And we were watching the sunrise. Clay was right, it was really beautiful. First, a glint of purple burst into the horizon looked like a colored mist, and then changes into orange, and finally, the yellow lights come peeking out, the sun slowly rose along from the edge of the horizon. It was really a breath-taking view, and he was holding me close while we were watching it.
After everything turned to light, I realized that from today onwards, I would see him with a whole different perspective. It would be from a different angle, as from now I would see him as someone I admired, someone I would always try to understand, and someone I would really like to be with. He looks careless and arrogant but nice and sensitive inside, he seems cold but rather caring, good sense of humor, and of course, a great kisser.
A little before 6 am, he asked if I had class this morning. I said I’ll have a class at 11, and I suggested we grab something on the way back because I am totally starving. We didn’t have anything left to eat, because the chips and the chocolate bar were already finished last night even before the beer-spilling accident..
“Let’s get out of here and grab some breakfast, shall we? I’m also really starving, I could eat a whole cow”, he said.
We walked out from the forest hand-in-hand and got into the car. He drove back to the town and asked me what I wanted to eat. I said everything will be fine, as long as it’s warm. He said he wants to eat some nice chicken porridge from a Chinese restaurant that is already open in the morning.
We arrived at the Chinese restaurant. It is a very small restaurant, more like a stall, but very neat and clean. There was nobody eating there except us since it was very early.“Good morning, Clay, chicken porridge as usual?” the old man who runs the restaurant asked. He looks very familiar with him. It seems like he’s a regular customer here.
“Yes, as usual, Mr. Chang. And a cup of black coffee”, he said.
“And what do you want, pretty lady?”, the old man asked me.
“Just call me Anita”, I answered. It’s really awkward when someone calls me that because I am not pretty. “What do they have here?” I asked Clay.
“They serve chicken porridge, shrimp porridge, and fish porridge here, pretty lady. It all tastes really good”, he told me and smiled devilishly. I wonder what makes him tease me over and over again today.
“I’ll have shrimp porridge, and a glass of water, please”, I said to the old man. “And a cup of black coffee, I will need that”, I added while glancing at Clay. He grinned and raised his eyebrows to show his regret. I smiled and grabbed his hand for a second.
We sat at one of the tables, facing each other, and Clayton held my hand on top of the table and said softly, almost whispering, “Sorry to keep you awake all night. You must be feeling very tired”.
“Nope. It wasn’t really. It was a blast. Thanks for sharing those beautiful views with me”, I smiled at him.
“I’m glad to have you here with me. Shall we do it again some other time?” he asked.
“Sure, just ask me. By the way, are you working today?”
“Yes, I have an interview and photoshoot after lunch, and tomorrow I will be working on a new movie. I will be back to campus on Monday, on our first rehearsal”, he explained.
And then our breakfast came. The warm porridge was really delicious and soothed my starving tummy. The heat from the porridge also erases the cold I felt the whole night.
After a nice breakfast and a cigarette or two along with the morning coffee, we said goodbye to the nice old man at the restaurant and headed back to his car. Clay told me he has been coming to this restaurant for more than 7 years, from back then when he was just an aspiring actor and model. He used to live nearby, rented a small room when he was still struggling to get any roles. The old man knew him since he was nothing, and used to give him free food when he didn’t have money to pay for it.
“My whole family moved to Europe when I was 17, and I didn’t want to move with them. I had a feeling I would only be able to pursue my dream here. I had a big fight with them, and they refused to pay for my living expenses here, just my school tuition and books until I finished high school. So from that time, I had to afford everything by myself. Thankfully, we reconciled three years ago, after I visited them.”
“At that time, when I didn’t have any money, Mr. Chang always asked me to eat there. I got into the restaurant from the kitchen back door and ate in the kitchen. Mr. Chang always told me not to eat in the kitchen and go out to the restaurant, but I was too shy to eat the free food outside. He is a really good man, sometimes he gave me a job to wash the dishes, or paint the walls, the kind of unskilled small jobs. But I know he could totally do it himself so he doesn't have to pay me for doing that,” he said while he gazed, reminiscing.
I have never known he had struggled that hard to get into this position, and his story had only made me admire him more.
He drove me back to the dorm and told me when he opened the door for me that he would call tonight. I hugged and told him I would see him soon, and have a nice day. I watched him leave then walk upstairs to my room.When I arrived at my room it was almost 9. Sasha was in our room, sitting on her bed in her underwear, painting her toenails with a blazing red polish.
“Hey, how was the date?” she asked enthusiastically.
“It wasn’t a date, Sass”, I answered, still hiding the details so she’ll be surprised.
