Home Sweet Home

His mother was the first to see them.

"Hello Vern. Oso oseyo!" She said with a warm smile.
"Mom..."Michael gave a you-didn't-have-to-say-that look.
"Hahah!! Mike, you're too Australian!!" Vern laughed.

The entrance was filled with warm light. As Vern entered, she was immediately in the living room. There were sofas crouded around a small table. There was a flat screen television facing the croud of sofas. There was another sofa somewhere in front of the television, behind the group of sofas.There were pillows on it. The place was decent, if not luxurious. It was what you would find in a modern apartment. The kitchen was visible from the living room. it had some sort of bar where the sink was. Vern had been here once. Michael's mom, Yung Jae Miia, had been utterly confused that time.

"Come on in Vern. Mike will take you to your room." Mrs. Yung said.
"Thanks for letting me stay Mrs. Yung. Its very kind of you." said Vern smiling.
"Owh its no problem! Just, don't pull off anything crazy in here." Mrs. Yung said in a suspicious tone.

"Oh don't worry Mrs. Vern, I won't do anything crazy. Yet." Vern said.
"Okay then. Mike, show her to the guest room."

Michael walked up the stairs. The stairs ended at the second floor. It was an average sized house.
The upstairs living area wasn't as great as the downstairs living area. There was a desktop computer at a corner on an office desk. The desk was big enough for the small amount of papers on the left of the computer. There was a sofa and a small table in front of a average sized television. At another corner there was an area for making beverages like coffee or hot chocolate. From the upstairs living area Mike lead Vern into a corridor where the rooms were. He entered a room and set the luggage bag on the bed.

"Well, here we are. And this is where you sleep. Its a bit dusty. The last time I cleaned it was last week Sunday. But i doubt it'll kill you." Mike said looking around the room.
"Mm-hmm.." Vern said rolling her eyes.
"Yeah.. The toilet's-"
"I know where the toilet is. I've been here before." Vern interrupted.
"Okay then. Come down when you're done." Mike left the room and closed the door hard.

Hhhh.. Boys... Vern thought.

* * * * *

Michael looked at his handphone. He wondered if he should call that girl. He looked at her contact number. He kept on wondering. He decided to call her. He was about to press the button when Vern burst into the room.
"Why aren't you downstairs?!?! Get here now." Vern said pissed off.
Michael, not wanting to upset her even further over such a small matter quickly stood up and went out of the room, putting his handphone in his pocket. He was so puzzled why she is angry.

* * * * *

Michael and Vern sat on opposite sides of the sofa. There was silence. Mr, and Mrs Yung were upstairs already. After a long while..

"Umm.. How are you?" Asked Vern.
"Never better. you?" Replied Michael.
"Umm.. I'm okay. You know, just been hanging with my friends."
"Yeah.. Hey, why not we watch some tv?"
"Sure, good idea." Vern said not wanting to ask any questions.

Michael turned on the television.He hadn't noticed the pyjamas Vern changed into. Huh.. What I used to wear.. Michael remembered the time he used to wear pyjamas. Now he just wears loose, old and comfy clothing. The pattern on Vern's pyjamas were bananas. Michael looked at the television. It was cartoons. He began to feel bored.

"Hey, I think I wanna use the computer. I'll see you tomorrow morning?" Michael asked.
"I think I wanna turn in early. I'm kinda tired. Will see you tomorrow."Vern replied.
"Okay.."

Michael switched off the television and both of them went upstairs. Vern said goodnight to him before going into her room. Michael switched on the computer. He logged in to his Live Chat account. While the computer loads he went to the beverage corner to get a cup of syrup. He went back to the computer. He checked his list of online contacts. He saw her online.

To Be Continued...

The Walk

He quickly picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Mike? Hey, can you get me from my house? My parents are going overseas and I need a place to stay for a while."

"Wha.."
Michael was wondering why she chose his place to stay. She should have chosen a girl's place to stay but Vern was always the odd one. He pictured her and what she would be wearing. He began to notice his feet become cold and decided he needed a walk. But he still needed to know why.

"Why? Shouldn't you be calling a girl instead?" He answered.
Well.. my best friend went back to her hometown and all the other girls dislike me and I'm afraid of what they would do. Besides, your parents are around. It won't be so bad." Vern answered.

"Well okay... I'll.. be there in.. 15 minutes?" He said with an uncertain tone.
"Okay!! Will see you in 15 minutes!!" Vern said happily.

Michael put the phone on his bed. He paused for a moment pondering on Vern's weird decision. He then got dressed. He pulled out a T-shirt, jeans and belt. He put them on and grabbed his phone and wallet.He asked his parents whether Vern could stay at his house as her parents are overseas. Michael's parents remembered the odd girl and all the weird stunts she pulled off. They agreed but decided to keep a sharp eye on her and Michael.

Michael stepped off the house porch onto the pavement. Looking around he wondered if he should have brought a torchlight. The neighbourhood was almost dark. It was sunset and he knew going to Vern's house and back would mean he would have to walk in the dark. He looked around. His neighbourhood was nothing much. He moved to Melbourne, Australia when he was still small. He still remembers Korean well.

