(Alright, this is way overdue but its finally finished! Chapter 4 will be coming soon. Enjoy!)
I’m torn. And I mean seriously torn. It seems so easy to say yes and just go with it, but that other part of me; the nagging stubborn side is telling me to turn and head back, and never see him again. But I can’t ignore how I once felt about him, how I still feel about him. He waits there, sitting on his bike and holding out the helmet, waiting for an answer. My mouth it going dry and my heard beating fast. And my hands are sweating. But I manage to croak out one word: “Yes.” Duncan grins as I put one leg over and sit down, my hands hesitate as I put them around his waist. I slip on the helmet just as Duncan revvs the engine and before I know it we’re on the road, swerving cars and driving fast past yellow lights. I grit my teeth and tighten my grip around Duncan’s waist, hanging on for dear life. I can tell he likes it because the motorcycle is going much faster than before. My world is spinning and the larawan and scenery are flying sa pamamagitan ng too fast to cope. Ugh I think I'm going to be sick. And just as I feel like I'm about to hurl, it all comes to a stop. "We're here," he announces and I open my eyes, take off my helmet and find myself staring. "Starbucks?" I repeat, disbelief in my voice. Duncan gets off the bike and crosses his arms. "Yeah," he says, then looks at me. “Do you not like Starbucks?” he asked. I blink and put on a smile. “No its fine,” I tell him, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in my stomach. He smiles and takes my hand, walking me over.
I upuan myself down at a booth and tumawid my arms, gazing out the window. Cars rushed by, practically a blur. A few trees dotted the sidewalk, but it was barely noticeable because of the people. I frown slightly and narrow my eyes at one puno curiously. Something was glaring a reflection at the tree, making half of it look kulay-rosas and the other half green. I blink and smile, the gears suddenly coming to life in my mind. Acrylic would be best, I think, already planning out what paint to use and what Within Temptation CD to play. And just as I was starting to feel calm and relaxed and my puso beating at a normal pace, Duncan returns with coffee. I turn and smile, cursing my puso for starting to beat quickly once more. Duncan glanced out the window. “What were you looking at?” he asks, handing me the coffee. I shrug. “Nothing,” I say. Duncan shrugs too and leans back, studying me as I pour sugar then cream into my coffee and start to stir. The ghost of a smile is a light on his face and I’m fighting the urge to look up at him. Remember what he did, I told myself. Remember how he left you. “So,” Duncan finally speaks and I have an excuse to look up at him. “What have you been doing these past 10 years?” I smile slightly. “This and that,” I say. “What about you?” I’m curious, yet I’m dreading the answer. Duncan pauses then takes a sip of his black coffee. “I got arrested again,” he admits. “Multiple times.” I give a light laugh. “Why am I not surprised?” I say. Duncan laughs too. “Yeah well,” he says and leaves it at that. Oh, that awkward silence. I fidget in my upuan a little and am suddenly self-conscious when I take a sip. “You know,” says Duncan. “Geoff is having a party at his house tomorrow night. The gang from total drama is going to be there. You wanna come with?” I blink and lunok uncomfortable. “As friends. Right?” I say, then start to feel hollow as I regret what I said. Duncan nodded. “As friends,” he confirmed. “Alright,” I say and stand up, throwing away my coffee because my stomach is starting to churn. Duncan stands and ditches his coffee too. “Let’s bolt,” he says and we head back to his motorcycle. I slip on the helmet and get on, holding onto Duncan. But this time, I keep my eyes open and rest my cheek on his back, watching the world go by. I think of the puno I’m going to draw when I get home, but then I have this other urge to pick out what I’m going to wear for tomorrow night. I push the thoughts away and sigh with content. The ride stops too soon and I have to get off. I stand at the door to my apartment building and watch him with a somewhat unreadable expression. Duncan moves pasulong in his upuan and revvs the engine, then grins. “I’ll pick you up at six!” he yells over the engine and takes off at full speed. I stand there, gazing. It seemed as if nothing happened. But I know it did. Because I’m still holding his helmet.
