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

Lexie is overwhelmed with the heavy questions thrown to him by her two best friends and she can't say or do anything so she started to wail like a child. Which stunned the two. 


"You won't understand me even if I explain, I told you I already liked him before this all started, and I don't know the answers to all your questions!" She continues to sob with hiccups accompanied by hyperventilation. 


"Babe, listen to us, leave that man, we'll help you start over, okay, I and Natie will be here to protect you." Lexie knew what Brian has said is sincere. 


"Can I ask you a favor this once?" She is happy with him and as of the moment she doubts if she can still live without him, she depends on everything on him right now. Brian and Natalie knew what she is about to ask, they knew each other very well, that they can predict each other's gestures to the point that they know that one is about to fart. 


You Can't Really Have it All