GELO'S POV:
It's the first time that I don't have an idea of what to give Cleane for tonight and it's making my head hurt. I'm in Vistra Cleane Café and Resto, ground floor, occupying the table in front of the counter with Marcou, Zyrone and Xeian. I'm sitting with my arms crossed and I've been groaning because my mind won't function well.
I’ve been shaking it up a bit but it's like, I'm lost of creativity. Way to go smart brain.
When I need you the most, then you won't function. Drained with accounting subjects now, aye? Pero kailangan ko pa ring mag-isip ng bagay na ibibigay kay Cleane mamaya. But what? Argghhh.
"Problema niyan?" Marcou asks. Then he sips his juice.
"Baka nag- iisip kung papano ma-murderin si Kurt. Baka nagseselos na naman eh. Ayun si Kurt, kasama ulit ni Cleane," Zyrone answers him.
I still feel deaf despite their audible conversation.
"O baka dinedma ni Cleane nung nalaman niyang classmates pala sila noon ni Gelo," Xeian then laugh without a sound. As if hiding it from me. When in fact, I can see.
I just roll my eyes at them. And then I groan again.
"Ano ba talaga problema mo, pareng Gelo? Maybe we can help you. . . diba?" Xeian asks.
I sigh and drop the palm of my hands on the table before I answer, "Wala na 'kong maisip na ibigay kay Cleane. . . Nililigawan ko na kasi siya and it looks like, he literally have everything. Wala akong maisip na ibigay sa kanya 'pag magkita kami. . ." I say with a bored tone, then I retrieve my hand back to a crossed- arm as my back leans against the chair.
"Ahhh, tungkol nga kay Cleane," the three said in unison. Are these three telepathic to one another?
"Hindi ba nag- umpisa panliligaw mo sa kanya the first day of school? Yung binigyan mo siya ng iced milk?" Xeian asks.
"I want to count that," I answer.
"Kahit na nung reunion lang namin nagsimulang maging official panliligaw ko sa kanya," I continued.
They hum as they help me think.
"Iba talaga si pareng Gelo," Marcou expresses, "Pag tinamaan ka nga naman talaga ng palaso ni Kupido nuh. Naririnig ko na nga puso mo eh. 'Yan oh. . . Cleane-Cleane, Cleane-Cleane, Cleane-Cleane," he mimics the sound of a heart beat using Cleane's name. His hand at the side of his ear as if using it to magnify the sound coming from my chest.
They laugh as they do high- fives, supporting one another's teases, while I smirk.
I gotta be honest. If my heart does sound different, it would definitely be like that. "Sige na, sige na. . . Tulungan niyo na 'kong mag- isip."
"What if, mag rent ka ng yate tapos vacation kayo ng kayong dalawa lang? Pwede sa Boracay or sa Crystal Cove or sa Hinugtan Beach sa Buruanga," Zyrone suggests.
I kind of like his idea. But Marcou seems to disapprove, "Sa tingin niyo? Papayag si Cleane agad-agad? Baka matagalan pa bago siya pumayag eh may pasok pa tayo."
To think about it, Marcou's right. Maybe she won't. Or she will, if Kuya Abcdef will help me.
"Next time na lang siguro 'yung vacation. . . Kailangan ko pang magpaalam kay Kuya Abcdef kung papayag siya."
"Bakit kay Kuya Abcdef magpapaalam, pareng Gelo?" Xeian asks. "Diba si Cleane nililigawan mo?"
I sigh and then I smile at him. "Yes, Xeian. But I gotta ask permission first from him. Kung papayagan niya kami nina Cleane."
And he puckers his lower lip which means he understands it.
"Paano kung ipakain mo sa kanya ang iyong piiiinakamasarap, piiiiinakamalinamnam, at ubod ng bangong. . ." he cuts his own sentence.
I'm waiting, with my mind going green. The other two, surely thinks the same.
"Ano'ng masarap na bagay galing kay Gelo, pre?" Xeian asks. "Malaki ba 'yan?"
"Cupcakes," Marcou simply continues. That releases the smirk I've been trying to hide. "Diba? Ikaw mismo gagawa, mas special 'yun. Matitikman na din sa wakas ni Cleane ang pinaghirapan na sarap ni Gelo," Marcou suggests with hand gestures, so he could really feel what he is saying. Yet, there's a hint of desire as he speaks.
"I think I like the green version better, Marcou," I say while my eyes are half-closed and my lips smirking.
Honestly, I like the idea of cupcakes. I have never given Cleane that's personally made by me after I gave her a cupcake when we were in Kindergarten, and I think it's about time.
It will be like we're in Kindergarten all over again. I smile at Marcou and thank him whole-heartedly.
"Talino naman talaga ni Marcou. . . Naniniwala akong fastener talaga to ehh," Xeian lays his arm over Marcou’s shoulders while he's confused.
"Fastener?" Zyone asks.
"Oo. Fastener. Shortcut ng fast learner," Xeian answers.
Marcou and Zyrone just sit there with blank faces. They're unimpressed with the joke while I laugh at their childishness.
"Last mo na 'yan, pre ha. . . 'Pag ipinagpatuloy mo pa talaga 'yan, maghahanap ka na ng ibang kausap," Marcou threatens.
"Baka ipapaubaya ka na namin sa PDEA, pre," Zyrone adds.
"But I'm not into drugs, Zai," he says innocently.
"We know, Xed," answers Zyrone matapos niyang tumawa. "It was just a joke."
"Huh?" he still doesn't get it.
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