--In a cafe--
"Ah..... A cup of ice coffee on a hot summer day do saves the day... So cooling. So relaxing~" Dave sipped his coffee with a relieved look. His arms are placed comfortably around Nicole's slim waist. Nicole, on the other hand, is cupping tightly onto her cup of ice-cream. Tim is staring at Dave. (His eyes are full of menace and they are closely following Dave's every single movement.) Jen is tugging onto Tim's arm, clinging tightly on to him. Everyone is acting as per "normal"...
"You ready for the show?" Dave whispered to Nicole. Tim's eyes are bloody red now.
"Erm. I am not sure this is right though..." Nicole replied uncertainly and hung her head low. Her eyes avoiding Tim's questioning stares. She did not want anyone (Tim, especially) to see how red her cheeks were.
Dave took a quick glance at Tim, making sure he's looking at them. And yes, as expected, Tim was still staring reproachfully at them. His fists tightly clenching the cup while Jen was still holding on to Tim without shame.
"Okay. This is the right time to do IT." Dave thought and smirked. He lifted Nicole's head to look into his eyes. His face slowly move closer to her, inch by inch.
"Nicole! Such a waste. Let me clean it off for you..." Dave said, not-so-innocently.
Nicole was puzzled by Dave's words. "What's it? What is he talking about?" She thought nervously, her heart pounding faster and faster as the seconds passed. She felt something watery around her lips. And there it was. Dave's lips!
He licked the ice-cream on the corner of her lips. His right hand was busy lifting Nicole's head torwards his own while his left hand, which was on Nicole's waist all the time, moved up along her spines. Nicole felt herself shivered and can't help tingling with excitement as her body went numb.
"Stop him, Tim. Stop him! It's just a stupid act! Can't you see through it?" Nicole kept waiting for Tim to stop Dave as she felt Dave's lips almost touching hers.
Tim was both disgusted and frustrated about this scene. He wished he did not have to see this but he did not want to let them kiss each other too. He can't help being angry at Dave's smirk while he continued to enjoy Nicole's charm. No! It should have been him. He should be the one kissing Nicole. Those arms around her waist should be his, not Dave's. Nicole should be looking into his eyes only, not Dave's. Nicole belonged to him! Tim felt anger boiling inside and then, it finally happened.
"Argh!" Dave exclaimed as Tim punched him on the face and pulled Nicole away. He rubbed his face which is swollen and red, checking to see if there's blood.
"Stop doing this!" Tim yelled. Then, he grabbed Nicole on her wrist and dragged her along with him. Nicole, on the other hand, was still dazed and trying to take her cup of unfinished ice cream and handbag along with her. Jen stared after them, wanting to follow Tim but Dave stopped her.
"Leave them alone."
"But Nicole is going to snatch my cutey pie away?!"
"Um."
"What?"
"Can you please stop using those disgusting words to describe a man?"
"You are the one being disgusting." Jen snapped. "Who licks ice cream off someone else face? That's so... Ew."
"Fine. Whatever. I lost."
"Glad you know."
"Shut up or I will lick your face."
Silence. That's more like it.
-Back to Christine and John-
(Remember? If not, refer to the previous chapter then!)
In a fashion store...
"Here! Try this... And this. This too! Ooh! And that one... Come on. Quick!" Christine threw the hand full of clothes to John and pushed him towards the fitting area impatiently.
"But I don't want to wear this kind of... It seems kind of weird to me. How can that be classified as clothes?" John stared the bunch of unknown objects in his hand which Christine had handed to him.
"You want Nicole to like you, right? Then, trust me! It will be alright!" Christine gave him a wide smile and tried to assure him.
John dragged his feets and moved towards the fitting room. "I guess so. For Nicole's sake and my own future happiness, I will try to wear a bunch of... Um, creative designs? It will be very adventurous." John decided as he took off his glasses and started untying his necktie...
"Hey. Are you alright? You have been inside for almost fifteen minutes. Is something wrong?" Christine shouted as she stared at her watch.
"Wait. I am almost ready!" John replied. In fact, he had been ready since a very long time ago. I mean, how hard could it to wear clothes? Except for struggling with a few too fashionable parts which John did not understand how to fit, it had been quite a smooth ride. It's just that he's hesitating on whether to go out or not. The shirt seemed to be uncomfortable on him. And he was still worrying on how he looked as the mirrors are placed outside the fitting rooms. He took a deep breathe and counted to hundred with his eyes closed. One. Two... Fifty.
"Can you hurry-"
John fumbled with the door lock and hastily opened the door. Christine gasped. It's exactly as she had expected. John was indeed a prince charming. Those baggy trousers, accompanied with the casual looking clothes, made him looked less nerdy now. There...
If he could just...
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?"
-To be continued-
Posted by your beloved Kar Wei.
