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When I Turned the Television On
Light Gray Eyes.
When I Turned The Television On.
| Alice Midorikawa |
Those eyes.
Those light gray eyes.
It can't be Seth Paver...
Or could it be really him?
No.
NO.
It isn't him.
Stop it, Alice!
You're over thinking it!
Maybe I really do have such a strange cousin with light gray eyes.
Yeah.
That's right.
I'm wrong.
Ah, dammit.
I think Seth has corrupted my mind already.
Maybe Simon does have the same eyes as Seth.
Haha.
"Are you... are you Seth Paver?"
Well, shit.
"Seth? Me? No. Why?"
"Because you look like him."
Crap.
Another comeback.
"Really? Oh why, thank you, Alice."
"I don't need your thanks."
"Eh?"
"I don't like Seth at all. In fact, I hate him. Really bad."
I hear him gulp.
"Why do you say so?"
My mom flashes me an alarmed look.
"I don't know. I just despise him, that's all. I hope he'll be out of showbiz soon--"
"Okay, okay, enough. Stop that. We are talking about Simon here, not about Seth, alright? So please..."
I look at my mom with a 'fine-interrupt-me-i'm-quitting-this-conversation' look.
She sighs and says my name.
"Alice..."
I close the door of my room and frown.
Why doesn't my mom know what I feel? What I'm trying to say?
I roll my eyes and sit back down on my chair.
Some people just don't understand me at all.
| Alice Midorikawa |
Those eyes.
Those light gray eyes.
It can't be Seth Paver...
Or could it be really him?
No.
NO.
It isn't him.
Stop it, Alice!
You're over thinking it!
Maybe I really do have such a strange cousin with light gray eyes.
Yeah.
That's right.
I'm wrong.
Ah, dammit.
I think Seth has corrupted my mind already.
Maybe Simon does have the same eyes as Seth.
Haha.
"Are you... are you Seth Paver?"
Well, shit.
"Seth? Me? No. Why?"
"Because you look like him."
Crap.
Another comeback.
"Really? Oh why, thank you, Alice."
"I don't need your thanks."
"Eh?"
"I don't like Seth at all. In fact, I hate him. Really bad."
I hear him gulp.
"Why do you say so?"
My mom flashes me an alarmed look.
"I don't know. I just despise him, that's all. I hope he'll be out of showbiz soon--"
"Okay, okay, enough. Stop that. We are talking about Simon here, not about Seth, alright? So please..."
I look at my mom with a 'fine-interrupt-me-i'm-quitting-this-conversation' look.
She sighs and says my name.
"Alice..."
I close the door of my room and frown.
Why doesn't my mom know what I feel? What I'm trying to say?
I roll my eyes and sit back down on my chair.
Some people just don't understand me at all.