FreakhoodAfter snoozing for 30 minutes or so, he sprang up and went to the toilet straight. Afraid that he was going to barge into a toilet with a naked girl and felt awkward for the rest of the morning, he decided to be cautious and checked under the duvet. Found me under the mountain of blankie and pillows, he hastily threw a "Sorry, thought you were in the toilet" back to my pair of legs. Then, the peeing started. I went back, or rather tried to go back to slumberland. Before I was woozy, he dashed out. Again? This time, what? Interestingly, he went to acquaint with his freezer, took out something that sounded like ice. Wasn't it a bit early for ice? And what's ice for at this time of the day? Crushing them with his teeth? Need ice coffee that urgently? Again, he did the unexpected? Went back to the shower. What the fuck? Showering with ice? Weird. I was too awake and thirsty, went to the kitchen for my virgin drink and to my horror, the stuff he took out was not ice. I had to stare at them for a good old minute before I could figure out they were little frozen cocktail franks. LITTLE.FROZEN.COCKTAIL.FRANKS. What the fuck is he doing with them in the shower?!?!??!?! I needed to stop my imagination from going wild before my head hurts and hid under the duvet, like how a child would deal with trauma when she thought some vampire was going after her. Am I sleeping with a freak?!?!?!? FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK!!! Scaaaared!!! Please don't come out now. I can't deal with this. The moment has arrived, he emerged, stark naked. I sat up on my bed, trying so hard to ask casually. "Are you in a rush?" The question came with a pure intent in knowing if I needed to rush my ass off to keep up with his schedule. "No." He answered. "I'm going to cook you breakfast." Thank good.ness! OMG OMG OMG, you don't know how relieved I was. It was.... I.N.T.E.N.S.E. If my heart was any weaker, it was gonna blow. I am civilised enough to be polite, so I managed, "Awww... Thank you." Walked past him on my way to the loo, touched his stomach. Thought I needed the human connection, badly, before all my 'false pretence' fell apart.
He continued "Coffee?"
I beamed "Tea." His face screwed up, like, where am I supposed to find tea now. Well, it was a cheap thrill for me. Breakfast was... breakfast. The coffee surprised me, nice. And I would have offered to do the dishes before the order came. Fair enough, just didn't enjoy the fact that he doesn't think I would have done it. ......
After a round of errand and a few rounds of jam, he dropped me off KLCC. I spent an obscene 664 at Topshop. I had told Siew that the problem was catching up, especially this month and especially this time. She wondered aloud if the sex was that bad to cause such damage. I assured her it was totally a control problem and I will fix that in no time. I glued my ass at Bagel Station for the next 3 hours to read, and of course, to prevent any further damage. ...
While we were stuck in a jam after Jo picked me up, among random innate conversation, I told her my encounter in the morning. Right when I told her those little cocktail franks. She turned and grinned. "He's going to cook you breakfast." "Oh my God. How the fuck do you know? I thought he's a FREAK!!!" "YOU are the freak." We both laughed till our stomach hurts. We continued to 'venture' our conversation into cooking and concluded that my judgement was totally off tangent due to different practices of defrosting. Well, I always thought I was a potential freak. Now, freakhood has embraced me with open arms. -C- You can call me a freak, only like a word of endearment, with 2 conditions: 1. Smile when you're saying it 2. Give me a kiss after Other than that, I'll be offended and will try kicking you in the balls. :) | 
