Deceptive Plays

The Girls' toilet, Thursday, February 13, 1030am

Argh!!!!! This is so damn scary! I was rifling to my backpack when i found this YELLOW rose with a note attached to it.

The note: I have something disturbing. Its monomia. But on what? On you, dear Princess Amelia.

NOW, i am recalling my memory. The people who sat near me today is.... Lars [duh.], Kenny, the pimply boy with a punctured butt, lots of girls, this boy who is rumoured to be gay, and.. er... finish... oh yeah, Cortes sat beside me when English. He slung his arm around the back of my chair like I'm his girlfriend. But he didn't remove that arm till after the lesson. I know, it was touching my back. And he kept tapping his pencil on the desk with the other hand. Then, WHO?!

And anyway, i looked up for the word 'monomia', here's the definition:
1. Pathological obsession with a single subject or idea.
2. Excessive concentration of interest upon one particular subject or idea.

Downright scary I tell you. Should I tell Lilly? It might help me. But she might force me to call the police or she'll call them herself or she'll tell my mother or....

I don't think I should.

It is so damn scary!!!! I'm even swearing!!! Though... It is mild swearing. To me anyway.

The Moscovitzs' house, Thursday, 5pm

I'm feeling very happy and relaxed. There are no Lars to follow me, there are no more scary notes [for now. ugh.], there are no lessons to bother me, there are no teachers. There is only Lilly, Pavlov, Micheal and I. hehehhehehe.

Anyway, we were watching taped episodes of Buffy, Micheal was sitting a few inches away from me, we were both sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, Lilly was spread out on the couch and Pavlov was panting beside Micheal. And i noticed that every approximate 15 minutes, Micheal will come sit closer to me in an approximate 1-2 cm!!!! Lilly was half asleep, so she wasn't really paying attention to anything in the real world.

And anyway, after an episode or two [i didn't really watch, i was too busy distracted by the oncomings of Micheal, hehehe], Micheal and I were leaning against each other. By then, Lilly was asleep, so was Pavlov.

And anyway, when the opening theme of Buffy ends, i noticed that Micheal's hand was crawling ever so slowly towards mine. I blushed and moved my hand a centimeter nearer to his. And after 10 minutes, Micheal's hand was on top of mine. Bliss.... His hand is so soft and smooth.

Unfortunately, Lilly suddenly woke up when the damned Spike shouted. She woke up and sat up abruptly, saying 'huh?!'

Micheal and I immediately moved away. Good thing she closed her eyes after saying 'huh?!' or else she'll be seeing Micheal and I sitting together with hands clasped.

Ah well, it was all too good to be true. But at least I got 8 minutes of Bliss.... Yeah, i counted the seconds. hehehhe. It was a bit after 8 minutes though.

8.26 minutes is more accurate.

Aghhh, why do i love Micheal so much?!

This is driving me nuts.

Do I have monomia ?! On him ?!

That... is.... I really don't know...

Bedroom, Thursday, February 13, 9pm

Anyway, i went back home at 7pm, Lars was on leave. His mother's doctor called him right after school and told him that his mother's sick. Wow. I thought his mother's dead. And anyway, Lilly sent me home. She was going to pick up more blank videotapes anyway. We passed Kenny on the way, he was singing. Caught a few lines, here it is,

Now you are lost in your way
Deep in an awesome story
So i will find you again
Kiss you for lonesome folly

How weird is that? His new girlfriend from Trinity, Rebecca, just broke up with him. He's probably in some deep teenage funk.

He said that song was from an anime. Figures. Only he will go around singing strange songs from some Japanese anime when in deep funk.

Josh Richter and Lana Weinberger was making out in a diner which we passed on the way to home.

Have to go now. Gotta do Algebra homework.

No calls from the scary pathalogically diseased man. Phew.

A/N: Er, so how's that? I hafta go now, that's why the chapter's so short. Sorry.

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