“What’s not a date? You’re out with him all night, going to Climber’s Hills. It IS a date.”
“Okay, okay…it’s more like he kidnapped me. Well, when I called him last night, we had a little misunderstanding, and suddenly he said he’ll pick me up here in twenty minutes. He took me to his secret place, it’s a small opening in the hill, a platform of boulders. We saw city lights and the sunrise. We talked a lot, well… HE talked a lot and I listened, we smoke, drank beers, held hands, cuddled and kissed”, I told her lightly as if nothing important happened.
“YOU BOTH KISSED????” she shouted and then stood up and hugged me and we jumped together.
“Yes, it was after you called. When you called me, I just confessed my feelings to him, and he said he felt the same.
“Really??? Did you say that you love him??”
“No of course not, I don’t even know whether I love him or not, I just said I like him, and he said he likes me too. He said he likes being with me, that I can make him comfortable and be himself. He said he still doesn't know what he’s feeling right now, is it a crush or anything. So, I still don’t think we’re officially dating right now”
“But he kissed you first, right?” Sasha asked. I nodded.
“He kissed me to stop tickling him back after he teased and tickled me. And he’s kinda changed a bit after our confession, and hours of talks. He seems more cheerful, and likes to tease me a lot.”
Then I told her everything, every detail. While we’re still talking, a text came into my phone. It was from Clay.
“Don’t fall asleep, it’s already 10! You have class at 11. Looking forward to seeing you on Monday. Call you later, pretty lady!”.
I show the messages to Sasha. She asked why he called me a pretty lady, she knew how I hate those kinds of things. I said he teased me because the old man in a Chinese restaurant called me that way this morning.
“He definitely had something for you, you lucky girl!” said Sasha, smiling.
I felt really sleepy in class today, as I predicted. I didn’t even have a chance to take a nap, coz I have a full schedule until 4.30 pm. I kept yawning and almost fell asleep a few times in class and at the second class after lunch, Georgina, Jess, and Caddie wondered what made me so sleepy and asked when our lecturer was away from the class, leaving us with a reading task.
“I haven’t got any sleep last night. I was having a night stroll and drinking beer all night with a guy,” I tell them without spoiling his identity.
“You got a date?? Really? Who is he? Is he studying here? What’s his name?”, the three girls asking me eagerly.
“Nope, I can’t say I’m dating him. We were just going out. It’s some guy I met in the theater club”. Well I didn’t exactly lie to them if I put it that way, right?
“Really? Is he from the same year as ours? What does he look like?”
“No, he’s a senior, he's a cool, careless kind of guy.”
“But you like that bad boy type, right? What happened last night? I bet that bad boy did something good to keep you up all night,” Georgina kept digging the details from me.
“Well, it’s the first time I went out with him, he picked me up at my dorm at 10 and we went to Climber’s Hills. He seemed a little troubled last night, so I listened to his problems. We chatted and drank all night long, then watched the sunrise together.”
“Aaah…. So sweet… Did you guys kiss?”, Caddie asked.
“Yeaaah, we kissed. He’s a good kisser”, I said while remembering Clayton’s soft and warm lips.
“Hhhhh… I wish I could have a date with Clayton like that, watching the sunrise together”, Georgina said, sighing dreamily.
Okaaaay… I couldn’t possibly tell them, especially to Georgina that I REALLY WAS going out all night with Clayton and DID watch the sunrise together. She’ll kill me for taking away his perfect prince. I’m sorry Gina… I truly don’t know what to do. Telling my friends about Clay means I have to break the secret, but not telling them somehow feels like I’m backstabbing my friends, especially Gina.
“Hey, what is his name, actually?”, Jess asked me.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t tell you. It’s a secret. In the theater club, we aren't allowed to date people from the same club, actually, so I can’t tell you his name”. (Yes, I made up the rule to cover his identity, and barely managed to get away smoothly this time..)
“Oooh, so you kissed and going out behind everyone’s back at the club? Like a secret, backstreet dates? Interesting… So, you will act like you are just friends at the club?”, Caddie asked.
“Most probably, because we couldn’t let them know. It’s going to be a little hard because we will perform together, but we can’t break the club rule, not in the crucial times like this, when we prepared for the biggest play this year.”
