"Hi!" I happpily greeted. It took a few seconds before Flint looked my way. When he did, he then smiled."Hey," he murmured. I scowled a little when I realized that there was tension between him and Bailey. I don't know what's up. I just know something doesn't sit right with them.I tried to dismiss it though. Maybe it was just me reading too much into the situation. "Hey, we have a new applicant," I said smilingly. I then turned to Bailey and smiled at him. "This is Bailey. He's a transferee and we have the same major! He's interested in joining the Weekly Report," I mumbled."Hey," Bailey mumbled. He offers his hand for a handshake. Flint took it as he introduced himself."I'm Jasmine's boyfriend," he said."And the Weekly Report's layout artist," I added."Great. Nice to meet you," Bailey mumbled."Ditto," Flint said. He then turned to me. "Are you still needed here?" He queried."Yeah, I guess. Eya will be alone if I leave," I replied."Oh, no. It's okay. You can go, lovers. The
Relationships really has its ups and downs. All throughout the months Flint and I were together, we had fights and also made up. There were days when I thought we were really going to break up but he would do unexpected things... he would try to win me back each time.I love Flint. And I love how he makes things better for me. I love how he always say sorry even if it's not his fault. I love how he always make sure I had coffee before classes because he knows how I don't function well without caffeine. I love how he brings me food I didn't even know I wanted even when I don't say anything.I love him. Everything he does, I love it.I've always thought that like any other relationships, ours will also have its honeymoon phase just in the beginning. But eversince we were together, Flint does everything that exceeds my expectations. In return, I also do the same. I make sure that I give him the same love I'm receiving.But no matter how perfect a relationship may seem, there will always
I know Flint. I know when he's mad, when he's stressed- pretty much everything. For the many months that we've been together, I've learned not to counter his sour mood with another sour mood, and I believe he's also like that when I'm the one in a bad mood.We don't always have good days so I understand if he's in a bad mood most of the time, especially now that all his school loads are quite hectic.Hearing his tone, I know he's not in a good mood so I just try to give him a small smile as I open the gate so we can get inside the apartment. It's already dark and cold outside so we need to be inside.Nobody talked while we were on the way to our unit. All I could hear was the sound of our shoes on the floor. Right then, I knew Flint's tired and probably so stressed. I'm not really a patient person, but with him, I can always stretch it. Maybe that's how love is.When I opened the door to our apartment, I saw Taylor sitting on the stool at the counter, with her laptop in front of her.
The weeks continued and our set up stayed the same. Due to Flint's busy schedule, there are days when we don't see each other. It's sad and I was really longing for his presence each time, but I understand that I can't demand for his time because he has things he needed to do. I was also kind of getting used to going somewhere alone when my friends are busy. When Flint still has a flexible time, he's the one I'm always with. I'm pretty much used to being alone, but it's just sadder now. Today is one of those examples. Taylor has a thing with her organization, Sean went out with his friends, and Bailey, who I really considered one of my close friends now has a date with Elisse. Flint doesn't get jealous anymore with Bailey. He had seen him together with Elisse once and according to him, they were making out to the point that he wanted to shout at them and tell them to get there own room. After that, he never got jealous again, because he knows Bailey already has someone he's craz
After that interaction with that man, I couldn't go back to what I was initially doing. There are a lot of things running in my head- questions I was answers on. I can no longer concentrate so I decided to just go back to the apartment. No one was there when I get home so I'm pretty much alone- alone with my thoughts. I couldn't even stay still. I would lay on the bed, sit up, stand up, pace around the room. I was restless and I know I couldn't do anything if I don't ask my Mom. If there's someone who can explain me everything, that would be my Mom. So I got my phone and dialed her number. As much as I want to go home to ask my questions in person, but that would take hours. I can't wait for a few more hours just for my questions to be answered. I needed it to be now. Mom's phone just rang on my first call. I couldn't just give up. So I dialed her number again. On the third ring, she finally answered and my heart almost jump upon hearing her voice. "Are you okay, hun?" Was t
When Mom said she's near, I went out of the apartment and waited for her outside. I brought the things I would need because we can't discuss things in the apartment because Taylor's there. It's almost dark now and I'm not sure where she would take me so we could talk. But I couldn't care less. There are far more important matters we need to prioritize. A few meters away from where I am standing, I saw her car slowing down. I felt the erratic beating of my heart again. I am about to know something tonight. It could be big. It might surprise me. But I'd rather feel that way than be clueless at all. Mom stopped the car right in front of me. She looked at me through the window to her side. "Hi, hun," she greeted. I could tell she's a little tensed. "Hi, Mom," I replied. "Hop in," she said. I did what I was told and got inside the passenger's seat. As soon as I sat there and settled, silence enveloped us. I'm not used to the silence. Mom and I talk a lot and I hate that we
