snippets from that pivotal day

Characters: his highness, me

Setting: Welcome Rotonda, footbridge

I started singing the Kaitou KID song I made up (the melody was of Barbie Girl’s) as we were crossing the footbridge. Oh yeah, and I was doing the dance move. Yeah, in a public place. With his highness. So there I was, singing and twirling like some madman. (At least I was in tune)

“I’m a phantom thief in Detective Co – OW!”

I rubbed the part of my arm where he had pinched me. Seriously, it really hurted. I narrowed my eyes and spat, “What was that for?!”

“You told me to pinch you when you start acting crazy!”

I pouted. “I wasn’t – OW!!!”

Another pinch.

“Para san – OW!!! MASAKIT KAYA!!!”

“That’s a reminder not to do anything crazy.” He said with that proverbial smirk.

Characters: his highness, me

Setting: Philcoa, Jollibee

I wasn’t feeling well. And as usual, I was ranting.

“Masakit pa rin tiyan ko. Malay. Parang gutom pa rin ako. Nabigla siguro kasi hindi ako nag-dinner last night.” I went.

“Hey,” said his highness and then he mouthed, “Are you pregnant?”

I raised a brow. “NO!”

He smiled and mouthed, “Want to be?”

I’m not sure if I kicked his shin but we were laughing after that.

Characters: His Highness, me

Setting: UP Diliman, Vinzons

I was singing the Conan song this time (to the tune of BINGO)

“There is a teenage heisei Holmes and Conan is his name-o! C-O-N-A-N! C-O-N-A-N! C-O-N-A-N and Conan is his name-o!”

And his highness, being his usual, mocking, guy bitchy self changed the lyrics.

“M-O-R-O-N! L-O-S-E-R! N-I-C-A-I and Nicai is her name-o!”

Characters: His highness, me

Setting: Plaridel Hall, oh shit wag na lang ‘tong entry na ‘to. Location pa lang, buko na eh hahaha

Characters: His highness, me

Setting: UP Diliman, AS aka Palma Hall, 4^th floor, dun sa mga may table

After long, heavy sighs, a longer conversation, drama, comedy, a lot of crying but a whole lot more epiphanies, we were tired and badly need to go home. He was late for an activity and it’s getting a bit dark for me to commute home.

He was sitting on the table and I was lying down on it. He warned me not to lie down since people would think we were up to something but I badly needed to lie down onto something. Where’s the freaking shrink lounge chair when you needed it?

“Mukha kang na-rape… Ayusin mo nga damit mo.” He said as he pulled up the collar of my shirt and fixed my sleeves.

“Ano yang nasa buhok at mukha mo?” I sat up to cover my scar.

“Hindi yang sugat mo. Yung mga – ”

“Oh, tissue.” I said and instantly, his fingers started picking the bits of tissue residue on my hair, cheeks, lashes.

Then he started going on about… oh geez, I’m not really sure now but it’s something like he wants me to get better and stuff like that.

“’Cause I care about you.” He said, squeezing my left arm. And he smiled.

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More from that series of conversations

“Blame that book” said his highness as he pointed to the thin, propaganda material – I mean, book, in his bag. “The book said marry your friend, not your lover.”

He probably saw that the last statement ignited some sort of fear in me. Am not sure if it showed on my face or he just felt it.

“I’m not saying that I’m gonna marry you, you don’t believe in marriage di ba?” he said and went to explain some more but I guess I wasn’t listening anymore.

Sigh. Marriage – something I know I could never have/experience/want.

Characters: His highness, me

Setting: En route central (that part of UP near Vanguard)

“You’re the complete package, you know that?” he said and he started enumerating things that I’d rather not post here.

“Uuh… Thanks?” I said after his soliloquy.

“You’re every pervert’s dream. Of course, I’m not.”

“Too bad you aren’t. Or…”

This snippet is turning R18 so I guess I’d rather not continue this. Sorry, readers.

Characters: His highness, me

Setting: In the bus going home

We were cuddling.

“You won’t say it, but I can feel it.” He said.

“What?”

“You love me.”

I smiled and hugged him tighter.

Later that night, I thought, maybe I do.