"You do not fall in love...

Love falls into you...

It penetrates your heart...

Infiltrates your mind...

Takes over your soul..."

Deborah read aloud, holding a diary in her left hand and gesturing with her right one as she emphasised on each of the words written in pink glittery ink.

"Where does it fall from? The sky?" Maddox chuckled as he looked up towards the sky, pretending to be in search of something.

"Oh shut up Maddox! Can't you just remain silent and appreciate this beautiful piece of poetry?" the annoyed young brunette snapped as she threw an angry look at Maddox.

"Was it poetry? I thought it was some kind of boring essay written by a grade two kid," Maddox mumbled amidst his giggles.

"How mean! Anyway, you do not even know anything about poetry," Deborah complained.

"How can you say so? I am a poet by birth!" boasted the young guy.

"Oh really? So, let me hear some of your poetic verses Mr Howard!" Deborah challenged him.

Maddox cleared his throat and winked.

"Dressed like a..."

"No! Don't start with your 'dressed like a zebra, her name is Deborah' else you will get punched!" Deborah exclaimed as she punched Maddox jokingly.

"No, I was going to read out something else today," Maddox claimed.

"Really? Okay, go on, Mr Howard!"

"No, leave it, Miss Deborah!"

"Come on!"

"No!"

"No problem Mr Howard! So, I will go on reading mine then!"

"Yours?" Maddox questioned, "Did you write it?"

"Why? Any doubt? Hey! Give it back to me! This is my diary! Deborah yelled as Maddox snatched the diary from her.

"This is your diary obviously but this is not your handwriting my dear!" Maddox said, with his eyebrows raised.

"So?"

"It means someone else has written this!" Maddox said, sounding like a detective.

"Okay! Fine! I give up," Deborah smiled.

"Why are you all smiling? As far as I know you, you ought to be sulking or yelling at me. So, how come you are happy?" Maddox asked, his eyes moving away from Deborah and back to the lines written on the yellowish page of the diary.

"Because you recognised it was not my handwriting. It means that you know me so well! You even know my handwriting!" the young girl chirped.

"Obviously. Tomorrow will be one whole year since I know you!" Maddox smiled.

"Wow! You even remember the exact date you met me?" asked Deborah, giving a smile back to Maddox.

"Yes! And the blue or purple ball incident as well!" Maddox laughed. "Anyway, do you know the difference between blue and purple now?"

"Shut up! It was blue!" Deborah argued.

"It was purple!" Maddox insisted.

"Blue!"

"Purple!"

The furious Deborah crossed her arms and looked away, pouting her mouth as she always did when she happened to be angry.

"Okay fine. It was blue," Maddox gave up as he would do anything just to make Deborah smile again. "Anyway, who wrote that poem?"

Deborah's frown slowly gave way to a huge smile, "Angel. She wrote that in my diary five years back when we were just around ten."

"I knew it should have been her. Such words can come from her only. How I miss her," he sighed.

"What do you mean? I cannot write such words? You always underestimate me! Why?" Deborah whined.

Maddox was taken aback by the sudden change in the brunette's mood. He first thought that she was saying so jokingly, but, within some seconds, he was certain that she was indeed angry.

"Deb, why are you furious? I know I once said that you look cute when you are angry but this doesn't mean you always have to look cute," Maddox teased.

"Stop it! I don't want to listen to your jokes. You always underestimate me!"

"Oh God!" Maddox lamented. "What did I say, Angry Lady?"

"You said that such words can only come from Angel. At first when you thought I wrote them, you said it was like a boring stuff written by a grade two kid! And now that you know Angel wrote them, you saying that they are beautiful."

"Someone is jealous!"

"No! I am not jealous. I am just sad. There is a difference. You know me for so long and you have known Angel for a very short period of time, yet, she is your favourite! You always flatter her and belittle me!"

"Deb! Are you serious? Do you even know what you are saying?"

"Yes I do!"

"Then, you are wrong."

"I'm always wrong, I know."

"Deb, this is getting too far now. You are misunderstanding things."

Maddox felt his heart cramp when he saw a drop of tear rolling down Deborah's cheek. At that moment, all the feelings that he had been burying deep inside his chest came overflowing.

"Deb, it is true that I like Angel, but..."

"But?" Deborah asked as more tears welled up her eyes.

"Angel has been a good friend in the little time I have known her. I like her, but..."

"But what Maddox?"

"I like Angel, but... But, I love you Deb."

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Hello my readers...

Looks like love is in the air. Well, well... To be honest, I don't like love stories. Hahaha!

I love life stories. <3 What about you?

My motto is, "let's take life lessons from love stories!"