* * * * *

"Vern Hwa Jung"
She turned to the direction of the voice.
"Annyong haseyo!!" Vern said smiling.
"You don't have to talk like that.. This is Melbourne after all.." Mike said.

She was looking towards the sunset. It was cloudy so the sun didn't give much light. It was almost dark at the time. She could barely make out what she wore. She donned a red blouse and a black-grey jacket and wore three-quarter pants and a much thinner jacket around her waist. She had Converse on. There were barely noticable earings in each ear and lipgloss on her lips.

Michael looked puzzled on Vern's choice of clothing.
"Whats with the jackets. Its not like its winter.." Michael said with an uncertain tone.
"Hey, I like it. Besides, at this time of the year, the nights are cold." She replied.
"Yeah yeah.. I bet thats your girlfriend's jacket 'round your waist. Where's your luggage?" Michael said.

She looked around her as if she didn't know where it was. She took her bag behind her and passed it to Michael.

"Here. And this isn't Rebecca's jacket. Its mine!" Vern said the last word in a you're-pissing-me-off tone.

Michael Yung looked more Korean than Australian. She was definately from Korea but Michael's family had blood from all over the place. She heard he was even part German and part Malaysian. She wondered how Malaysia looked like. Probably like Korea.

Noticing her mind had wondered off, "Hello.. Vern... Come back!! Come Back!! Don't leave us yet!! Its not your time yet!!" Michael said teasingly with a goofy grin.

"Very funny.." Vern said smiling.
"Soo... why did you want to stay at my place?" asked Michael as they walked to Michael's place.
"Oh.. Well, I haven't seen your parents for a while and I wanted to."
"Okay.... Thats... Nevermind. So how have you been? I didn't see you since.. that stunt you pulled off.." Michael said.
"Yeah. That was fun. Hah. I've been good. Rebecca and I have heaps of fun!" Vern said smiling.
"Yeah. Hanging out at malls I bet." Michael retorted.

They looked at each other for a moment. They continued walking in silence. It was already dark. Street lamps, car beams and porch lights were their only source of light.

Vern began thinking of Korea. The shopping malls, Seoul, the Korean capital, with its skyscrapers and office buildings. She missed Seoul. She missed her hometown. She wondered if Michael missed his hometown in Korea. She opened her mouth to ask the question when Michael said
"I knew I should have brought a torchlight."

She agreed. She could barely see her feet in the places without street lamps or porch lights. After a short while, they reached Michael's home.
"Well, here we are." Michael said at last.

He opened the door and shouted "I'm home!"

To Be Continued....

When A Girl Cries..

*ring* He shot out of his daydreaming. The sudden ringing of his phone nearly gave him a heart attack. *ring* The ringing continued. He paused to look at the caller. It was her. He suddenly rushed to answer the call knowing her nature.
"Hello?"
There was a short pause.
"Hello?" he said again.
"Hey.." a wavering voice answered.

"Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. I just needed someone to talk to.." she replied.

He could barely hear the sobs.
"Did something happen?" he asked.

There was no answer.
"Is anything wrong? Did I say say something wrong?" he replied.
"No... you didn't.." she finally replied.
The barely audible sobbing continued.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" he asked.
There was a long pause.
"Hey, you there?"

"Yeah.." she answered.
"Yeah to tell me what happened or yeah to you being there?" he replied.
"No.. I-I-"
He interupted "Its okay if you don't want to tell me what happened. Just, tell me what you want me to do."

There was a moment of pause. He had already sat down on his bed and put down the book he was reading. He wore a worn out T-shirt and short pants. His 'so-called' pyjamas. He'd wear anything that was loose and compfy to sleep. The room was already chilly from the air-conditioning he switched on earlier. His room wasn't messy. It was moderately neat. There were books here and there.

"Hey.." she finally answered.
"Yeah?"
"I'm fine. I don't really feel like talking today.."
"But-but you said-" he stuttered.
"I know what I said. I-I just need to think.. I'm sorry. I'll talk to you some other time okay.."

"Ohh... Okay.. bye.."
The tone went dead.
He sat there for a moment. Why did she call me? There's definately something wrong. I have to find out. He was eager to understand her situation. He always wanted to help people. But how do I find out? What do I do? I really wanna help, but.. What do I do.. He was puzzled on what to do.

He continued to sit there. Then, after what had seemed to be an hour, he couldn't hold his curiosity and picked up his phone. He was about to call her when.. *ring* *ring*

TO BE CONTINUED.............

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I Think I'm Gonna Go To School For The Whole Week..
Eeeeeeeeeeee.....
I duwan go lar...
Aih...
Nvm...
I gonna go visit other ppl punye class.

But now long can the fun last??
Aih..
Got to go sleep soon..
Zzzzzzzzz.....

Sien larh....

FOOOOOD

Yummy.....
Teehee!! ^^
Maid whipped up some yummy pasta.
Enjoying it!
Wonder what to do next..
really hoping I don't go school tmrw.
Just duwan nia...
Hmm...
Lets See...
What to do next..

ITS TIME FOR TOTAL ISOLATION...

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