Tom and Jerry

Mira heard someone calling her. She opened her eyes, realizing that her soft pink lips were pursed and moving as if to kiss the air. In a second, she banished her romantic fanfiction expression.

Mint gave Mira a weird gaze, like, "Oii, what the heck are you doing?"

"Oops… My delulu mind is always kicking my ass so hard, making me fall into an awkward situation. It's better for me to stop watching those cheesy dramas on the web," Mira thought, blinking her eyes more than five times.

"Hey! What's wrong with your lips? Why do they look like a duck's mouth?" Crossing her arms, she said, "I just asked you two questions; how many decades do I need to wait for an answer? Hurry up, I'm out of patience," Mint said.

"If I told her that I teleported here to get a lip-lock destiny from a girl, what would she think about me? What if she questions my gender or calls men in white coats? Eww, it's worse. It's better to let these lip-lock destiny secrets sleep inside my lungs. How embarrassing my life is. Love kiss, my ass. Even Cupid is playing goblin roles in my life. Dumbass Cupid," Mira thought.

Mint moved her finger close to Mira's nose and said, "Thank God! You're still alive." Mint shook Mira's shoulders. "Oiii… can you hear me? Didn't you travel back to Earth from your freaking fantasy world? Or are you practicing to be a human statue?".

Putting a brake on her internal monologue car, "Oiii… yes, yes… I can hear you. My name is Mira, I'm a second-year university student, and take your hands off me, or I'll bite them," Mira dared Mint.

Mint blinked and realized she was still touching Mira's shoulders, retracting her hands. "So… Well, did you find the reason behind your teleportation?" Mint raised her question, running it over her head.

"Before jumping to discuss that," Mira made deep eye contact with Mint's eyes, "tell me about yourself. What is your name?" Mira stated her question.

"Simple, just search the web for Thai actress 'Mint' or 'Lawan Chaiyaporn'. You can know my whole history on the web," she said proudly, tucking the hair that was on the side of her forehead behind her ear.

Mira's eyes narrowed. Again, she got into her internal monologue car and fastened the seat belt to drive it. "Can't she just tell me? Is there a lump in her throat? Can't she open her mouth and say anything? Does she become lame if she tells me about herself?" She put a brake on driving her car in her brain, rolling her eyes and searching for her cell phone.

Mira raised her eyebrows, slapped her forehead. "Oh, sh*t… I forgot to bring my phone while teleporting here!" she exclaimed.

Mint raised her voice with an impatient tone, "Never mind, tell me now, have you figured out what the reason behind this teleportation was?".

"Oops! If I tell her the truth, will she believe me? She'll think I'm completely nuts. No way, even stray dogs won't believe this sh*t," Mira whispered under her breath.

Mint leaned her head, moving her head close to Mira's mouth. "Eh?… What are you whispering? I can't hear you well. Say it out loud."

Mira leaned back, pushed Mint away, "Okay, listen," she spilled some tea about the old lady's incident. "In fact, I've been teleported here to find my true love. I mean, I'm here to find my true love. Everything will stop after finding my true love."

Mint opened her mouth widely. "What?? You're teleported here just because you're looking for a lover? Holy sh*t!" She slammed the sofa with her bare hands.

"Until you find your true love, you'll teleport into Thailand? If this teleportation was only to find your true love, then why are you teleporting to my house?"

Mira's smile stretched widely, like a cartoon character trying to hold back a fart. Her brain was stuck in the middle of the wardrobe, trying to find which kind of dress had the best excuse to dress up her lies. Her right hand fingers were playing a piano on her thigh.

"I think… you're like a Cupid," her voice touched a high pitch, "who can help me to find my true love," her voice blurted. "That's why I teleported to your home," she said in a rhythmic voice, like starring in a soap opera.

Mint's eyes widened. "What?? Me, your Cupid? In your dreams!" She jumped off the sofa like a monkey. "I won't, absolutely I won't do it. What the hell! A famous actress playing matchmaker roles to set up a crazy girl with a man! How embarrassing it would be. I won't care if you teleported here for a whole decade. I would rather be a dinosaur than be your Cupid."

"Still, you're a dinosaur in human form," Mira pictured Mint as a tiny T-Rex with a human body. "Finally, you practically approved of me staying in your house without realizing, wait, miss… well," Mira thought with an evil smirk.

