Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila
28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil.
p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com
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Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005 written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila 28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil. p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com |
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tw2. thr3e. 4our. 5ive. 6ix. 7even. 1ne.
My eyes on the clock hanging at the opposite wall… It’s already
three in the morning…
His arms wrapped around me… his face buried at my back… we were still both naked… which doesn’t help to cool me down… damn was this summer nasty… yet he sleeps like a baby…
And
damn was that one good shag…!
I tried to move… free myself from his embrace… he groaned…
tighten his grip on me…
I have to go home!!!
Well, there was no way would I be able to sleep…not in someone
else’s bed, not with someone else in the bed… and most of the times
not even with someone else in the bedroom! Why, when Mike and I were
sharing a room, the slightest movement in the room would wake me up! I was
in Stilnox most of the nights!
What was his name again…?
What
the hell… I again tried to get his arms off me…
“Where are you going?”
“Home…?”
I said in slight irritation.
“It’s
so late already,” he said his eyes half open, “Just go in the
morning…”
“I
can’t…”
“Why
not…?”
“I
just can’t…”
No one should… what? You think you’d still look fabulous in the
morning? And even if you have with you your fabulous making tools, would
you be able to wake up
No, not this early… too much reality, too soon…
“I have to go home…” I insisted.
“Okay…”
he said, reclining himself up, “I’ll drive you home…”
“I
could take a cab…”
“No…
I will drive you home…”
I just went on fixing myself… I’m still not solved to the idea
of him driving me home…
He just dawn some shorts and a t-shirt.
“Ready to go…”
“You
really don’t have to drive me home… I could take care of myself…”
“One,
mahirap makakuha ng taxi dito sa loob ng village, you have to walk all the
way up the entrance… second, I’m up already, I might as well drive you
home…”
I
kept quiet.
And I kept silent as we were in the car.
“Sleepy?”
he asked
I
nodded hoping he’d leave me alone.
“Why
don’t we have coffee muna… Eastwood?”
“No…”
I said
Nick
works at Eastwood.
“Thank you…” I added, “I just want to go home…”
“Okay…”
“Hey,
I don’t have your number yet…” he said.
“I
know…” I answered.
“Well…
don’t you want to give it to me…”
“Why?”
“So,
I could call you…”
Faintly, I laughed… amused… Surely, he wasn’t serious…
Surely, he know we were way pass trying to be polite…
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Let
me give you a hint, did I even ask for your name?”
“Francis…
Lexan Orantes, my name is Francis Villamor…”
“Okay
Francis, you no longer need to be polite…” I said, “let’s just
call this what this really is…”
“And
may I ask you what this is?”
“A
one night stand…?”
He
laughed and the laughed went to something like when you get to watch
“Three Stooges”.
“What?”
“Nothing…”
he said controlling his laugh.
I
want to beat the crap out of him but then… it’s three o’clock in the
morning.
“Right there at the corner street, at that old gate…” I said
pointing out to him.
He
parked.
“Thank
you…” I said then opened the door.
“Hey
listen,” he called up before I get to slam the door, “Me and my
friends are going out tonight… Saturday night… Malate?”
“Enjoy
yourself…?” I said not sure why he was telling me.
“I’ll
pick you up by ten,” he said, it was a statement not a question.
“No.”
I said.
“Yes,” he then pulled the door close on my face and went off. |
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