"Hey, Yang?"

"What's with the call Mia?" I asked her.

"Why do you sound so annoyed? Aren't you happy I called you, Best friend? " She laughed.

"I'm doing something here, okay?" I rolled my eyes even though she can't see me.

Of course, because we're on a phone call.

"I know what you doin ', Leah. You're just scrolling in facebook finding some meme to share. Gosh, Leah! When will you stop doing that? I mean when we are in school and it's vacant you're doing that and when it's weekend you're also doing that. "

"You talk too much girl." I rolled my eyes again. I don't like the idea of her scolding me because of this.

"When will you stop?" she asked again.

"Not gonna happen." Then, I ended the call.

Duhh! As if I can? This is my life. Facebook is my life. Facebook is my comforter when no one else would. And I'm enjoying doing this.

As they said, do what makes you happy. And this is me, doing what makes me happy.

I was busy scrolling when a name popped up in my screen again.

"Shocks! When will they stop calling me?" I mentally asked and answered the call.

"What's with the call Sean?"

"I knew it. I know you will ask me the same question you asked Mia earlier." He laughed

"You guys really talk too much, just please answer me because your interrupting my business."

I am very aware I sound annoyed because I really am.

"Interrupting your business, huh? You're not even gonna ask why I am with Mia?"

"No need, I know you're dating." I joked, trying to fool around.

But seems like he didn't get it.

"We're what? Dude, you're crazy. I swear you are. To think I will date my cousin? You're insane. Really." He shouted.

I bit my lower lip to stop from hurting. I cannot affor being shouted.

"I'm just kidding," I said trying to sound like I'm not crying. Then I ended the call.

This is the problem with me. I'm so sensitive. I hate this but I have no choice.

I was born like this and no matter how hard I try to change it. I can't because this is me.

I wiped away my tears when someone knocked the door. I am not expecting any visitors today. I got up from the couch and adjusted myself.

It's embarrassing to face the visitor as if you were in a fight. I faced the mirror and fixed my messy hair I also put some powder so it wouldn't be too noticeable that I cried. I smiled at the mirror.

"Smile, Leah, you have no choice. We're back at pretending. Be ready," I mentally said and sighed.

I went to the door and opened it. I opened it with a smile on my face.

He's back is on me because he's facing the other side. I cleared my throat to inform him that I already opened the door.

He faced me.

I smiled at him. "Hey du ---" He didn't let me finished my sentence because he hugged me, so tight.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

I faced him and smiled. "What's wrong?" I asked pretending I didn't know what he was saying.

He hugged me again ang tighter this time. "I didn't mean to say those words, dude. Im sorry." He whispered.

"You sure you didn't mean it?" I asked him

"Okay, I mean it but I'm sorry. I just got carried away. I mean you don't sound like you're joking so I assumed you're serious. And I'm so sorry for that. I really am, dude," he said softly without even looking at me.

"It's okay. Come on in." I guided him onto the sofa.

"I'm really sorry, dude." He pulled me to sit on the sofa.

"It's okay though I know you really meant it. And besides its my fault. I joked not thinking about what would be your reaction." I faked a laugh.

"You cried?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Nah! There's no reason to cry," I lied, of course.

I don't wanna tell him I did cried because he shouted at me.

"Dude, stop lying. I heard you cried earlier before you ended the call." He arch his brows.

"You heard me, huh?" I faked a laugh again. "So what's my sound? Do I sound like a goat? Pig? Cow?" I joked again trying to cover the serious mood.

He's just too serious that I'm afraid he'll not stop asking me. I don't want anyone to know that I'll cry just over small things.

"Stop fooling around, Leah. I know you," he seriously said.

"No, you don't know me, Sean," I mentally said again.

"Of course you know me. You're not here if you don't, Sean." I joked but he didn't laugh. He's just staring at me.

"What's with that look, Sean?" I asked curiously though I already know the reason.

"You don't have to pretend when you're with me, dude. Just be you and I'll accept you." He then smiled at me.

"Who says I'm pretending, dude? You're over reacting." I even slapped his arm lightly.

"When you're with me stop pretending, ease? I hate it, it felt like you are not true to me and to your self," he said seriously, half pleading.

"I need to pretend to cover up the pain and to protect my self," I answered seriously.

"Is it hard?" he suddenly asked.

"Hard what?" I asked him, shocked at his sudden question. " I don't know, dude, I don't have one. I'm a girl, remember?"

He laughed at what I said. Did I say something wrong? That's right, I don't really know because I'm a woman. Duh!

After he laughed that he almost ate me, he became serious.

"What I mean is, is it hard not to show what you really feel inside your heart, dude. Tsh! Dirty minded!" He laughed. " Silly!"

And then realization bumped me.

" So stupid of you self," I mentally said for the nth time.