A demon horn showed up in her head. "I'll get your kiss as payment for your insult, since I'm clearly welcome. Well, you've given me permission to stay, so," she stood up from the sofa, "where can I sleep? Your room, in your bed?" She stepped forward, leaned close to Mint.

Pressing Mira's forehead with her pointing finger, stopping Mira from getting close to Mint, "In your dreams! Follow me, I'll show you a room. Stay there until your teleportation stops." Mint walked towards a room.

Mint swung the room door open, turned on the switch with her long fingers to make the room light up.

The room size was five times bigger than Mira's own room. Inside the room, there was a queen-sized bed with a cozy mattress, a large tribal-door wooden cupboard with a unique design, and a tiny sofa placed in front of a 35-inch television. In the left side corner of the room, there was a luxurious bathroom with a gleaming bathtub, too.

"Wow…" Mira said with widened eyes, her pupils becoming wide, jaw dropped. "This room looks like the whole apartment," she thought, looking around the room, taking in every detail.

Mint began, "You can use this room as yours…," before she fully finished her sentence, Mira jumped into bed like a green frog jumping into a lake.

"Aw… so soft," she murmured while yawning, "I'm exhausted, let's talk tomorrow. Axsbggfagfvwvh" Mira started to talk in alien languages while rolling to the other side to sleep. Her eyes became blurred.

"Silly nut! Goodnight." Shaking her head, Mint started to close the door.

"Wait!" Mira called, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Could you turn off the light, na?"she said.

"You lazy koala! Do it on your own, or sleep with the lights on," Mint snapped, slamming the door shut. She stomped down the hallway, her steps echoing with cartoonish exaggeration, like a frustrated Tom cat.

A persistent ringing dragged Mira from sleep. She blinked, reaching for her phone. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Wait… Sri Lanka?" she mumbled, her eyes widening as she read the time on the screen.

"8:05 am?! Aiyo! I'm going to be late again!" She launched herself from the bed, a chaotic flurry of limbs.

Brushing her teeth with one hand, she shoved her books into her bag with the other. Within minutes, she was out the door, a blur of motion. She dashed down the street, her heart pounding like a drum, feeling like a frantic rat fleeing a hungry cat.

"Please, please, let me make it to university by 8:30," she pleaded under her breath.

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"Good morning, Mint. Have you finished your skincare routine? If you're done, get ready to go to the studio. You have a photo shoot today," Mint's manager, Poly, announced in her high-pitched voice.

Mint groaned, "Can't I have a day break? Arghhh…" Kicking at the plush red carpet, staring at the ceiling, she took a dramatic deep breath before walking towards her luxurious black car, her pace slower than a turtle stuck in a race with a rabbit.

"Come on, slowpoke! Are you trying to compete with snails? We're burning daylight," Poly practically dragged Mint to the car.

"I need at least another hour of sleep. Let me go, I don't want to go. My cozy bed will miss me terribly," Mint's inner Chuck character from the Angry Birds cartoon started to wake up.

Getting into the car, stubbornly crossing her arms, she refused to fasten her seat belt. Poly sighed, reaching her hands and fastening the seat belt for Mint.

"You silly girl, you're now a fully grown adult but still acting like a nineteen-year-old teenage girl." Patting Mint's head, "Be a good girl,I'll treat you to dinner today as my apology, are you happy now?" Poly poked Mint's cheeks.

Mint's face lit up like a baby who got her favorite doll as a gift on her birthday. "Okay… I'll be a good girl, Mommy," her voice turned to a babyish sound. Poly started to drive the car. They arrived at the studio within fifteen minutes.

"Good morning, Mint, this is the dress you need to wear for today's shoot. I'll wait for you in the make-up room," the stylist said, handing the heavily embroidered frock to her.

"Is this a frock or a giant rock? I can barely breathe, it feels like I'm wearing a boulder," Mint wore the dress and walked towards the make-up room.

"Hey, Mint! Good morning," Mew stood up from the chair to greet Mint. Everyone in the room gave a strange stare toward him. His strong perfume aroma made others feel dizzy.

"He's here again," Mint rolled her eyes. Her fingers tightened on the heavy fabric. She took a deep breath to force herself to throw a fake smile toward him. Her glamorous eyes didn't want any love shot arrows from him. "Good morning, little brother," she greeted him back.

His bright smile faded away like a dead flower when he heard the way she called him 'little brother'.