he had thanked me for following back, but i didn't know who he was so i said, "sure, but who are you?" his response was rude, in my opinion; "i'm just someone who follows you randomly. can't i?"
"bitch, i was just asking, what the hell is your problem?" i replied; but a much, much more polite version.
it was around the time when everyone was putting their birthdates as their Twitter name, and i saw that he had, too. it was the first few hours of the day after Christmas, and i saw him tweeting shit like, "will anybody wish me for my birthday?"
well, it was not even 15 minutes and plenty of people already had, looking at the amount of Happy Birthdays he had retweeted.
i judged him for that, and i did have something against birthdays, so i further thought of him as a jerk.
along came another one of those lazy days where i was just slacking my ass off in front of the computer. Pewdie's "i don't know about you but i know about Clemmyclue" came to mind suddenly; and like what we all do with our thoughts, i tweeted it.
he responded to it, and we had a conversation revolving around my favourite Youtuber. at one point he asked me a question and when i answered, he said, "oh i knew that. i just asked to keep the conversation going."
i really thought he was a jerk.
i've no idea why, but i really like to interact with people i thought were jerks, for whatever perverse reasons. i was always adding my own comments to his tweets, as much as i really didn't like him.
there was this one tweet of his which i quoted and added my own opinion to. when he replied to it, i got really annoyed because i was just agreeing and adding my own comments, i don't need you to reply to it, don't i? [that's what i think quoting is for okay]
he called me a prettyhead, and my inner response was oh fuck you.
i really had something against him, for whatever reasons.
i was once on the train leaving Pasir Ris, and i tweeted some cheem English phrase about why i don't enjoy being in the place. he retweeted and said afterwards how attractive girls with good English were. i knew straightway that he was referring to me.
we talked right there, on Twitter, and at the end of the conversation he tweeted; do you have a boyfriend ): again, i knew somehow that he was referring to me.
after those strange series of interactions, i found myself looking through his Twitter profile whenever i could. when i was doing so, i would always tell myself, is this jerk still following me? he'd better be.
that was the excuse i gave myself for stalking his profile. i saw the pictures of him in his suit and i thought he actually looked kind of familiar.
i once tweeted a webcam picture of myself and i got so pissed at him for retweeting it. why the hell would you retweet that, now everyone's gonna see and freaking judge me.
and so, came 2013 and he excitedly announced that he was going to be 17. i replied to it, about how i was turning 18, and he got so shocked. "are you serious O: why are you so old", he said.
as much as i still didn't really like him, we had a proper conversation and he ended up getting my number.
the first thing i said to him in our Whatsapp conversation was how i'd found his face familiar; like i'd seen it in a dream before.
the first thing he said to me was "i need a name. to be honest i saved your number as Crush."
and i was like, ohmygod kill him.
he told me about his past relationships, although i swear i did not once brought up the topic. he tried to coax me into telling him mine, but i totally refused.
i didn't really want him to like me for so many reasons. i showed him bits of my ugly side, the scars beneath my hat [a metaphor for my inhumane thoughts] but somehow it just further fueled his crush on me. he said i was unique. well i thought that was bullshit.
no matter, i still replied him whenever he texted me. i gave him my opinions on life here and there, and he always emphasised on how mature he thought i was.
he constantly reminded me about his crush on me, though i did nothing to regard it.
over the short period i found myself talking to him more and more. he had called me on the day of our O levels results and told me how he felt about his. idk, but i really liked his voice.
i'd gone to the airport that night and on my way back, he called me again. he told me how he had told his best friend about me, how unique he thought i was and how he had a crush on me.
we first met at the airport, and as annoying as he was, i thought he was really cute. i enjoyed his company a lot, though i was trying so hard not to show it.
yes my Axes, if you hadn't already guessed, i met Aamir on Twitter. he lives in Johor, but he's Singaporean alright. that's why he's a leopard cat; because you'd have to pay and travel just to see him. [it's a silly metaphor but i like it okay]
again, this boyfriend is a lot more popular than i am. i've met and hung out with three of his friends but he's never met any of mine before. [thats because i don't have any] i've never showed him off to anyone like how he does me to his friends.
he was proud of having me as his girlfriend from the very start, but it was only after our first kiss that i really felt more feelings towards him. i don't know if you find this weird, but that kiss did seem like a "lock" of some sort.
it's far too early to say anything more, but i know i really like Aamir for who he is.
i'm an asshole for being a douchebag one second and a sweetie the next.
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