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remember the day I visited your place?

i think it's Wednesday and afternoon classes were suspended because our professor, once again, went on a journey to see the world. 

"Now what?" I asked myself aloud thinking what will i do for the rest of the afternoon. 

"You can come to my place and watch some vids or something", you proposed knowing going home is not that appealing to me since you know me.

i agreed to the idea since it's by far the best alternative i have compared to sleeping in the library or playing guitar hero in the arcade by myself.

we walked to your place. 8th floor. a small room you're renting. i remember taking a few wrong turns and you pulling the corner of my sleeves everytime i'll go the opposite direction. it's funny how you'll look irritated everytime but never gives up on pulling me, making me do wrong turns intentionally.

We're standing in front of your door and I'm looking at you as you're trying to fit the keys to that small lock you insisted on buying before. you dropped the keys thrice. yes thrice. making me laugh my soul out. you glared at me but that made me laugh more.

We walked inside your room, something i shouldn't describe for your sake, but i can say it's quite neat. you turned the fan on and you laughed as i immediately sit in front of the fan, almost hugging it. You went to your bed and opened your laptop, selecting an anime to watch. I stood up and walked towards your bed before deciding to sit on the floor beside it so that we'll be side by side each other. i remember you getting all excited with every single part of the show, pointing at the character and shouting everytime something will happen. and that made me laughed. 

few minutes passed and you stopped shouting. i turned my head to see what you're doing. and there something happened to me.

Author's Note

unfinished. any suggeston, ideas, guess on what wll happen next? comment thanks. :)

Reviews

[hi]

hummmm well first fix the spelling mistake,

well to be honest maybe you could write a bit more, not much to go by in order to know who or what we are reading