Trunk Room

A few days later, while I was walking to the school building he called me up and said that he wanted to show me something he picked up a piece of tree bark and said something I couldn't quite remember. So we went to his class and he pulled something out from his bag, it was a card someone made him a card pink in colour and it was creatively made and contained a small bark of tree that's why he picked the bark earlier. About what it said? it was just simply a wishing someone his best card but we will never know.

He was quite happy about it, his face shows it and I just didn't remember what I said after that. So I went to attend to my classes. After classes were done I went to my dorm and I was about to change my school attires when he popped up and said to me that he owes her something. And I asked him what are you gonna do? and his reply just makes me laugh and soo not right in any way, he said he was gonna write her a poem and post it in his instagram story and I directly told him not too because why should anyone do that. And he agreed to not do so.

With that matter solved something came up and the teachers visited our dormitories and told some of the students from upstairs to shift downstairs, so the next day there were alot of shifting and rearrange beds and materials it was quite a hassle and no one liked it. And somehow the guy had to shift downstairs too. And guess what? I went to his bed that night and we talked about alot of things till 2 am, and yes we did discuss about the poem situation, he decided he'll make a card too in return and he asked for my help and I simply agreed not thinking about what's ahead of me.

A few days passed and he called me up to the trunk room he and his friend was there studying. He called me up to start working on the card and we were halfway done until we got interrupted by the teacher. The moment we heard him coming we hid all of the things and acted like we were studying. Our school was kind of strict. The second he left we started working on our card, the deal was I make the card and he writes the poem and the poem he came up with was a-bit misleading or maybe not, maybe it was just me thinking that way cause you know when you have feelings for someone everything just seems misleading. And just like that we were done with the card. And that night I went off to sleep wondering what it must be like to have someone to make you something, write you something. Does your heart flutters? Does it just shouts the words of joy? Do you burst to tears? I have no experience in this cause no one has ever given me anything similar as such. I just kept on wondering till I fell asleep.

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