I just feel like writing since it's raining hard, downpour really, outside and our damn cable service provider just went blank at the time that the love of my life, Eminem, is on TRL. So I'm taking out my frustration by typing furiously at my keyboard, not knowing what will come out of it. Hopefully something will.
I just like the sound of the title, I have no idea if it will stick until the end of the story...or even if I will have the tenacity and patience to write more scenes to add to this story.
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I.
She never thought she had to go through with it. It scares her to think that in a few hours she’ll be facing her teenage demons that haunted her throughout most of her early adulthood. Well, she’d like to think she’s still a young adult, but it will get her into an argument with most people.
Driving has always given her the pleasure of having time alone with her self and with thoughts. Today is nothing new, but she wish that somehow there is someone with her to placate her and appease her fears somewhat. Someone to hold her hand and tell her everything will be okay, that by the end of the day she’s going to laugh at herself for being afraid and silly. But then again, that is not a luxury that she has. She chuckled though at the thought, because she couldn’t imagine herself with someone. Well, she could, but since it hasn’t happened yet, then it’s a foreign concept to her.
Alone.
It sounds like a death sentence, and for a Libran whose body cells are probably made to be with people, it really is.
She sighed. She’s getting used to it by now, she should be. Being alone. The trick is to always occupy oneself with happy thoughts and goals to reach so as not to contemplate the sickening thought of being alone. She looks down for a moment, and was horrified that her huge thighs will bring her to the brink of depression, if nothing else.
Her cellphone rang as she was turning to the wide road where the small naked figure of a man at the far end of the road signifies the entrance to her old university. Big flowers lined up the island on her left, and the jeepneys are rushing past her or making unwarranted stops in the middle of the road.
“Yeah,” she answered the phone with one hand, while steering the wheel with the other, at the same time also checking her appearance in the mirror, feeling as if the person on the other line can see what she looks like.
“Where are you? We’ve been waiting for you. Our whole gang is here. Even Stan! This reunion is going to be a blast!” the caller said with a contagiously excited voice.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there in …uh, five minutes?” she’s getting near the building and after parking, she’ll be facing everybody.
“Okay, okay. Just be here already, will you?” then he hung up.
Go figure. He’s probably too excited mingling with their former classmates, showing off his new looks. He knows that he looks like a celebrity and flaunts it. She smothers a laugh because he’ll keep on denying that it’s flaunting. He’s shy, he’ll say. Shy, my ass, she thought, Jass makes her look shy by comparison.
Spotting a parking space, she quickly pulled over and parked the car. After turning off the engine, she took a deep breath. Quickly gathering her things, checking herself in the mirror for the nth time, she took several deep breaths and opened her car door.
She’s already locking her car door and putting her keys in her bag when she heard that familiar voice. That distinctly familiar hoarse voice that could only belong to one person.
“Hello, Elaine.”
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That's it. Told you I like scenes. Hopefully I can write the encounter scene next...but hey, I think I'll go back to writing drabbles of pervy scenes playing over and over in my head. That has a nicer ring to it.
For someone like you, being alone is far from reality. You can never be alone. What with someone who is clever, amusing AND attractive (not to mention a fashionista ;-)), someone will always be by your side.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm...parang kilala ko kung sino yang may hoarse voice na yan. hee hee =)