NICHOLAS:He woke in a fantastic mood and generously sprayed and transmitted it on anything he saw. His communicable demeanor had him coating our bread with plenty of margarine and humming noisily to non-playing music. He looked freshly neat, showing he had earlier used the shower. He gelled and styled his hair into back fringes, giving himself the most adorable look. He glittered cutely in my robe with the plushy belts tied above his waist and knotted to his side. Rhythmically, he danced and moved to his ghostly beats while licking margarine off a finger. I have been awake for a while at his ignorance, watching him prepare our breakfast and set the table to his taste."You look happy…"He turned to my coarse morning voice with a full smile, exposing his bare white chest and beautiful neckline.It is early and unreserved of me to think twice about his succulent skin. "...and nice." Yet, I acknowledged it.Rahul hummed closer, leaned, and kissed me. “I slept happy.”“Happy good mor
NICHOLAS: I shouldn’t let Greg and his boyfriend affect me, but I couldn’t help it. I got off their display with mixed feelings as I entered the building to reunite with my friends. I couldn’t shake off the memory of Wendy’s odd behavior. He has been out of character; I saw it, and the regrets of not going after him, which would have spared me witnessing Greg and his boyfriend, engulfed me in a weak saddle. I went directly to the rooftop in assurance to meet them, but neither Wendy nor Park was there. The classroom was also without them, and I presume they may have gone home, which is strange for Wendy didn’t come by for his car in the parking lot. I was proven right when I saw his car untouched and undriven and realized they had disappeared without me. It is justifiable. I hadn’t shown much interest in being with them today. Despite my reservations, I feel betrayed and abandoned, and their sudden disappearance hurts. Thinking of how I had unpicked Park and ditched their feelings
WENDY:I woke from my weary state, stretching tremulously to Park’s call. My eyes took minutes to open up to his voice and adjust to his bedroom.Park took the initiative to provide and care for me, and I intently embraced it vigorously as I craved support.“Wen,” he called, tapping me gently. “Wake now.”“Why?” I snuggled deeper into his pillow, refusing to bulge.“You need to eat something, come on.”As beaten as I was, I still find the need to eat. I am one of the two humans who doesn’t lose appetite no matter the breakdown. I may be a pecker-eater and equal to be without food, but I never skip a meal.I walked sleepily down the stairs to the living room, and unexpectedly, Nicholas was in the dining area looking over at me. His presence woke me whole, and I stared back as surprised as I was.I ought not to be happy with him; he had chosen his business when I needed him most, but seeing him over there has never made me happy.He kept looking at me without a word. I understand Nichol
WENDY:The sky opened, transmitting rich blue clouds upon our sit-out. Hummingbirds, with their beautiful display, statically had us watching the plant in silence. “Is your Grandpa going to be well?” Frederick began shortly. There is no answer to his question, but I am glad he got the balls to break the silence.“I hope he will be,” I adjusted to the new conversation. ”I got a bunch of things to tell and do with him.”“Certainly.”Silence fell between us again, but it was comfortable.“Can you be at school? You know, with your Grandfather and the happenings, will you be able to concentrate?”Instead of answering, I began to frown on how this might be the last time we sit and talk closely until the care home holds us again.“Wen…?”“I think I might need the school to aid my distraction.”I chose instantly. I wouldn’t want to follow Grandpa’s condition closely; I doubt my stability to be involved. Even when I do not expect my relationship with Frederick to develop at school this sudd
WENDY:Eventually, Nicholas was put in the know of my predicament. Touched by Park’s exaggerated story of Grandpa Kosa’s condition, he sat on the armchair looking all solemn. Although he wasn’t up for cheesy hugs and consolations, he wished my grandfather a quick recovery and offered to visit him.“We could pay some visit tomorrow.” He said.Nicholas hasn’t visited the care home nor seen my grandfather. It is a perfect period for an introduction, except it doesn’t seem all so to me.“Yes, only I’d think we should do that at the weekend,” I countered with another agenda in mind. I love my grandfather without bounds; I’d let my friends and I stay all day on his sick bed without a care of a thing, but something about a scale of preference and interest has moved in me after exchanging messages with Frederick. And here I am, wholly looking forward to seeing Frederick at school, as our last text stated.“Why? It isn’t new to miss school,” Park whooped at my disapproval. “There is nothing
WENDY: I had to return to school to ensure Nicholas wasn’t drastically upset and peradventure, end his classes, and take him with us to just anywhere we grace for the day. His not responding had us driving to D’caprias on an ongoing school day. The commotion we met, however, explained the reason for his unresponsiveness. “Let’s find Nicholas,” Park urged and took the lead into the building. Students retained their group discussion without lifting their heads in acknowledgment of our presence. The sight of the foreign cars and the owners occupied them in natter and better core of interest. “There…” Park pointed to the sight of Nicholas walking out of the school clinic, the one designated for the non-scholarship students. On sighting us, Nicholas stopped and waggled his eyebrows in surprise. He doesn’t look angry, I could see, but I am unable to read his exact expression. “Hey” “Hey,” I responded as he collided in between us. “You alright?” “Sure.” “You walked out of there,” Pa
WENDY: “Isn’t it too soon?” I re-took the passenger’s seat and let Park own his wheel again. He was driving smoothly and quietly until his sudden question halfway from Frederick’s neighborhood put me into a confused state. “What is?” “Falling in love with him.” “With whom?” I coughed anxiously, adjusted nervously, and pulled unnecessarily on my shirt. “No, not at all.” “Oh my! Can you see yourself right now?” Park shook rapidly, imitating how I had acted. “I have never seen you this fickle, man. What is going on?” I gazed at the busy street, trying to make a quick decision and admission to my feelings, yet I failed. I feel great about Frederick. I have never found anyone intriguing or one who ignites my curiosity and who I want to protect and care for as I pump to do for him. It is undeniable that I felt miserable on the days we were unable to face each other, or how happy I felt to receive his message yesterday. I know all this, but there is no conviction if it is a love to
WENDY: The road had no obstacles, which aided my quick and smooth drive. The chilly weather made it more conducive and encouraging to the night ahead. Although it wasn’t raining, the night was freezing, and unlike the first time I took Frederick home with me, he remained awake and forged the road along with me. He smuggled in his seat and occasionally glanced at me. I caught all his stares in smiles, and he kept swooping shyly. I drove into the garage, exciting nothing but the part of me that couldn’t wait to be here. It may seem corny, but I haven’t gone out of boner despite the thirty-five-minute drive back home. I have retained at heart, the kissing and the possibility of doing more tonight. However, minutes after getting home, neither Frederick nor I attempted to leave the car. The sudden silence and stillness between us stiffened and heated to my discomfort. It is beyond my uphold. At this point, I pictured a smooching Frederick and I, or civilizedly, a joint walk into the h