My Sassy Girl

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**Don't they just look cute together**

A day before Friday the 13th I got somewhat invited to a Debut Party.I met Choi that inspired me to write "A Boy with the Infinite Sadness" a fictional short story about someone who has genetic disorder (epiphora) in which he has an overactive tear duct, he cries all the time.

 Then we now go to "My Sassy Girl"

It was a Friday night, I went home late, so late that being an avid fan of public transportation I know that I have to wait long for the jeep to leave.

I rode the jeep with one over drunk girl in front of me.

People going up the jeep keep accidentally hitting her head with anything they could possibly accidentally hit her with.

As someone with a "Messiah Complex" I tried to wake the girl up to avpid further injury.

At that point jeepney passengers came to the conclusion that I know her and that we are so close that I wouldn't let anything happen to her. Funny how people exaggerate acts of sympathy and apathy. Passengers asked me ."Dou you know her?". I answered with a straight face "I don't know her". Shocked, someone in a nurse uniform reacted "Kaya naglalasing eh di-nideny (no wonder shes drunk, your denying her)".

(The discussion on wether should I have helped the girl or not delayed my publishing of this story to five days)

So the jeep ride home went on, on the zigzag rode she dropped her phone, split into two. I shouldn't have cared I just looked away. i could feel every stare at me, expecting me to pick up the phone, which sadly I did and placed it back to the drunk girls hand. She dropped it again, and again, and again. The man who looks like a carpenter said, "Ilagay mo nalang sa loob ng bag ng GF mo". With an annoyed tone I said "I don't know her, and she is not with me". I don't want touching other poeple's bags. So I held on to the phone.

That sealed their conclusion that I was with her and she was my GF... wait that wasn't it.

I was also stupid enough to take pictures of the drunk girl.

and that sealed our unwritten and unspoken relationship through the eyes of the passengers. They might have even thought that I was so sweet of taking care of someone I didn't know.

Time to go down at my place. I placed the phone on top of the girls bag. The driver won't leave until I bring my supposed GF down. The driver on top of his lungs explained "I'm not going anywhere until you get your gf off the jeep". CRAP!