OS: Please Do, Mad Hatter.

It all began on a bright and sunny day, the weather was marvelous, waiting to be enjoyed. Oh cut that bull crap. The day started out absolutely terrible! First, my stupid alarm doesn't go off, then my hair ends up getting stuck at the edge of my door, AND last, but not least, my stupid shoe decides to break at the subway! Now if that doesn't sound like a terrible day then I don't know what would. Life was clearly cruel to me all the time! Either I was being a klutz or I was saying something stupid, without really thinking about the consequences.

Just like yesterday afternoon, when I told my best friend that he should totally go out with that girl he has a crush on. I mean seriously, I have been in love with him for so many years, but NO, OF COURSE NOT, I tell him, "yes, go ahead and ask her out! I would support you all the way.'' LIES, ALL LIES I TELL YOU. I don't want him to go out with that bimbo! He is mine dammit! Why can't he see that we are meant to be! Why can't he see that I have always been there with him throughout all the sunshine's and storms?

WHY IN THE BLOODY MOTHER OF PANTS can't he understand that I am the only one who would put up with him!? Okay, so just because he is the most beautiful man to walk on this earth, doesn't mean he has to take advantage of it, and go out with any skirt that moves! Not that I was in love with him for shallow reasons; of course not! I am a girl with much more sight than that. My best friend has always been there for me. I remember when I first fell down by the swings, how he got so concerned. He even carried me to the nurse so that she can mend me up. I believe we were five at that time. Surprisingly he was strong even then. Secretly I think he is the hulk, except he is much beautiful, and he doesn't have ugly green skin.

Once I remember him beating up the class bully for calling my pig tails ugly. Ah, yes, those were the beautiful days... But now everything has changed. He is much more concerned for his stupid bimbo girl friend and not his best friend! The one best friend that stood in the rain for him, until he came from cricket practice, the one best friend that climbed up to his room, to see whether was okay after his parents divorced. No, he has forgotten all that. I guess I could have seen that coming... After all who would want to be with me forever? I am madder than any other hatter out there. I mean who would honestly wear sparkly overalls? Which currently I am wearing right now. But what's the point of caring what people think? They will talk anyways, so if my own best friend doesn't want to be with me, THEN FINE. SO BE IT ARNAV SINGH RAZIADA. I DON'T LOVE YOU EITHER. YOU HEAR ME? I DON'T LOVE EITHER.

"Really? Then why are crying and speaking to a mirror Khushi?"

I widened my eyes and turned around to see him standing by my door; arms crossed, smirking at me, shaking his head. Oh my god, someone please kill me right now. My best friend just heard everything I said to my own mirror! DOES THE WORLD HATE ME?

"I... I was just... um...'' Come on Khushi think of an excuse! An idea struck me at that very moment.

"I was practicing for a play! YUP, FOR A PLAY. And wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I asked him quite mad that I was being intruded. How dare he just waltz in to my room and listen to my conversation with my dear mirror! He started to walk towards me, still smirking that bloody blasted smirk. I gulped and backed away to the wall. His arms trapped me in between and his peppermint breath blew on my face. I was going to die. Well, I did have an alright life. I mean, there was a lot of accidents, but at least I survived them. Just hope they will take good care of my things once I am gone.

"Um, Arnav, what are you doing?"

He ignored my question and asked me his own.

"So... have I been a bad best friend Khushi?"

I shook my head frantically, trying all my best not to throw up butterflies that were swimming in my stomach.

"So... everything you just confessed to that mirror isn't true? You don't actually hate me?"

"N-o, I was just practicing for a play Arnav. I told you."

He leaned in closer to my right eat and whispered, ''want to know my own secret Khushi?"

Automatically my eyes closed, waiting for him continue to taunt me. I knew from the moment he smirked at me, that something was going to happen.

"I went out with that bimbo just so you would be jealous... and another secret.. I have been in love with you since we were 5."

I snapped open my eyes and met his melting heated gaze. His lips were very close to mine, almost brushing it softly. Then I realized what he just said. HE DID ALL THAT TO MAKE ME JEALOUS? THAT SON OF A BITCH. HOW DARE HE!

I pushed him hard away from me and hit him on the chest a couple of times. He let me take out my rage on him, until he grabbed my arms and pulled me closer, kissing me hard on the lips. Soft lips melted like honey comb in to my mouth. Oh sweet heavens he tasted good, and that was not it. The feelings were much overwhelming than honey. It was much more powerful. Massaging, sweet lips, were killing me slowly with pleasure. Can I just turn in to a fairy now?

Finally he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. His husky whisper brushed my face loveinly when he said, ''have I ever told you that you look really sexy in these sparkly overalls?" I laughed at his comment and rested my head against his chest. Strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and I whispered back at him, ''I should talk to mirrors more often..."

The rumble from his chest vibrated to my ears when he whispered, ''please do my mad hatter... please do...''

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I actually have the habit of talking to my mirror... Don't judge me, sometimes it really helps!