It was a bright, sunny day and I decided to look for the answers to my questions. I had to check him out, maybe talk it out over coffee. Maybe he’d agree. Maybe not. I don’t know but I am so frustrated to talk to him. I miss him. I miss US. I miss everything about him.

Before you could reach the flight of stairs of the building, a silver ford car passed and splashed mud all over your dress. Your mind went blank and after a millisecond, you cursed out loud, “Screw you! You splashed all over my skirt!” Guess who that driver was.

  I was seated a meter away from him, for the thirtieth time now. He was wearing sky blue polo and faded jeans. He was much occupied with the book he was reading. With my head hung low, I pretended to

  Some fan girls just have that big problem they cannot seem to answer. If your world revolved around EXO alone, what would you do when you lose a ticket for their concert?

  I couldn’t say anything. I think my life was scripted from the start. I wondered if there were hidden cameras lurking around the corner and then after a while, when I start to cry, the director would just puff out from somewhere and he’d tell me I was fooled. I felt like I was playing the role of the helpless girl who marries this rich,

      “You’re pretty, yes. But I’m prettier.” Luhan said and I felt chills crawling up my legs. How could a handsome guy like him talk in that way?

I don't know why i typed this story... i just want to kicked my stressed out and having fun with my new-baby-called bias TAO~:D Enjoyed;)