I am moving out. I am starting college. And I’m a little bit anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really a socially incapable person. Maybe, a little, but I think I can survive. It’s just that leaving the place where I grew up makes me sad. And facing this new chapter in my life brings a certain feeling to my gut. Is it nervousness? I think so. All throughout my childhood, we lived in Crestville. I was already born when my parents moved to that place. So technically, I lived there my whole life. It’s such a shame that my dream University isn’t close to our neighborhood, resulting in me moving out to live in the dorms so I could start creating my place in society. I’ve never been away from my family for a very long time. We always stick together. I’m not sure if we’re just clingy people or what. And yeah, it’s making me feel anxious. I know they will be just two hours away from me. But still, there’s distance. And distance scares me. “So this will be your home for the next four year
It was like the wolf was looking straight at me, trying to get to me. I was starting to feel all the creeps so I took off the necklace and hid it inside the drawer of my study table. I think this necklace Mom got from her mother is haunted or something. To get my mind out of the creepy thoughts, I decided to continue fixing my stuff. My roommate might arrive and I don’t want her to think I’m sloppy. When I got tired of fixing my stuff, I decided to take a rest and lie on the bed. When I did, I realized it was too boring to just lie there so I got the book I’m currently reading from my bag. I have a lot of books at home. My hobbies are mainly book-related- reading a book, buying books, window shopping books, planning for a book, etc. Aside from family and academics, my life mostly revolves around books. I want to be a writer and be able to publish books in the future. That’s why I took up Creative Writing as my major. I started writing when I was still young so I think as I grow ol
When Mom said she's near, I went out of the apartment and waited for her outside. I brought the things I would need because we can't discuss things in the apartment because Taylor's there. It's almost dark now and I'm not sure where she would take me so we could talk. But I couldn't care less. There are far more important matters we need to prioritize. A few meters away from where I am standing, I saw her car slowing down. I felt the erratic beating of my heart again. I am about to know something tonight. It could be big. It might surprise me. But I'd rather feel that way than be clueless at all. Mom stopped the car right in front of me. She looked at me through the window to her side. "Hi, hun," she greeted. I could tell she's a little tensed. "Hi, Mom," I replied. "Hop in," she said. I did what I was told and got inside the passenger's seat. As soon as I sat there and settled, silence enveloped us. I'm not used to the silence. Mom and I talk a lot and I hate that we
After that interaction with that man, I couldn't go back to what I was initially doing. There are a lot of things running in my head- questions I was answers on. I can no longer concentrate so I decided to just go back to the apartment. No one was there when I get home so I'm pretty much alone- alone with my thoughts. I couldn't even stay still. I would lay on the bed, sit up, stand up, pace around the room. I was restless and I know I couldn't do anything if I don't ask my Mom. If there's someone who can explain me everything, that would be my Mom. So I got my phone and dialed her number. As much as I want to go home to ask my questions in person, but that would take hours. I can't wait for a few more hours just for my questions to be answered. I needed it to be now. Mom's phone just rang on my first call. I couldn't just give up. So I dialed her number again. On the third ring, she finally answered and my heart almost jump upon hearing her voice. "Are you okay, hun?" Was t
The weeks continued and our set up stayed the same. Due to Flint's busy schedule, there are days when we don't see each other. It's sad and I was really longing for his presence each time, but I understand that I can't demand for his time because he has things he needed to do. I was also kind of getting used to going somewhere alone when my friends are busy. When Flint still has a flexible time, he's the one I'm always with. I'm pretty much used to being alone, but it's just sadder now. Today is one of those examples. Taylor has a thing with her organization, Sean went out with his friends, and Bailey, who I really considered one of my close friends now has a date with Elisse. Flint doesn't get jealous anymore with Bailey. He had seen him together with Elisse once and according to him, they were making out to the point that he wanted to shout at them and tell them to get there own room. After that, he never got jealous again, because he knows Bailey already has someone he's craz
I know Flint. I know when he's mad, when he's stressed- pretty much everything. For the many months that we've been together, I've learned not to counter his sour mood with another sour mood, and I believe he's also like that when I'm the one in a bad mood.We don't always have good days so I understand if he's in a bad mood most of the time, especially now that all his school loads are quite hectic.Hearing his tone, I know he's not in a good mood so I just try to give him a small smile as I open the gate so we can get inside the apartment. It's already dark and cold outside so we need to be inside.Nobody talked while we were on the way to our unit. All I could hear was the sound of our shoes on the floor. Right then, I knew Flint's tired and probably so stressed. I'm not really a patient person, but with him, I can always stretch it. Maybe that's how love is.When I opened the door to our apartment, I saw Taylor sitting on the stool at the counter, with her laptop in front of her.
