball shoes*
Me: Thanks, dad. But I think I'm happy with what Grace has given me. *smiled*
Me: Grace, you seem tired. Let's go to my room?
Grace: Sure.
*Entered my room*
Me: Sorry, Grace. My room is kinda messy.
Grace: It's fine. Hmm, you really do love basketball. Seeing all these posters and stuff.
Me: *smiles* yeah. Do you as well?
Grace: No, it's not really my thing.
*Grace staring at me while I was making my bed*
Me: Is my mustache that distracting?
Grace: *confused* No, I don't see anything. I was just looking at your face because my mom says that you look like your dad. But I think you look like your mom. I mean from all the photos I saw and from when we were kids. You know what, Kim, I'm so glad to see you again. *holding my hands excitedly*
Me: Me too, Grace. You seem so sleepy now thogh. You know what, you should take a nap first. Let's just catch up later.
Grace: Thanks, Kim. Goodmornight. *smiles*
Me: Goodmornight. *smiles* (You know it's in the afternoon, since it's not morning or night)
When Grace fell asleep, I went to see the dress and makeups that she gave me.
For once, I actually appreciated girls' stuff. Well I don't know. But it isn't that bad.