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Just call me Nancy Drew

In completely unrelated news to any of my previous posts, I am indulging in some detective work. And before you say, Wtf? Let me explain.

A friend of mine by the name of E has been acting very suspiciously lately. He's constantly on his phone, messaging a certain girl and talking to her on the phone and running to meet her.

And while he insists that they're just good friends. We aren't falling for it. And the very fact that he's hiding it from his two closest friends is very shady in itself.

Now the girl in question, let's just call her 'P', supposedly already has a boyfriend. But nobody knows for sure, whether they're still dating. And I think that's whats stopping my friend from telling us what the scene is. But we're pretty sure, that if it comes down to E and the other guy, P will pick E, because that's the kind of wonderful person he is. Even a blind person would pick him.

Also, to add fuel to the fire, we have a very strong feeling that they're dating and not telling us. All speculation again, mind you.

So what we're doing now, is calling on all our sources in the area, the girl lives in, to find out what the story is. Because gossip like that spreads like wildfire. And her breaking up and dating someone new, is definitely bound to reach every nook and cranny.

Elementary, my dear Watson. ( I apologize for the bad attempt at being Sherlock Holmes)

Wish us luck, dear readers. The hunt has begun. And hopefully, it will end sooner rather than later.

And may the truth triumph !

Also to SR, we'll crack this mystery yet. Dontcha' worry. We're an unbeatable, incredibly good-looking team.


disha06 said…
hey! was on ur orkut profile n saw that u had a blos community...den i came 2 my blog n saw dat u had commented....i read ur blog too n i think its gr8..very few ppl can do humour so well...n i don mind u linking fact i am flattered! :)
Moo said…
Lol! Leave the poor guy alone. Perhaps he doesn't what to think of the 'relationship' yet and is VERY undecided, which is why he doesn't want to tell you. In fact, finding out / forcing it out from him is going to make him hate you. 'nuff said.

All the best for the detective work, though. :P And keep us in the loop when you succeed!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Disha : Thank you very much.

@ Moo : In our defence, we are leaving him alone. And the last thing we're doing is forcing it outta him. Whenever he mentions the girl, we act wonderfully unconcerned. You would be proud of our Oscar award winning acting skills.

The operation on the other hand is top secret. Confined to only 3 people. He has no idea whats going on. And of course, I'll keep you guys updated.

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