20 minutes. :)
January 30 2009. You coincidentally* finished your work the same time I did, even if I know for a fact that you’ve been by yourself in your division for hours. For some reason I allowed myself to have you take me home. It was the second time that week**, it was the second time ever.
It takes 12 minutes to get from your place to mine, but that night it felt even shorter. You weren’t even driving fast, and yet we were nearing my village sooner than we both expected.
That’s why Jollibee will always be OUR place to me. You saw the drive-thru sign, and asked me if I wanted to get a sundae first before going home. My mouth at the moment tasted like toothpaste. A sundae, at its best, would taste like even more toothpaste. I said yes.
I remember us taking the tiniest bites make the ice cream last longer. I remember the insignificance of all our little stories. I remember the banter, the shirt you had on, the Mothergoose’s frantic texts about where I was.
Soon after, our cups were emptied and my mom was going berserk. I had to head home. I remember scribbling wildly on my journal, grateful that I found a new best friend in a guy I never expected I’d get along with.
Hi @Capreeh. Happy First Date*** + 5 days Anniversary. ☺
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*Roight.
**January 27 was the first. I was so pissed that I had to rely on a boy just so I could get home.
***Count starts from the platonic days. Wag ka umangal.
HAHA. Yup, I’d always be left all alone downstairs waiting for you to finish so I could walk you to the station - with or without the other kids(that you insist on waiting for each and every time just so we wouldn’t be seen walking together looking all couple-y). My heart would skip a beat everytime I find out Cow or Tin would be working late at night, knowing that I’d have you all for myself to walk and talk with.
That evening, if I remember correctly, was one of the kidnap nights where I’d force you down the fx when we catch my stop. I told you I had a friend’s party to attend to in Betterliving, just so you’d agree for me to take you home. And so you did. By this time my heart had skipped two beats in a day.
I wanted to prolong the evening as our conversation (and the chance to catch you all for myself) was just too good to pass. We clicked. It was almost unbelievable how I could bring up silly and quirky ideas I have always had on my mind and you picked up on them quite instantly. Haha. I have never found anyone whom I could banter with like you do.
I drove slower than usual, and worked up the courage to ask you if you wanted to get some ice cream from Jollibee. I never really liked Jollibee ice cream, you know. But you were worth the ugghhh sundae. Inunti-unti ko pa. I remember thinking “shit mauubos na yung ice cream ko” and stalling, kunyari pupunas muna ng tissue. I remember us bursting out into song as a power ballad played over the radio, and it was the first of our mandatory duets (but lately I’ve been performing Rihanna songs solo - BAM.. BAM.. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMDIDAM DAMDAMDARAMDAM!) on the way to your house.
It was one of the awesome-st evenings I’ve had in years, all compressed into a 12-minute ride home, made 20.
Hi, little girl from Nestle. :) Happy Valentine’s (Valentines’) day. :)
Love,
Goliath
P.S. Ever noticed how I don’t really have any friends from betterliving? Gotcha.