Today would be the first rehearsal for the play. And it also meant I could meet Clayton at the campus!! Yaaaay!! I woke up very early today, and I couldn’t wait to meet him. I took a longer time in the shower, washed my hair, and used chocolate-scented body butter that Sasha gave me last month. While I was busy picking clothes that I’m going to wear, Sasha looks at me from her bed and smiles. “I never saw you picking clothes for so long until now. Usually, t-shirts and jeans did just well for going to the campus. What’s up? Got a date with Clayton again today?” she asked, a teasing smile curled on her voluptuous lips. “Not a date, Sass… Today is the first rehearsal, remember?” I answered. “Aaaah… the first rehearsal. Are the neck-biting scenes going to be rehearsed today as well??”, she teased further while curling her beautiful wavy red hair with her index finger. “OMG Saasssss... Thanks for reminding me about that thing. Now I’m nervous.” Sa
Just as I predicted, I was bombarded with questions from the girls after I grabbed my lunch and sat at their table. They asked why Pax called me (I said he wanted to talk about the play), why was Clay there (I don’t know, they were just sitting together), and what was Clayton saying to me (Nothing, he just said hi and see you later).Huff, I think Pax and Clay were right. It’s better for me and Clay to act like strangers in public, or at least just a friend that’s not too close, so I won’t get this kind of question every single day, over and over again.Then it’s finally time for the awaited rehearsal. I walked into the hall cheerfully. When I arrived, Clayton was sitting beside Pax on the first row, reading his script. He already took his jacket and shoes off, preparing to do the warm-up session. When I said hi, he finally tilted his face up and looked at me. He greeted me and tapped a seat beside him. When I sat down beside him, he close
Well, I regretted my decision to wear an off-shoulder t-shirt today. If I wear higher collared tees, maybe it won’t be this bad, cause I wouldn’t be able to felt his warm breath on my neck and shoulder. I looked to the audience seats where Trey sat, then smiled apologetically and mouthed “Sorry”. The other theater club members who lined up for the next scene finished their warm-up session and watched our rehearsal closely. Some of them started to grin and giggled at us, and I know they must have sensed something going on between me and "the cast of Count Dracula". Clayton looked at my blushed face and then chuckled. He then holds my shoulders from behind and whispers, “You never told me that your neck is very sensitive”.I answered awkwardly, still in a whispery voice “How am I supposed to tell you? You never asked.” Then he suddenly lowered his head until his mouth almost touched my ear and answered in a lower, deeper whisper, “Maybe I just don’t get
He drove his car to the seaside area, where all the posh hangout places, high-end malls, and biggest houses in the town are located. He stopped his car in front of a simple, modern black iron gate. The fence also circled the premises in front of boxwood hedge bushes, both around 7-8 feet tall, ensuring security and privacy. From the gate, I can see a big front lawn covered with nice thick, tidy grass, a few kept shrubs, and big trees that hid the house from curbside sight.He opened the gate with a remote and parked his car in front of the house before came out and opened the passenger side of the car for me. It is a modern minimalist medium-sized, square, dark gray and black building, maybe two and a half or three-floored, with a touch of wood for the floor, and natural stone cladding covering some of the lower outer walls and balcony pillars. The house looks empty and dark, and from looking at the simple unframed glass windows, all the lights are off. The night breeze is ex
Suddenly I felt Clayton’s heart beat faster. Our breath became heavier while holding each other tightly. I looked up at his face, and before I even realized completely what was going on, our lips were glued together. He kissed me much more passionately than before, almost rough. I rubbed his back and fondled his long hair. His hand somehow finds a way to get into my tees and caresses the skin on my back, sending good goosebumps all over me. A few moments after, I felt my bra unbuttoned, and his hand slid forward to my bare breast inside the shirt. I felt his fingers graze the lower side of my breast, then move upwards to brush and play with the tips. I sighed inside our kisses and felt my body temperature rising.After a while, our kissing stopped and we looked at each other's eyes then found each other’s blazing passion in our mutual gaze. “Grab everything, let’s go upstairs”, he said while exhaling his breath deeply. We grabbed our bags and scripts q
I woke up feeling a bit disoriented for a second when I opened my eyes and found out that I didn’t sleep in my dorm room as usual, and was not wearing anything except the blanket on top of me. Then I remembered things that happened last night and smiled. I turned around and saw Clayton, still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. His wavy hair looks messy but somehow still framed his face perfectly, and his sleeping pose looked really tempting. laying on his back with one of his toned arms behind his head, apart from the fact that he’s also naked.I looked at the bedside table, peeking into his watch because there’s no wall clock in his bedroom. It was almost 12 pm. I stood up and looked around to find my clothes, grab my oversized shirt, and put it on. I was thinking of waking him up, but my second thought said that I won’t be able to do it because I just didn’t have the heart to ruin his peaceful slumber.I decided to go down
