A/N:
Sorry, it's not long, I'm really trying hard to make this story believable, like this could have happened. Anyways, hope wewe like it!
R/R!
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"Do wewe have an extra pencil?" wewe ask him.
He stares at wewe blankly. So, wewe ask him again.
"Do wewe have a-"
"No."
wewe scrunch your eyes brows in confusion, and turn your head to the professor at the front of the room. That was your first encounter with Gregory House. He didn't seem all that interesting, wewe thought.
A few months had gone by, and wewe had not spoken to him since. Until the mid term. wewe think long and hard at the answer right infront of your eyes, debating what it could be, in that brain of yours. Come on think Lisa, think. wewe say to yourself, in your head. As you're thinking, wewe can't help but see blue eyes from beside you, looking at your test, from the corner of your eye. Is he cheating off me? You're hoping that maybe he's just staring at the low cut juu wewe happened to wear today, au maybe the cleavage that it shows, that would make zaidi since if he was looking there. But, he wasn't. He was looking at your test, moving his pencil back and forth, copying your every answer. wewe have a thought, and a smug smile appears on your face. The answer that has not been figured out, wewe finally answer. Putting the farthest thing from the right answer. And, as wewe thought right, he quickly marks down the answer wewe just filled in.
TBC.
Sorry, it's not long, I'm really trying hard to make this story believable, like this could have happened. Anyways, hope wewe like it!
R/R!
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"Do wewe have an extra pencil?" wewe ask him.
He stares at wewe blankly. So, wewe ask him again.
"Do wewe have a-"
"No."
wewe scrunch your eyes brows in confusion, and turn your head to the professor at the front of the room. That was your first encounter with Gregory House. He didn't seem all that interesting, wewe thought.
A few months had gone by, and wewe had not spoken to him since. Until the mid term. wewe think long and hard at the answer right infront of your eyes, debating what it could be, in that brain of yours. Come on think Lisa, think. wewe say to yourself, in your head. As you're thinking, wewe can't help but see blue eyes from beside you, looking at your test, from the corner of your eye. Is he cheating off me? You're hoping that maybe he's just staring at the low cut juu wewe happened to wear today, au maybe the cleavage that it shows, that would make zaidi since if he was looking there. But, he wasn't. He was looking at your test, moving his pencil back and forth, copying your every answer. wewe have a thought, and a smug smile appears on your face. The answer that has not been figured out, wewe finally answer. Putting the farthest thing from the right answer. And, as wewe thought right, he quickly marks down the answer wewe just filled in.
TBC.
When does upendo become something we need, rather than something we want? upendo was seen as something special a long time ago. Now upendo is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. upendo is common currency when wewe are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older wewe get. Do we not care about the substance of what upendo was and not what it has been made into today kwa commercialisation from American sinema and televisheni commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience upendo for real, can we maoni and judge others who are in Love. upendo means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of upendo is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? upendo is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.