Relationships really has its ups and downs. All throughout the months Flint and I were together, we had fights and also made up. There were days when I thought we were really going to break up but he would do unexpected things... he would try to win me back each time.I love Flint. And I love how he makes things better for me. I love how he always say sorry even if it's not his fault. I love how he always make sure I had coffee before classes because he knows how I don't function well without caffeine. I love how he brings me food I didn't even know I wanted even when I don't say anything.I love him. Everything he does, I love it.I've always thought that like any other relationships, ours will also have its honeymoon phase just in the beginning. But eversince we were together, Flint does everything that exceeds my expectations. In return, I also do the same. I make sure that I give him the same love I'm receiving.But no matter how perfect a relationship may seem, there will always
"Hi!" I happpily greeted. It took a few seconds before Flint looked my way. When he did, he then smiled."Hey," he murmured. I scowled a little when I realized that there was tension between him and Bailey. I don't know what's up. I just know something doesn't sit right with them.I tried to dismiss it though. Maybe it was just me reading too much into the situation. "Hey, we have a new applicant," I said smilingly. I then turned to Bailey and smiled at him. "This is Bailey. He's a transferee and we have the same major! He's interested in joining the Weekly Report," I mumbled."Hey," Bailey mumbled. He offers his hand for a handshake. Flint took it as he introduced himself."I'm Jasmine's boyfriend," he said."And the Weekly Report's layout artist," I added."Great. Nice to meet you," Bailey mumbled."Ditto," Flint said. He then turned to me. "Are you still needed here?" He queried."Yeah, I guess. Eya will be alone if I leave," I replied."Oh, no. It's okay. You can go, lovers. The
It was officially the first day of the second semester. Like the first day last semester, it was pretty much like introduction of syllabus and other stuff about our subjects. We also had some activities and most of the professors only talked to us for a while and then dismiss us.On the oval, there were a lot of booths organized by the different clubs here in school. It was recruiting season again so after the class, students come and visit the booths to see and check what clubs are available.Since I don't have a class anymore, I proceed on our booth. It was currently headed by Eya and Robin. Robin will have a class in a few minutes so I'll take over. We will cater students' questions regarding the rules and regulation of the club, as well as how our organization works.We also handed out flyers. There were some new faces which I bet were transferees and they're looking around. They reminded me of me when I was still new here in the university. Well, I'm technically still new, but I'
Days passed by so quickly. My last duty at the admin office was yesterday and now I'm just here at the apartment, resting and preparing myself for the upcoming semester.I've already applied for the scholarship that I was eyeing and received a reply that I passed. This semester, I'm officially a scholar which means that my parents don't have to pay for my tuition. It was a really big help especially that Dahlia will be in college soon. Mom and Dad were happy about the news. I didn't tell them I applied for the scholarship. I just told them that my average qualified and I just thought of applying.I also received the news that I was one of the students who got a high GWA for the first semester. In the first week of classes, there will be an activity to be held for those outstanding students. Certificates will be handed out and parents are invited. I thought it wasn't that huge of a deal for my parents because they've been doing it ever since I started going to school. They pretty much
After saying I love you to the person you love, what comes next? Do we take this relationship to the next level? If so, what's the next level? There were a lot of things running through my head when we first exchanged those three words. I know I already felt it and it's the truest it can be. I love being with Flint. I love telling him how my day went. I love how he listens to me everytime. I love how we become so comfortable with each other. I love Flint. It wasn't my plan to tell it to him while we were doing the deed, but at that moment, I just couldn't keep it in. I love him, and I'm afraid this love is overflowing. He's my first love. He's the first ever guy aside from a family member that I ever loved. I've written romance stories, and also read those kinds, but in reality, it was a different thing. For starters, it's reality. There's no pause, no cliff-hanger scenes. In real life, things go on. After we did it, we fell asleep. Now, it's already morning and all I did eversi