We arrived in front of the campus at 3.40. He dropped me outside the gate when nobody’s around. I thank him, kiss his lips, and wish him a good day. I walked into the campus, relieved that I still got a few minutes to get things from my locker. Outside the building, Pax called me. His impish smile was seen from afar. “Hey, how’s last night?”, Pax asked me. “What happened last night? I don’t know what you’re talking about”. “You know. I saw you get into his car, and with all the… intensity at rehearsal last night, I bet he doesn't just drive you straight into your dorm”, he added. “Stop digging, Pax. I won’t spoil anything,” I said coyly. “Okaaay…Well, you know what, his flannel looks good on you,” he added. I smiled shyly and laughed a bit. “You’re just like him, you know. Always take every single opportunity to tease me.” “That’s why we’re friends. Nice teasing you, Anita”. He left with a wide grin on his face
After telling her the story and answering all the details she asked about last night, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. But before I even started, Sasha knocked on the bathroom door.“Anita…Clayton’s calling!”I grab my towel and open the bathroom door. Sasha gave me my phone and I answered it instantly.“Hey, Anita. What’re you doing?”.His raspy voice sounds a little sexier on the line tonight, is it really like that or is it because we already did something?“I’m about to get some shower, actually, when Sasha knocked and gave my phone.”“Tell her I said thanks for giving the phone. By the way, do you have any plans tonight?”“Nope. Just watching Sasha having long-distance calls and/or video calls with her boyfriend, maybe. Why?”“I just finished my work. And want to know whether you are available for dinner. You cooked f
The troublesome scene that we were reluctant to act on was rehearsed smoothly, at least by my and Clayton’s standards. But suddenly, Ethan, Clay’s close friend and our play’s music director, wanted to say something to us. “I like it, but… could I go up and discuss something before we try again or get into another scene?”, Ethan proposed, looking back and forth to Clay and Trey.Clayton and I exchanged looks. What are the things Ethan wanted to say? What if he said we are too much or not expecting the scene to be executed like that?“Up to Mud, then, Fork. No problem with me.” Trey said.Ethan walked up to talk to us. He brushes his hands together before saying a word. “Guys, let’s just be frank. I know you both don’t want to appear too intimate in public as this is a personal matter and I respect that, but… I think this will be a good addition to the play’s unique points. Most of the other Dracula plays only focus on the Dracula-Mina relationships, but rarely on Dracula-Lucy. She’s n
“Blackout and CUT!” Trey’s voice snapped me out of my character. “Jerry, please note this is a blackout, we need the shocking effect.”Jerry, our head of lighting, gestured his thumbs up and scribbled on his script. I watched Ethan and Trey converse for a few seconds, dazing a little while sitting up before I felt a soft tap on my upper arm.“Anita”, Clay whispered.“Yes?”“I’m sorry,” he said while running his hand down to my hand and holding it.“What for?”. I looked at my hand being held warmly before looking up.“The bite.”I smiled. “No, it didn’t hurt. I was screaming for better sound effects.”He scoffed a little. “Ah, yes, I forgot how talented you are. That scream sounded painful.”“I should’ve warned you before so you don’t feel guilty, sorry.”“Nah, you can improve all you want, I will follow. We’ll find the scene dynamics that suit us best. I’ll tell Trey later we will try that way maybe for the next 1-2 weeks?”Hey, Clay sounded very… professional. Was he mad at me becaus
I and Clay finished our cigarettes before his friends and got back into the hall together. Thankfully, Trey was still drilling a scene with Peter and Angelique, and we sat back in the front row, waiting. A few minutes later, Trey said to the stage, “Cut. We are still gonna polish this scene but I love it so far. Next, Dracula and Lucy, please.” We exchanged glances for a second before he nodded and smiled while standing up. I follow him and walk up to the stage, facing Trey. “Guys, I need you to show your last week's homework before moving on to the singing and sleepwalking scene. Music? Oh gosh, where are those bastards Fork and Box?”, he complained after looking over the hall and failing to find his buddies. “Outside, loading dock, smoking. We were just there too.” Clay answered, grinning. “Fine. Can you give me the biting on the bed scene? Did you rehearse it by yourself?”, He asked when grinning. Clay stifled a smile before answering “Hey! But yes, on a serious answer, thank
