Chapter 4 Receiving Flowers

A week went by since our argument. And between telling me things about him and cutting ties, guess what Mr. Thegoodbigasshole chose.... Actually, I was really angry. For sure, in a very short time, I had become so attached to him, and even more. I missed him even I didn't know him... All the same, I was more angry at myself than at him.

Aah! I was so mad!

As I was busy punching myself, my phone vibrated. Like how I responded to every message of last week, I hastened to open it, only to be highly disappointed.

[Meg:

Are we going out tonight? : D]

[Mya:

Nah, I am not really in the mood to. I feel so tired. ]

[Meg:

You're so annoying, Mya... ]

Yeah, I went out a week ago. And the less I went out, the more I told myself it was just a shame to react like that because of a guy I talked to for just a period of three days, the more I moped in my room and less I went out... Infinite loop...

Then, I heard my doorbell... Megane...

"Megane! I've told you... Oops! Sorry! I thought it was my friend."

The door opened on a delivery man holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Are you Miss Jones? "

"Uh, yeah! That's me."

"I've got this for you, from Patrick."

"I shouldn't be thanking you for this. You can tell him that if he wants to give me flowers, let him do it himself... "

"Miss, I... "

Then, I closed the door on him. Did he seriously imagine he could buy me off with a bouquet of flowers? If that was the case, then he got his finger stuck in his eye, up to his shoulder. Even up to the other shoulder!

Immediately after I closed the door, I received a message.

[Mr. Asshole:

Did you receive the flowers? It's to make you accept my apologies... ]

I sighed and decided to answer him.

[Mya:

I might have forgiven you provided you had come to bring it all by yourself! ]

[Mr. Asshole:

Please, don't be like that with me. How many times will I have to apologize before you forgive me? If only I could tell you everything you want to know, I would do it. There are certain things that I must keep secret from you for the moment... But there are so many others that I would like to share with you. It's such a pity that you don't talk to me about it anymore... ]

[Mya:

Damn, but you should make an effort to understand me a little. We've only got to know each other for a few days and I stupidly told you everything about me. At the same time, I don't even know your full first name... That's really weird, don't you think so? ]

[Mr. Asshole:

The moment you learn everything, you won't find it weird, I can assure you. ]

[Mya:

Yes, but for the meantime, I do not know. I therefore do not want to deepen the conversation with you. ]

[Mr. Asshole:

What else can I do to make you talk to me the way you used to, other than telling you everything you asked me to? ]

[Mya:

I really can't say. I would like you to tell me something proving to me that you trust me. ]

[Mr. Asshole:

... If I tell you what I do for a living and knowing that afterwards you won't have to ask me questions about it, will you be okay with that? ]

[Mya:

That would be good for a start, yes. ]

[Mr. Asshole:

I am really taking huge risks by telling you this. I hope you will see that as enough proof that I trust you! ]

[Mya:

We'll see after you've said it. ]

[Mr. Asshole:

I am a member of a very well-known music band. ]

[Mya:

That's all? Is that all you're gonna tell me? ]

[Mr. Asshole:

Unfortunately, that's all I can tell you for now. I swear, I'll tell you more when we get to know each other better. I hope you forgive me a little and agree to talk to each other again like before.]

[Mya:

On one hand, I want to, but on the other, you are hiding too many things from me... ]

[Eli:

Ask me whatever you want to know and I will, as much as possible, give you an answer. ]

[Mya:

Are you really famous? ]

[Eli:

Let's say I gave a sold-out concert at The O2. ]

[Mya:

Wow! Well, now I understand a bit better why you can't talk too much about yourself. But that is not enough reason! And how did you find out my address? ]

[Eli:

We can say it like that... That's not difficult! After all, there are not many Mya Jones around Belgravia. Now it's my turn to ask questions! What kind of music do you like? ]

[Mya:

Wow! This question is rather difficult... Imagine you have a hard metal band and I tell you that I like zouk... You put too much pressure on me! ]

[Eli:

Either way, you won't know my band right away. So, you can answer. Be yourself. I like the girl I'm talking to just the way she is. :)]

Looks like he liked me, for real... He shouldn't have said it that way. It was not possible that I liked a famous guy...

[Mya:

I don't like a particular style. I can listen to metal as well as pop, rap or classical. I don't have a certain style. If I have to choose a genre that I should listen to for the rest of my life, it would certainly be rock. I hope you find my answer suitable now.]

[Eli:

Absolutely! That means you're an open girl and that's nice. :) What are you listening to right now? ]

[Mya:

How do you know I'm listening to music right now? : o]

[Eli:

Lol, I said right now like these days, not at this present moment. ]

[Mya:

Admit that you've been stalking me since you have my address!

Uh... A little bit of everything... Right now, what's in my ears is a Powder Keg song. I have a friend who listens to this song on repeat, and after a while, I broke down. I like their music, but seeing how she told me about it, I feel like they're too marketing a band. Their music is not bad, but the fans around them freak me out and make me feel like if I like music from them, I'm going to join a cult. Lol. But it's a shame because I really appreciate their music. How I made a pavement for you! Don't get me started on music! ]