Abigail Evans x Bayani
A's POV:
I was at yogurtland on March 15, 2015 at exactly 3:41 pm. I was running late for my class, and the guy in front of me was hogging the topping bar. I politely tapped on his shoulder.
"Excuse me. I need the Nutella and you are blocking it."
"Oh, ok. No problem." He turned around and our eyes met. He had the most gorgeous green eyes and I felt squeamish as he stared at me.
"Oh, um... My name is Abigail. Abigail Evans." I reached out for his hand to shake it, and he smiled and shook my hand.
"Bayani. Jordan Bayani." He says with a smirk on his face.
"Whoa, you watch too much James Bond." I laughed. He was quirky and hilarious. Also really, really awkward.
"Haha, yeah. Blame that on my roommate, Will. He is actually sitting right over there." He points to a table in the left hand corner of the store. Will waves.
"Oh, cool. Well, this is my friend Charisma." I point to Charisma and she smiles and says hey. I literally forgot she was there.
W's POV:
Bayani introduces me to some girl. She was probably another one of his million woman-crushes. But when I saw her friend, I froze. I stood there with my mouth hanging open.
"Does he always look like that?" She asks.
"Oh, ahem..." I clear my throat and smile. "I'm Will." I briskly walk over and shake her hand. Crap, my hand is sweaty. Now she probably thinks I'm some kind of couch potato who has perspiration issues. I then realized I was still holding on. I awkwardly let go and chuckled.
"Heh. Sorry. I don't have perspiration issues, by the way."
She gives me a strange look. Dammit I am an idiot.
"That's Will for you. He gets like this when he likes someone." Bayani says. I shoot him a glare and he chuckles.
Oops, I rammed my chair into some old hag when I ran over to shake her hand. Now he is kind of dying on the floor. #commonbritproblems. I helped him up, then he says,
"You damn children are so clumsy. My wife out there, her name is Sis Bertha. She's got 4 medals in wrestling. She can beat you up." I turn to see a plump woman in a floral dress cracking her knuckles. Bayani and the girls are laughing their arses off. Crap, I made a bloody fool of myself.
C's POV:
Today Ab introduced me to some guy and his cutely awkward friend. Good thing I major in law, because from the looks of it, that kid was on the verge of needing a lawyer. He injured some oldie with a rather large wife who could press charges for liability. Good thing they don't know that.
W's POV (Next Day):
Oh, crap, I lost my phone. I think I baked it then swallowed it by mistake when I was baking that muffin basket for that hag I ran into yesterday. I still can't stop thinking about that girl. She makes my stomach turn, but then again that could just be the phone. I think I just felt a text in my stomach. I needed a doctor, and a psychologist. Stat.
"hey bro, what's up?" Bayani walked into the room.
"I think I ate my phone." I say.
"What the hell? How the heck do you eat a phone?" He asks, while laughing. Arse.
"I was baking. Note to self, buy a new, larger phone." I throw a pillow at him then run to the bathroom, with hopes that I could get this thing out of my system. I hope my warrantee covers this.