“We’ll be just outside the loading door,” he answered while tightening his hand on mine a little. “Let’s go out a bit, Phone and cigarettes only, and water.” I followed him after grabbing the things he requested with one hand, as he didn’t release our holding hands when we left our seats. A few of our fellow club members looked at him, pulling me and walking away from the audience rows to the stairs at the side of the stage. A little worry slipped into my mind when I saw some of them whispering to each other after seeing us. What are they gonna think about this? We walked barefooted until we found a huge rolling door on the loading dock backstage entrance, heading outside. He opened the door beside the rolling door and closed it after I walked through. We walked for a few steps until we reached the stairs down to the parking lot. It was way past the last class's time, so the campus was mostly empty. The sun was almost completely set, leaving only a little burst of dark orange in th
Right after the professor dismissed the class, I put all my things inside the bag. The girls looked at me as I stand up from my seat “Can’t wait to meet the boy, huh, pixie?” Jess teased. I smiled. “Haven’t seen him since yesterday after class…” “So you’ll be seeing Clay again this afternoon?” Georgina asked. I felt thunderstruck. What’s this? How does she know that the one I’m seeing is Clayton? “Huh? What do you mean?” I blabbered, trying to hide a little of the panic feeling inside. “Georgina means the rehearsal, Anita. You’ll be meeting Clayton at the rehearsal because you and he are working together on the performance, right?” “Ah, that. Yes, probably, if he doesn’t have another schedule. I mean, unlike me, he’s busy working…” I tried to hide my nervousness with a little bit of sarcasm. Sorry, Clay. “Yeah, he’s a big shot. He probably won’t have time to attend all the rehearsals,” Georgina replied. “I guess so too. But as long as he shows up on the performance day, I guess
A few hours later, after Sasha and I were already taking turns in showers, I sat at my bed, putting on skincare and body butter (I took the Tropical Mango and Yuzu scented one from the hamper), then heard a ring on my phone. “Clayton?” Sasha asked me while walking out of the shower, drying her curly hair with a towel. I nodded before answering. “Hey, driving home?” “Hey babe, yeah, just left the meeting.” His voice seems a little cheerful. I can feel him smiling. “Am I bothering the girl’s time?” “We just finished taking turns showering after the first part of the girl’s night. More later coming up.” “What are you doing now?” “Putting on body butter.” “Which one?” “Mango and Yuzu.” “Seems fresh. Will I get to be able to smell it on you tomorrow?” “Sure, I’ll use the body spray too.” “Great. You can put me on speakerphone if your hand is busy.” “You sure?” “Sure. Only Sasha is in the room, right?” “Yeah, our room is two-person only.” I put him on speakerphone and Sasha
I walked into the class, looking for the girls that usually save an empty chair beside them for me. Ah, there they are. Seeing Georgina and Jess in the middle row, a little to the back, I sat on the chair beside them, giving another empty chair nearest to the aisle for Caddie. “Hi girls, sorry for this morning,” I talked while smiling apologetically. “No probs. You just got back from his place?” asked Jess. “Coming to campus with him, actually. Is Caddie coming?” “Yeah, still buying mineral water and some aspirin. She said she was binge-watching last night until morning, again, that movie freak,” Georgina said jokingly. “Oh, and you missed your chance to get a free coffee, Caddie drinks both hers and yours. I bet she’ll gonna complain later of the panda eyes again, but never change her habit.” I responded. “I know what to give for her birthday, then. A hydrogel eye mask.” “Call dibs on the reusable sleeping eye mask
He dropped me off at the dorm in a quick, kinda rushing manner. It’s broad daylight, lunchtime, and if anybody saw him, or even recognized his car, it could have turned badly. I pecked his cheek quickly, said thanks, and reached for the door handle on my side to open before he held my other wrist and pulled a little. I looked at his face and smiled. “Yes?” He pulled again to gesture me to get closer, smiling, then kissed my lips for a few moments, “Thank you.” “For what?” I answered with a little questioning eye. “For spending time with me.” I smiled before replying, “Thank you for the dinner too. And this hell of a hamper.” He smiled back widely, a little lighter on the expression and the usual mischievous glint in his eyes slipped a little. “At least you don’t have to think about buying body care and maybe makeup until the end of the year.” “More like, the end of NEXT year, I predict.” He smirked. “The
Clayton laid his body on top of me, but before he got inside, he brushed my rather sweaty forehead and smiled. “You’re sweating. We should have a cold shower after.” I looked up at his face, playing coy, and replied, “Every time I met you should be ended with a cold shower, indeed.” He smirked. “Now you are the tease.” I smiled slightly before he kissed me. Releasing his lips from mine, he said, “You are really something else. I can't resist you.” Some words slipped into my mind after hearing him but I was getting sidetracked when he kissed and get into me again. He moved his body above me, our torso and lower touched with each other and rubbed intensely. I moaned again by the pleasure he gave. Damn, at this rate, not only him that would be able to reach the peak, I would easily do too, again. He held his body up by putting his elbows on the sides of my head, as our faces were only inches apart. Getting even c