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Friday, 22 November 2013

BORED BANANA 2

HIYA I'M UPDATING CHAPTER 2! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT ❤

Btw some of my friends asked about Princeton and Columbia. So I will be explaining here.

Princeton and Columbia are both Ivy League universities in USA. (For those of you who dk what that is, I DONT CARE LE LA JUST GO GOOGLE SEARCH LOLOL)

Princeton is in Princeton, New Jersey, and Columbia is in Upper East Side, New York.

Elena banana's house is in Brooklyn, New York. Her house is approximately:
-53 miles, 1 hour and 21 minutes away from Princeton, by car.
-14 miles, 30 minutes away from Columbia, by car and if she commutes it will take about 1 hour

I know it's a bit confusing coz the setting is in US hehe

Feel free to ask any questions ^^

Chapter 1 here
Chapter 3 here
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Chapter 2: Banana is in ❤




He stilled, then managed a feeble chuckle. “You’re kidding right, Banana? Wow, I never thought you’ve got such a dry sense of humour! Right, jokes aside…” “I’m not joking.” She cut in, “I’m perfectly serious, Nate. I’m going to Columbia.” she said solemnly.


“But…but…” he stammered. “Sorry, Nate, I’ve got to hand in the paperwork. I’ll deffo call you later.” She quickly uttered and left the rooftop hurriedly, her tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to take a backward glance at Nathaniel because she knew if she did, she would not be willing to leave him, ever.


Shocked, Nathaniel stood rooted to the ground, staring blankly at her departing back. She was leaving, for real? But why? He would never know that she planned on transferring if Luke had not informed him.
“I AM her boyfriend and she did not even tell me she’s going to Columbia? Something must be going on. Shit, I should have stopped her.” He cursed silently and rushed down the stairs. Columbia was like, a few hours away from Princeton! How could their relationship possibly last if they were far away from each other?
Meanwhile, Elena was trying her best not to cry. How would the dean think if she handed in her paperwork with her face looking like this? “Calm down, Elena, calm down.” She told herself. She took a deep breath, but her hand shook feebly as she raised her hand to knock the door of the dean’s office.
“NO!” a warm pair of hands grabbed her hands before she could do so. “No, Banana, you are not going anywhere until you tell me the truth.” She turned over and saw Nathaniel’s dejected but determined face.
“I told you just now…” “No, that was not the truth that you told me.” He insisted. “It was the truth! I did not lie!” Upset, she yelled at him.
“It’s not.” He firmly said. “You have a habit, you know. If you lie, your mouth will twitch.” True enough, her mouth was twitching badly. Sighing, he ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Why won’t you tell me the truth? I am not your boyfriend for nothing, you know.”
You don’t know how much I ache to run my hand in your hair, to pull your face closer for a kiss, Nate, she thought sadly. Turning away, she raised her hand again, ready to knock.
But, the reflection on the door showed a forlorn looking Nathaniel. Her heart began to ache for both of them. Suddenly, she realized that all the decisions she had made she only thought of herself, she did not think of others, and that was not fair to Nate. Gulping, she made up her mind. She would tell him the truth.
“Fine, I was lying.” She admitted. “But I have a good reason for doing it, Nate. My plan was going fine but then you decided to return to Princeton early.”
“So what’s the truth, Banana?” He pouted cutely, waiting for an answer.
“I love you.” She murmured. “I love you, so I decided to leave.”
WHAAA?? Yes, Nate was sure he heard Elena professed her love to him, and in normal circumstances he would be whooping with joy, but if she love him, why would she leave? That doesn’t make sense.
Suddenly, he recalled something. Something that would probably compelled her to leave. “This is about my family again, isn’t it? Did my mother called you or something?” he demanded furiously. “If it’s really them then you shouldn’t…”
“My father died last week, Nate.” Her voice came out like a whisper. “My father is dead.”


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