I’m torn. And I mean seriously torn. It seems so easy to say yes and just go with it, but that other part of me; the nagging stubborn side is telling me to turn and head back, and never see him again. But I can’t ignore how I once felt about him, how I still feel about him. He waits there, sitting on his bike and holding out the helmet, waiting for an answer. My mouth it going dry and my heard beating fast. And my hands are sweating. But I manage to croak out one word: “Yes.” Duncan grins as I put one leg over and sit down, my hands hesitate as I put them around his waist. I slip on the helmet just as Duncan revvs the engine and before I know it we’re on the road, swerving cars and driving fast past yellow lights. I grit my teeth and tighten my grip around Duncan’s waist, hanging on for dear life. I can tell he likes it because the motorcycle is going much faster than before. My world is spinning and the larawan and scenery are flying sa pamamagitan ng too fast to cope. Ugh I think I'm going to be sick. And just as I feel like I'm about to hurl, it all comes to a stop. "We're here," he announces and I open my eyes, take off my helmet and find myself staring. "Starbucks?" I repeat, disbelief in my voice. Duncan gets off the bike and crosses his arms. "Yeah," he says, then looks at me. “Do you not like Starbucks?” he asked. I blink and put on a smile. “No its fine,” I tell him, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in my stomach. He smiles and takes my hand, walking me over.
I upuan myself down at a booth and tumawid my arms, gazing out the window. Cars rushed by, practically a blur. A few trees dotted the sidewalk, but it was barely noticeable because of the people. I frown slightly and narrow my eyes at one puno curiously. Something was glaring a reflection at the tree, making half of it look kulay-rosas and the other half green. I blink and smile, the gears suddenly coming to life in my mind. Acrylic would be best, I think, already planning out what paint to use and what Within Temptation CD to play. And just as I was starting to feel calm and relaxed and my puso beating at a normal pace, Duncan returns with coffee. I turn and smile, cursing my puso for starting to beat quickly once more. Duncan glanced out the window. “What were you looking at?” he asks, handing me the coffee. I shrug. “Nothing,” I say. Duncan shrugs too and leans back, studying me as I pour sugar then cream into my coffee and start to stir. The ghost of a smile is a light on his face and I’m fighting the urge to look up at him. Remember what he did, I told myself. Remember how he left you. “So,” Duncan finally speaks and I have an excuse to look up at him. “What have you been doing these past 10 years?” I smile slightly. “This and that,” I say. “What about you?” I’m curious, yet I’m dreading the answer. Duncan pauses then takes a sip of his black coffee. “I got arrested again,” he admits. “Multiple times.” I give a light laugh. “Why am I not surprised?” I say. Duncan laughs too. “Yeah well,” he says and leaves it at that. Oh, that awkward silence. I fidget in my upuan a little and am suddenly self-conscious when I take a sip. “You know,” says Duncan. “Geoff is having a party at his house tomorrow night. The gang from total drama is going to be there. You wanna come with?” I blink and lunok uncomfortable. “As friends. Right?” I say, then start to feel hollow as I regret what I said. Duncan nodded. “As friends,” he confirmed. “Alright,” I say and stand up, throwing away my coffee because my stomach is starting to churn. Duncan stands and ditches his coffee too. “Let’s bolt,” he says and we head back to his motorcycle. I slip on the helmet and get on, holding onto Duncan. But this time, I keep my eyes open and rest my cheek on his back, watching the world go by. I think of the puno I’m going to draw when I get home, but then I have this other urge to pick out what I’m going to wear for tomorrow night. I push the thoughts away and sigh with content. The ride stops too soon and I have to get off. I stand at the door to my apartment building and watch him with a somewhat unreadable expression. Duncan moves pasulong in his upuan and revvs the engine, then grins. “I’ll pick you up at six!” he yells over the engine and takes off at full speed. I stand there, gazing. It seemed as if nothing happened. But I know it did. Because I’m still holding his helmet.