Chapter 101 Siri

"I do not get it," Weston pouted while putting the paintbrush down and frown at his own work. 'Why is the opposite of black is white, while the opposite of green is not pink." "Uh..." I wondered out loud as I too put my paint brush down and looked at my cousin beside me. "Humor me, West. Why would the opposite of green be pink?" "AHA!" He beamed, "Why will it not be pink?" "Uh..." Did he just end up asking the same question? "I do not know." 'Guess." I raised an eyebrow and shrugged my shoulders. I told him my unsure answer. 'Because it is uh, pink...?" He chuckled deeply and this mysterious look sparkled in both of his eyes. "Why?" Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions? He crossed his arms in front of hist chest. "Why should I not be asking you these questions?" I squinted my eyes. "Why are you answering my questions with more questions?" He shrugged. "Why should I not be answering you a question to your questions?" I blinked. "I am honestly kind of confused right now." He continued. "Why are you kind of confused?" "Because why is green not the opposite of pink?" I asked with a nod before putting my own paintbrush down and grab my phone. "Let's ask Google!" "I AGREE!" He cheered as he moved right beside me. I typed in, "why is pink not the opposite of green?" and the question "why is red the opposite of green" popped up.  "Great." I frowned as I scroll down for answers, "Even Google is not sure with the question." "I KNOW SOMEONE WHO DOES!" He grinned happily as he grabbed my phone from my hand and did some pressing. "HEY SIRI!" "Oooh Siri, she knows everything." I agreed while clapping my hands. I scoot closer to him. "I'll ask the question!" "But I want to ask the question." He whined like a baby. "It's my phone. My property." "So?" He pulled my phone away and stood up, guarding the phone as if his life depends on it, as if it was a pearl, as if... as if it was his precious. "So," I started saying slowly while standing up and getting ready to tackle him down, "I get to do what I want," I said the words slowly and finished it with an assuring smile. His eyes widened, mocking me, daring me. "What do you want?"  "I WANT TO TALK TO SIRI!" I screamed as I jump towards him and landed on his right side. He shrieked -like a girl- as we both fell on the floor.  "But I have the phooooone!" He screamed while rolling on the floor like we were both on fire -since I was wrapped around his body, I myself was also rolling on the floor, his weight crushing me and all. "But that's my phone-!" I grabbed his hair and started yanking it, "GIVE ME MY PHONE, WESTON!" "NO!" He howled out in pain. "LET IT GO!" "I'M NOT ELSA!" Was his smart remark as he made a reference to Disney's frozen, "SO NO!" "What is going on here?" I heard the familiar voice of Elliot, which made me look down on my feet and see him leaning on the door with an amused look on his face. Still not releasing my deadly grip on my cousin's hair, I yanked it while giving Elliot an answer, "He has my phone!" A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he walked towards us, "Hey West, give me the phone." WHAT?! "NO!!!" West shouted while digging my phone deeper on his chest, "NEVER!" "I'm here to help you." "SHE IS YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND WHO YOU BROKE UP WITH AND REGRETTED IT AND SUFFERED DURING THE YEARS SHE WAS AWAY BECAUSE TURNS OUT, SHE IS THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE." West screamed loudly, 'WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? MR. DUMB DUMB?" What? "Weston!" I gasped out loud because I was completely thrown off from what he had just said. I looked at Elliot through my lashes and waited for his reaction. I was honestly hoping for a blush, heck, I'm even expecting him to deny it. Anything. Any reaction from him. At least a reaction from him would show whether it was real or not. So, when all he did was to give us his infamous smirk before diving in to grab my phone Weston is taking in hostage, I heard my heart broke. Because just like the day he broke up with me, Elliot Langston did not care. "NO!" Weston screamed his lungs out as I immediately shove away the emotions creeping towards my nerves and unfastened myself from my cousin and ran towards Elliot. "GIVE ME MY PHONE!" "Why?" El smirked as I tried to grab it from his hold. "What was happening here?" "I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ABOUT ANYTHING." I paused. 'Remember? Just like you, I have no obligation to tell you about anything that I did or will do." I told him with a frown and a little shake with my head. I sighed harshly. 'Just give me back my phone." El raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really?" "Yes! Really. SO, GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE." Instead of giving it back to me, he raised it higher.  I am a tall person -kind of a tall person. I mean, I am. I am 5'5, but sadly, he is 6'4. Which means that I am way shorter than he is. And, like this situation right now, I do not like it. Not even a little bit. El chuckled and said, "Hey West,"  "What?" I heard West groaned out, and from the sound of it, it sounds like he was whining too. "Did you hear her say the word please?" "No." He spat out grumpily. "SERIOUSLY?" I asked indecorously, "THAT IS MY PHONE!" Elliot winked at me, "Manners, babe."  "Don't call me that." I fumed angrily. He lost the rights to call me that. No one gets to call me a pig anymore. He shrugged and faked a yawn while stretching his limbs out, which made him raise my phone higher, "This is not going anywhere." "ELLIOT!" I whined loudly and gave him my best pout. "You know what you gotta do."  And with that, I once again froze on my spot.  That is his favorite line when we were dating because that means that I have to beg him for me to get something I want.  And I'm not talking about the "pretty please with a cherry on the top" or "pretty please with a dolphin half unicorn with fairy dust all over" kind of begging, but the type of beg where I have to say three different things that I love about him.  It was absolutely easy a few years ago. I mean, even way before we were dating. After all, I love this guy. Back when were friends, and back when we were together with a label stamped all over us. And I like to believe that he too had loved me -past tense, a long time ago, centuries ago. But now... yeah, spell awkward: T-H-I-S S-I-T-U-A-T-I-O-N. "You are not serious, right?" I chuckled awkwardly as I put both of my hands down and avoid his gaze by looking around everywhere -except him, of course. "Cobie," He simply chuckled like the good old times. 'ou know what you gotta do." Shutting my mouth closed, I paused for a second before deciding to screw keeping my pride and integrity, and started jumping up in the air, trying to take my phone away from him. I heard Weston's ridiculously loud laugh behind us, "You act like Doooora the Explorer!" I twirled around and gave my cousin a tight smile, "And you look like boots." I turned back and started hopping again. Elliot chuckled while shaking his head, "You know what you gotta do." Stopping, I sighed in defeat and crossed my arms across my chest. I looked at the floor and said, "I like your smile, I like your eyes, and I like your laugh." "Hmmm..." Elliot mocked. 'Other than the fact that I can feel the insincerity coming out of your own voice, I think I heard you use the wrong word." "You didn't." Yes, I did. I do not like his beautiful smile, I do not like his irresistible eyes, and I certainly do not like his laugh -I love it. I love him. But there is no way in hell that I am telling him that. We used to use the word love because it is the truth. But for the life of me, I do not think that I can hit rock bottom anytime soon because it took me almost two years to pick myself up again. Elliot Langston broke my heart once; he had broken my whole being. And I owe it to my past self to not crumble into his arms again. He lifts my head up by putting a hand on my chin, "Look at me and tell me the truth."  I looked at his beautiful face and felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. His touch still amazingly does magic on my skin. Just a simple gesture but... it is everything. He was everything. He used to be my everything. His eyes too were the most beautiful pair of emerald eyes I have ever seen, his beautiful green eyes. His whole being is so beautiful. I gulped and looked up to stop my tears that are threatening to fall down on my cheeks. A second later, I looked at him and repeated what I have said, "I like your smile, your eyes, and your laugh." Not even a heartbeat later, he said, "You are still lying." "I am not," I blinked. 'I am no liar," I lied. "You are." He frowned as his bushy eyebrows squinted and created a wrinkle on his beaitufl face. I covered my laugh with a scoff and started snorting like an idiot. "How would you know?" As if he knows that I am getting frustrated because of my own lied, he gave me his million-dollar smirk. "I just do." I sighed out loud and locked eyes with him. 'Fine, I love your smile, I love your eyes, and I love your laugh." I immediately bit my inner cheeks to stop myself from crying when our memories started flooding in my mind. In the past, he would smile and peck my lips as he says, "I love you too". He would reply with the word "you" because according to him, he loves all of me. Inside and out. You was not just a pronoun used to describe another person, for him, the word you was my whole being. See how romantic he was? Who would not fall in love with him, right? But that was in the past, centuries ago. I thought to myself for what seems like the millionth time since I have seen this man. So, when he took a step forward and pecked me on my forehead while muttering, "I love you too." I froze. "I love myself too," Weston called out from behind us, which brought me back to reality and snap me out of my own daze. "But you don't see me kissing myself." I looked at Elliot and saw him still smiling at me with a very familiar look in his eyes. The same way he used to look at me during our dates or night ins. The same look he gave to me a day before he crushed my heart and left me to crash and burn. So, to honor and respect myself, I immediately took advantage of the situation and jumped up as high as I can in order to grab my phone. I successfully did that, the same way how I have successfully left the scene of the crime and run outside the room.