Hello there! This be the second installment to my story. I found myself writing and writing without end. This has been the first time in such a long time that I didn't feel bored about a story I'm writing. (: Please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
CHAPTER 7: THE FIRST TIME SHE WAVED GOODBYE
She was smiling when she waved goodbye.
I don’t know if I should grab her wrist and say that I wanted to go with her to the store, but when I looked beside me where he was, it seemed like he was suffering the same dilemma.
My eyes moved as he moved and grabbed her wrist instead.
I turned around and nonchalantly put my hands inside my pockets and looked at the blue sky as he stated the same words that I had wanted to say. It felt warm in Egypt. The sides of my sight slightly blurred into blackness.
CHAPTER 8: THE DEEPLY EMBARRASSING TIME I FAINTED
CHAPTER 9: HIS FACE WAS REALLY HAPPY AND THE THING WAS, HERS WAS TOO
I hung around under the umbrella that was situated in the car. I had set it up especially so that I could sit down and have cover, since the car we were riding in to tour the Sahara was a jeep and obviously, there was no roof.
I hung around under the umbrella that was situated in the car. They were silent as they each took a picture of the sole tree that stood proud in the middle of the Sahara. They were both photographers, painters: artists.
I hung around under the umbrella that was situated in the car. I started to frown as my eyes started to sting. To prevent myself from whatever’s coming, I took the bottle of water that was in the cooler beside me, and proceeded to drink from it.
I hung around under the umbrella that was situated in the car, and I hated that I fainted too easily when exposed to extreme heat.
CHAPTER 10: SHE SLEPT IN THE ROOM NEXT TO OURS
“…You want to punch me, don’t you?”
“…”
“…”
“…Only a little too much.”
“I know what’s stopping you.”
“I hate it when you do that.”
“I know.”
“…”
“I’m sorry; it’s a tendency.”
“…So what’s stopping me if you’re so smart then?”
“Who else?”
“…Lora.”
CHAPTER 11: EVEN IF THE ODDS ARE NOT IN MY FAVOR, I TRY
His skin was starting to darken. He possessed such pale, pasty skin that you’d think he would be the one who’d faint in the sunlight and heat, and please add the fact that he’s a rich guy who had everything done for him. All he needed to do was give out an instruction, and in the blink of an eye, at the snap of his fingers, it was served right in front of him on a silver platter.
Her skin was starting to darken. She, in the meanwhile, had a more rosy touch to her skin. She wasn’t afraid in the least that her fair skin was to get a darker tone. I knew what she was thinking: ‘And besides, I’m going to die of cancer anyway.’ I also knew that she wouldn’t say it because she wouldn’t want to destroy the day.
My skin stayed in its original fleshy color, of course. But you know, I snag all the times she’s not under the sun from him. I’m not going to let him grab her wrist and tell her that he wants to go to where she’s going to buy she stuff, too.
It’s good that he lets me, ‘cause I’d really wring his neck if he didn’t.
CHAPTER 12: PERHAPS THE HAPPIEST I’LL EVER BE
For the first I’ve been in Egypt, something good has happened. I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe it. If only I were alone, I would squeal like a Japanese fangirl who’d just seen her favourite character. Yes, I’m that happy.
It took some initiative from me, but it’s fine. As long as I got to spend time with her.
We were in the lobby of the hotel we were staying in, and he said that he forgot his camera upstairs and that he’ll be back in no time.
I opened my arms while facing her when he was gone.
Lora looked at me like I was some idiot that had gone mad.
I closed my eyes and slightly hung my head. I had nothing to lose. Did she? “I miss talking to you.”
“What do you mean?” asked she. “We talk all the time.”
“I meant before all this and that happened.”
She also hung her head.
I kept my arms in the air. “Not only that. Lately he’s been hogging you. So I miss you.”
“…I’m sorry, I.... I know you hate being friend-zoned.”
I gulped the prickling feeling in my throat down, and smiled. “I’ll never see you as just a friend even then. At least hug me without thinking of me as a friend. You owe me that much.”
“Who… I never owed you anything!”
“You’re in love with him.” I said with an air of I-don’t-want-you-to-contradict-so-that’s-that.
“Wha-what?” Of course, she managed to get through that.
“I know that you noticed and still notice my feelings. You’re not dumb, nor naïve, nor dense. You just try your best to ignore them because you don’t want to hurt me. But please. See me as someone who’s willing to be competitive with him; don’t friend-zone me yet. Give me a chance.”
Slowly, she inched her arms towards me with such indecisiveness.
I opened my mouth yet again. “Don’t be afraid. What have you got to lose?”
A loud slap. An anxious pause. Then a tight hug.
I felt like the happiest man alive.
CHAPTER 13: NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, I REALLY SHOULDN’T BE HAPPY
She didn’t deny her feelings for him. It only hit me now. I guess it’s true what they say: after the high, comes the low. I should’ve known that I shouldn’t have gone for that method. I feel so mentally slow. …But really, what have I got to lose? At least now, I’m not kept in the dark. Now I know.
CHAPTER 14: SOMETIMES I WONDER IF ALL OF THIS IS PART OF HIS WICKED PLAN, WHEREIN ALL THE INFORMATION ABOUT IT IS IN THE DARKEST CREVASSES OF HIS MIND
He actually knows what happened between me and her. I wonder why he isn’t getting mad. There are reasons, actually.
(1) He’s just having fun with all of this and doesn’t consider her cancer as something important. He’s planning to make us end up in the end and get all the greatest doctors associated with cancer. But that’s impossible. It’s obvious that he loves her; I can see it in his face.
(2) He’s really in love with her. He’s just hiding his anger very well to mess with me so he can kill me in my sleep. But that’s impossible. He can’t hide his anger very well. Of all the feelings, frustration is something that no matter how hard he tries, his face will betray him.
(3) He’s really in love with her. And he’s giving me some chance to spend time with her before her supposed demise. And he’s all very smug with how it’s going ‘cause he’s the one calling the shots with her. Because he values our friendship and is sorry about falling for her, too, no matter how gay that sounds.
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