"Guys! I met this amazing guy who looks like Stefano Mori! Now I feel like Camille Pratts in G-mik!". Yes, that was me when I was fifteen. My Mom thought it would be best to put me in a Catholic, exclusive for girls high school than making me go to a regular school. See, she has always been overprotective that it made me pissed sometimes.
I sat at our cafeteria bench with my friends as I babble about my Subic trip with my family. "So, how was he? Is he cute? Does he like you?" Piper, no doubt, would ask numerous questions especially about a guy. A certified NBSB (No boyfriend since birth), she dwells on our love lives just to prove that love really exists. "Ayun, he is cute but he was very silent. He didn't even talked to me. But were seeing each other again next month. And I'm determined to get to know him. Hahahah!", I said. Of course, when you're fifteen, and your prospect looks like a TV heartthrob, you're the epitome of coolness.
Macy, one of my numerous best friends just shot me with a "hey, let's talk later and spill all the juicy details that you should only tell your best friend" look. So once we were alone, I gave her the full blow of the trip.
"But Macy, he didn't even asked for my name. Plus, his lola is my Dad's godmother. How the hell would I know if were even related pala? And the best part of it? I didn't even got his full name. All I heard was Mac. Mac? Where did that that nickname came from anyway? Michael? Malcom? Macaroni? I can eat all this pasta and still wouldn't have a clue. And I have to wait for a month to see him again. What if everything that happened during that trip would just be a second round of the sequence?" I wailed.
"BUT WHAT IF, ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN THAT WAY? Lily, don't get so worked up on a guy you just met. Were freaking fifteen! Its not like you're going to marry him anyway", she made me shut up. See, the good thing about Macy is how she could put a good and a bad situation in one sentence.
I sat at our cafeteria bench with my friends as I babble about my Subic trip with my family. "So, how was he? Is he cute? Does he like you?" Piper, no doubt, would ask numerous questions especially about a guy. A certified NBSB (No boyfriend since birth), she dwells on our love lives just to prove that love really exists. "Ayun, he is cute but he was very silent. He didn't even talked to me. But were seeing each other again next month. And I'm determined to get to know him. Hahahah!", I said. Of course, when you're fifteen, and your prospect looks like a TV heartthrob, you're the epitome of coolness.
Macy, one of my numerous best friends just shot me with a "hey, let's talk later and spill all the juicy details that you should only tell your best friend" look. So once we were alone, I gave her the full blow of the trip.
"But Macy, he didn't even asked for my name. Plus, his lola is my Dad's godmother. How the hell would I know if were even related pala? And the best part of it? I didn't even got his full name. All I heard was Mac. Mac? Where did that that nickname came from anyway? Michael? Malcom? Macaroni? I can eat all this pasta and still wouldn't have a clue. And I have to wait for a month to see him again. What if everything that happened during that trip would just be a second round of the sequence?" I wailed.
"BUT WHAT IF, ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN THAT WAY? Lily, don't get so worked up on a guy you just met. Were freaking fifteen! Its not like you're going to marry him anyway", she made me shut up. See, the good thing about Macy is how she could put a good and a bad situation in one sentence.
It finally dawned to me that a month can pass by so quickly. And feelings can grow real quick too. :)
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