Uninteresting Love

"What does it feel to be chosen as the main character of this story?" "Of course, I find it very delightful and exciting. I knew Director Leon would be so tough for me, especially since this is another action-style film." "Miss Blysle, there are rumors spreading about you leaving showbiz, is that true?" "Well—" "Miss Blysle, why did you turn off the TV? It is your interview, right?" the maid asked. "Yeah, but I am resting. You see, I don't want any work-related stuff going on inside my head every time I rest. It is already tiring." She replied, as she clasped herself more on the side of the sofa. "Well, okay, Miss Blysle," she looked away, her eyes darting around.the grey walls of the living room. The maid took the tray and immediately left the room, and returned with a cup of Chamomile tea. "Mind having a sip, Miss Blysle?" The maid placed the cup on the table in front of Blysle, waiting for her to get up and take a sip. The heavy-laden Blysle groaned and turned to the maid and stared at the cup of Chamomile tea. She scratched her head, and kept looking at the tea. She tapped it and pulled her hand back, and aggressively blew her finger. The maid took a step closer, but she waved her hand when she saw her maid stunned. "Nope, don't. I'm fine, Shainn," Blysle then took the cup, blew it gently and sipped. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes as she submerged herself onto the soft sofa. "Ahhhh, so peaceful... So calming." Blysle smiled at Shainn as she sipped once again. Shainn chuckled. "So overexaggerated Miss Blysle. I know you are not as tired as you are." She chuckled as she teased her. "N-no, nuh-uh. You think it is easy to pretend and lie about my interests with those neverending journalists? Besides, those thousand flashes of numerous cameras in every side of my face hurts my eyes and my head, my goodness. You think that is not tiring? Hmph, how dare thee?" She tittered as she acted fierce and cold. She can't help it but give a soft giggle, and snort. They both laughed hard at Blysle's snorting. "I can't—I really can't. It doesn't fit you!" Shainn laughed so hard she wiped her eyes with the handkerchief with a letter A. Blysle noticed the letter and stopped laughing, raising her eyebrows and stared at Shainn's eyes. "So—you think I wouldn't notice? You pretty hideous girl. I know it isn't yours. New boyfie? Or... Ehem ehem," she said. Shainn looked down and gripped her handkerchief. She glanced back and turned against Blysle. "Handkerchief, you mean?" she asked. "Duh, obviously. What else? Your bra?" Blysle chuckled, then laughed before taking a sip. She then finished drinking her tea, glanced back at Shainn as soon as she opened her eyes and put down her cup. She then asked her seriously. "C'mon Sha, is it embarrassing to confess? We're friends after all. Unless you want to f.o. me—" she stood up off the couch and walked around the table, sliding her fingers on top. Shainn faced her and pouted at her. "So what if I have a boyfriend now?" She wiped her sweat, and composed herself, then chuckled at Blysle's shocked face. "What's with that face?" Shainn covered her mouth as she laughed. "Boyfriend? Did I just hear, 'boyfriend'?" she airquouted, as Blysle hung her mouth and arms, standing still. "Don't act like it is anything new or shocking. With this beauty, it is obvious that I would have atleast one, duh." She shrugs, and lifted her chin with a smirk. She also showed off the letter A on her handkerchief, and waved it in the air. Blysle crossed her arms and scowled. "Ugh who cares?" She sat back on the couch and crossed both her legs and arms. "Where? When?" Blysle eagerly asked Shainn curiously. Shainne smiled and sat down beside Blysle, and leaned on the other side of the sofa. "So, his name is Antonio, he is sweet and charming when he courted me. Now I see he is my type after very, very long months, now I'm—ahhh, so hot." Shainn closed her eyes and holded her cheeks and swayed vigorously, while Blysle blankly stared at her, so blank she is easy to draw. "Being inlove makes you like an insect poisoned by an insectiside. Glad I ain't." Blysle covered her mouth with her fingers, surprised at how Shainn reacted. Shainn, however, noticed Blysle and hit her shoulder. "Hmph, you just have no lover," she replied scornfully. "—And have more sanity." She replied, guying, and hit her back with a pillow on her back she grabbed from the other sofa. Shainn took a pillow as well, and they both ran across the room as they hit each other. They both got tired and sat down on the sofa beside each other, gasping for air and dropping their pillows on the carpet under the table. "I thought you want rest?" Shainn asked Blysle as she looked softly at her eyes. "Yeah, and I think this is already a rest for me: escaping the media. Phew, what a life." Blysle sighed and stared at the ceiling. "I wish dad had my eyes—" Shainn got confused. "What do you mean?" Blysle glanced at her, and stared at the ceiling, then looked away. "I see you as my friend. My first friend. But dad? I don't know him," Blysle sighed. Shainn nudged her and patted her back. "No worries Miss Blysle, or should I say, best friend." Shainn smiled at her, and Blysle sighed again. "Whatever." Shainn then teased her. "Aww, not used to being flattered? No wonder you have no boyfie yet." Shainn laughed, but Blysle knocked her head. "Ow, what was that for?" Shainn covered her head. "Shut up," Blysle laughed, "I'm single because I want to." "I know... You are so career-oriented that you hate every man flirting with you. Oh hey, I heard that in your next film, you will be with Aiser." Shainn was excited and clapped her hands. "Oooh, he is handsome, you know... Not as handsome as Antonio, of course, but you know what I mean. Rumors say Aiser is single." Shainn grinned and poked Blysle. "There is a diamond Blys—" Blysle knocked her head again. "Oww, okay, okay." Shainne rubbed her head. "That hurts." Blysle pouted, "Deserve." She crossed her legs and leaned away. "I don't like Aiser, never will. He's not my type." Shainn nudged her with her feet. "So? You may fall. Who knows? It's not like he is bad or something. He is probably your future c'mon." Shainn stopped talking as she saw Blysle staring at nowhere. "Hey, Blysle? You daydreaming?" She waved her hand at Blysle's face, and Blysle reacted. "Stop, I'm thinking." "About what?" Shainn rested her chin or her arm, and stared at her. "If he would be the one, why not? If not, then it would never be," Blysle sighed. "I'm thinking that living a romantic life isn't my strongest suit, or not my interest ever. I don't see myself in someone's arms," Blysle glimpsed at the time and sighed heavily. Shainn rested her head on Blysle's shoulders. "If you overthink it, it will just kill you. Focus on what you think is important, and just wait for that time to come. It is always ticking, so the best strategy is waiting." Shainn cuddles the sad Blysle, then cheers her up by placing a pillow on her back. Blysle, lost in thought, stood up and went to look at the window. Shainn followed her. "What's the matter?" Shainn asked. Blysle just stared at the sky, and watched the birds fly. "I hope no love shall come. It is uninteresting."