Lexie was trying to stretch one day because of overeating, she left her friends inside the restaurant who wants to become gluttons incarnate. She happily sniffs the air when someone bumps into her.

"Sorry, I'm on a daze."  She apologized thinking, it's her fault for being in a daze.

"No, it's my fault. I'm not looking, are you okay?" She nodded her head and when she looked up, it was 'that guy!'. 

Ba-dump, ba-dump, skip, ba-dump. The drumming of her heart is overwhelming that it competes with his voice.

"Oh, I'm just stretching." Why did she even say that? 

"That's good! see you around then." 

He gave her a salute and winks. He is so charming that Lexie's knees went weak. She wanted to talk to him longer but he's gone, she wanted to run after him but he's nowhere to be found. He is like that icecream peddler who went by so fast that she missed her chance to call and buy her favorite flavor. Disappointed Lexie wanted to cry. She has no idea that he did it deliberately.


He knows her name, even her mother's family tree. He counted how many underwear she got and what color are they. He also knows what time she poops and for how many times in a day. He is familiar with her daily routine that he knows she picks her nose when she goes out of bed. Her favorite dish is tuna soup, she loves to draw and paint. He also has her lost socks, exam results, hair ties, and some items that she owned. He got all kinds of her picture, smiling Lexie, pouting, crossed eyed, fat, cute, ugly, bad hair day and the picture of her wearing a red dress and red lipstick. There's a whole room of her memorabilia. In his mind, she is already his.

He is Sweet but a Psycho

His mood improved the next day. Although he still didn’t do the chores, Lexie didn’t want to complain anymore because she didn’t want his mood to go down again. She made a bonfire in front of the beach and tried to play the guitar. She finds no entertainment watching TV or browsing the web. So she tried to play the tune he was teaching her the night before. He brought his flute and played a very sad tune again. 


“Just how many musical instruments can you play?” Was he an undiscovered musical genius? His stare was too far too. 


She didn’t have a choice but to initiate the thing he likes doing most, sex. She kissed him and didn't know if she was doing it right, after a few coaxing he responded with a fiery passion. And ended up making love on the beach. Lexie asked herself, is this romance? 


He woke her up at six in the morning the next day. His mood is much lighter. 


Toughen her up