While grabbing the straightener, i saw a rumpled omachi ramen, sitting neat and nicely at the corner of my lower shelve, like it settle to stay. Chau forgot to bring it along. Or she might leave it for me. Her parents carried bundles of ramen and chili sauces when they came for vacation this summer, as their daughter requested.
This ramen brings about a thought of our friendship. I know from her guts she loves omachi ramen more than anything and all the ramen she has are always ready to be consumed. But she left one back, in here, my room. My love for ramen is as big as any asian teen you can find (well, technically, im still considered a teenager), but i never eat her ramen without asking her first. And i know she always saves the best food for her dearest boyfriend. Conclusion: she basically just forgot.
Ahhh im gonna stop this vicious thought and fall back to earth. I will just eat her ramen right now.
All i want to do right now is dipping to a pool… So Cal stop acting like youre Nevada -,-