Well, I guess not all girls seem that way. The one’s I’ve met however only want money. It’s been like that ever since I’ve come into being rich. Money this, money that… sometimes I feel as though they don’t want to befriend me. They just want to befriend my money (/ sighs ) Anyways, I guess until I meet someone who can convince me otherwise, then… all woman are Gypsies. And for now,
I’ll take you off that Gypsy list because you seem relatively normal.Ahaha, You really think so? (/ laughs ) It’s not like I haven’t dabbled in trades and economy before so, I’m already pretty good at it.
Yes, Minho-ssi *chuckles* because you love to assume stuff, you know my dad say only economists are expert on assuming stuff *grins annoyingly* girls are gypsies, then all girls love money, girls love big and expensive wedding, and now girls wanna befriend your money *giggles*
As far as I’m concerned, as long as a girl loves money… she is a gypsy. They don’t get married everyday mind you. They get married once, but the wedding is so big and expensive that they could be well over one million dollars. This is why I refuse to get married. I’m NOT paying that much money for just a wedding dress. Girls seem to be very into having the best wedding and the best dress. Me? Not so much.
Hey! it’s not that girls love money, I think everyone needs money to live anyway. *raises her hands* and! and! and how about arranged marriages? *gets off topic and mumbles* you’re lucky you have a choice to not be married to someone. But, since i dont want a big and grand marriage, because it’s only Yonghwa anyway, *mumbles again* I am not a gypsy! *rolls her eyes and chuckles* and Minho-ssi I think you could be a good economist.
Annyeong! *waves* nice to meet you! My name is Jiyoung, I live in room 61 *smiles*
‘Please accept my apology!’
After a half hour of waiting, Namjoo gave up and retreated into her room.
‘Thanks!’ Jiyoung answered Namjoo happily and she followed the girl into her room, she was relieved Namjoo seemed okay. She was scared the girl was still angry and annoyed because she accidentally broke her camera. It was too clumsy and careless. Jiyoung hugged one of the pillows and sat down on the floor. Of course she didn’t mind sitting on the floor, the girl was being very nice to her even after she broke her camera.
Amber was about to agree to the other girls request but Jiyoung continued talking so she just grinned as the girl left without waiting for her to respond. Once she made sure the girl was out of the 3rd floor she laughed and said as she stepped back into her room, shutting the door behind her. “Aigoo, she really hasn’t changed a bit!” She shook her bed and began to ready herself for bed.
The next day was sprinkled over with light drizzles but the heat continued to beat down on them despite the rain. Amber would have almost not believed the girl would show had she not seen the girl run off towards the beach. Smiling softly she trailed the girl slowly. And watched as she began to play with the air.
She grinned as the ocean cooled the air around them and softly fanned at her face. Still grinning she began to walk towards the girl calling out “hey!” she must have startled the girl as the ball burst and vanished. She chuckled and said as soon as she was next to her. “Op sorry i didn’t mean to startle you, but if memory serves i was invited…or did i just make that up”.
She looked out to the beach and said “So tell me, what are we working on today?”
‘Amber!’ she shouted playfully. ‘You just ruined my air ball!’ she couldn’t stop giggling as Amber approached her and laughing. ‘And yes, I was waiting for you.’ She was smiling widely, happy Amber was there. Jiyoung didn’t understand why but Amber’s presence brought back that warm, familiar, feeling. Although she was already happy because the weather was lovely, she felt more excited and happier than before.
Fate really knows how to play its own game.
I don’t know if leaving me hanging like that was the purpose, but two years is not short. There was nothing; no explanation, no news, no message, not even a word. Yet in a stormy day, suddenly you were there demanding words from me, casually apologizing. The truth burst so hard, we are mutants. But even if I weren’t a mutant like you, you’ve been there since forever; I’ll accept you just the way you are.
Jiyoung handed Dasom a container filled with french toast and a small milk carton. Dasom held on to it, still a little drowzy. She opened it and smelled the food, she felt as if she hasn’t eaten in days although she had only missed one meal.
‘No.’ Jiyoung smiled. ‘I’ve almost done anyway.’ She pointed at the boxes in the corner or the room. Jiyoung sat beside Dasom on the bed’s edge. ‘Do you feel better?’ Dasom nodded slowly, she had finished all of the french toasts. Jiyoung was worried, she knew how hard it was for Dasom but drowning herself to endless sleeping and not eating were not the best solutions. Dasom tried to appear normal in front of Jiyoung, she didn’t want to show her sadness and Jiyoung knew this. These past few days she was busy wondering what should she do to cheer up her friend.
