Mistaken Identity

Chapter 58 Poem

Alex's POV

"What are you doing?" Luke said as he creep up on me for the millionth time. I guess that's his Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

signature move.

I kept my eyes on the paper in front of me. "I'm TRYING to write a poem." I placed emphasis on trying

after all, I am the worst poet on earth.

He laughed. I'm really am trying to write a poem but I am failing. I just couldn't find the right words.

"Let me see." I willingly hand over the paper, after all, he is a writer.

"The beauty of your silver eyes mesmerizes me." Luke read aloud then he start laughing hard, real

hard. "Really dude. This is so lame."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Since you're such an expert, tell me what to write."

"I can't tell you what to write." I was about to speak when he cut me off. "But I can guide you." he then

took a seat beside me.

"Fine, guide me. I need guidance. Literature wasn't one of my favorite subject." I clarified.

" Well, thanks for stating the obvious." I rolled my eyes at him. "What a shame too because it is mine!"

Luke bragged.

"Will you please help me and stop gracing yourself. I know that you're a writer and you're awesome

and all. I need your help to make my date be the most romantic ever."

"Okay, mate. It's nice that you're talking her on a date, I think that will improve the condition and she'll

start trusting you a little more."

"Yea, that's true and that's why i want this poem to be great, since the first poem I wrote to her was a

piece of shit."

" Okay, then let's begin. Tell me some of the things you like about her"

"I love her eyes, they're just so beautiful. I love her hair, it's so soft. I like her." Luke stopped me mid

way through my sentence by placing his hands up.

"I know you love her and all but can you not get all dreamy. You look like a teenage girl talking about

her One Direction crush on Niall Horan. Just tell me what you like, don't get all dreamy."

Okay, I can do that.

Can I?

I really don't know. I do feel like a teenage girl with a crush. Kalliyah's face is always in my mind. When

I'm eating, working and even in my dreams, were I undress her slowly and make sweet love to her. Oh!

I wish those dreams would come true. It would mean no more cold showers.

I can at least try.

"I like her laugh. I like the fact that she cares for persons. I like her feistiness. I just love everything

even her short comings. I love the fact that she is afraid of tickles." I smiled at the memory on the

beach.

"Okay, that's a good start. Let's write you a poem."

"Write a poem for what?" I looked around and saw Alliyah in Draggers. I sighed thank god it wasn't my

baby. Didn't want her finding out my surprise for her.

Luke looked to me for assurance as if to tell his fiancé the truth. I nod.

"I'm helping him write a poem for Kally. I'm asking him about her."

"Oh, okay. That's nice of you." She said to her fiancé. She turn to me. "Why are you writing a poem

though?"

"I thinking about planning a surprise dinner for her, something more romantic than our first dance. I

need your help."

"Sure, I'd me delighted. Anything to make my sister happy. I've hurt her too and I need to make it up to

her as much as you do."

"Great, you can start helping now. I need you to tell me some of the thing she likes."

"Well, that's easy. She likes to paint and read." Ally replied.

"Any specific book that she like to read." Luke asked.

"Oh yes, she like Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. She loves Nicolas Sparks and Faults In Our Stars."

"Great, let's make a poem that will rock her world." Luke said happily.

"Yes, but I also need to tell you my plans for the night." I had what I wanted to happen on that night all

set out in my mind.

How and where I want it to take place?

How the place will look?

What food to cook?

I want everything to be perfect.

"I'm all ears." Alliyah marveled.