"Ah..... A cup of ice coffee on a hot summer day do saves the day... So cooling. So relaxing~" Dave sipped his coffee with a relieved look. His arms are placed comfortably around Nicole's slim waist. Nicole, on the other hand, is cupping tightly onto her cup of ice-cream. Tim is staring at Dave. (His eyes are full of menace and they are closely following Dave's every single movement.) Jen is tugging onto Tim's arm, clinging tightly on to him. Everyone is acting as per "normal"...
"You ready for the show?" Dave whispered to Nicole. Tim's eyes are bloody red now.
"Erm. I am not sure this is right though..." Nicole replied uncertainly and hung her head low. Her eyes avoiding Tim's questioning stares. She did not want anyone (Tim, especially) to see how red her cheeks were.
Dave took a quick glance at Tim, making sure he's looking at them. And yes, as expected, Tim was still staring reproachfully at them. His fists tightly clenching the cup while Jen was still holding on to Tim without shame.
"Okay. This is the right time to do IT." Dave thought and smirked. He lifted Nicole's head to look into his eyes. His face slowly move closer to her, inch by inch.
"Nicole! Such a waste. Let me clean it off for you..." Dave said, not-so-innocently.
Nicole was puzzled by Dave's words. "What's it? What is he talking about?" She thought nervously, her heart pounding faster and faster as the seconds passed. She felt something watery around her lips. And there it was. Dave's lips!
He licked the ice-cream on the corner of her lips. His right hand was busy lifting Nicole's head torwards his own while his left hand, which was on Nicole's waist all the time, moved up along her spines. Nicole felt herself shivered and can't help tingling with excitement as her body went numb.
"Stop him, Tim. Stop him! It's just a stupid act! Can't you see through it?" Nicole kept waiting for Tim to stop Dave as she felt Dave's lips almost touching hers.
Tim was both disgusted and frustrated about this scene. He wished he did not have to see this but he did not want to let them kiss each other too. He can't help being angry at Dave's smirk while he continued to enjoy Nicole's charm. No! It should have been him. He should be the one kissing Nicole. Those arms around her waist should be his, not Dave's. Nicole should be looking into his eyes only, not Dave's. Nicole belonged to him! Tim felt anger boiling inside and then, it finally happened.
"Argh!" Dave exclaimed as Tim punched him on the face and pulled Nicole away. He rubbed his face which is swollen and red, checking to see if there's blood.
"Stop doing this!" Tim yelled. Then, he grabbed Nicole on her wrist and dragged her along with him. Nicole, on the other hand, was still dazed and trying to take her cup of unfinished ice cream and handbag along with her. Jen stared after them, wanting to follow Tim but Dave stopped her.
"Leave them alone."
"But Nicole is going to snatch my cutey pie away?!"
"Um."
"What?"
"Can you please stop using those disgusting words to describe a man?"
"You are the one being disgusting." Jen snapped. "Who licks ice cream off someone else face? That's so... Ew."
"Fine. Whatever. I lost."
"Glad you know."
"Shut up or I will lick your face."
Silence. That's more like it.
-Back to Christine and John-
(Remember? If not, refer to the previous chapter then!)
In a fashion store...
"Here! Try this... And this. This too! Ooh! And that one... Come on. Quick!" Christine threw the hand full of clothes to John and pushed him towards the fitting area impatiently.
"But I don't want to wear this kind of... It seems kind of weird to me. How can that be classified as clothes?" John stared the bunch of unknown objects in his hand which Christine had handed to him.
"You want Nicole to like you, right? Then, trust me! It will be alright!" Christine gave him a wide smile and tried to assure him.
John dragged his feets and moved towards the fitting room. "I guess so. For Nicole's sake and my own future happiness, I will try to wear a bunch of... Um, creative designs? It will be very adventurous." John decided as he took off his glasses and started untying his necktie...
"Hey. Are you alright? You have been inside for almost fifteen minutes. Is something wrong?" Christine shouted as she stared at her watch.
"Wait. I am almost ready!" John replied. In fact, he had been ready since a very long time ago. I mean, how hard could it to wear clothes? Except for struggling with a few too fashionable parts which John did not understand how to fit, it had been quite a smooth ride. It's just that he's hesitating on whether to go out or not. The shirt seemed to be uncomfortable on him. And he was still worrying on how he looked as the mirrors are placed outside the fitting rooms. He took a deep breathe and counted to hundred with his eyes closed. One. Two... Fifty.
"Can you hurry-"
John fumbled with the door lock and hastily opened the door. Christine gasped. It's exactly as she had expected. John was indeed a prince charming. Those baggy trousers, accompanied with the casual looking clothes, made him looked less nerdy now. There...
If he could just...
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?"
-To be continued-
Posted by your beloved Kar Wei.
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