Textmate. (Darren Espanto Fanfic)

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A/N: Sana Hindi Sumakit coconut ko dito. I just woke up from a long nap. Pero dahil love ko kayo, here's the update :)

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"I don't think we should, though." I told Darren through the line. Kung Hindi text mates, call mates. Kung Hindi call mates, edi Skype mates! Social media never fails us to lose contact with each other.

THHAAANNKKK YOOOUUUU....

"Aw, why?" He asked. I sighed before I said, "I'm going to visit my half blood country in a week." I heard him sigh. "Lemme guess. China?" He asked.

"Mm-Hm. How'd you know?" I asked. "Like I said, I just guessed." He answered. Times like this will haunt me when I'm in China. Hopefully, people might've know Darren there.

I mean, c'mon. Who wouldn't?

"Why do you always leave me? Una, sa Philippines. Ngayon, sa Canada." Say what? "Sorry?" I asked him to repeat. "You forgot to speak in Tagalog again, huh?" Oh, shoot. He's right. Speaking of languages, I need to warm up myself with Chinese words.

Dudes, I'm not a linguist.

"Sorry." I said. "I'm gonna miss you. Another time zone will pull us apart." He said. He's right. So, this is what the girl in the music video: Jetlag (A/N: sorry, using my iPad, so no media stuff.) feels like. That song never gets old.

"Oh, wait. Dad woke up. I'll call you later." I said as I hang up. Yes, that's what we do to keep dad NOT to know I still have contact with him. Since he knew what Darren and Dylan did to me, like I said, we're going to visit my half blood country.

"G'morning, daddy." I say as I kiss him on his cheek. "G'morning, sweetheart."

"What time did you wake up?" He asked as he prepared himself some brewed coffee. I always liked the smell of brewed coffee. But I hate the taste of it.

"Around 5:30?" I said. I don't know the exact but I think that's it. "Why?" He asked and sat down with me. "I don't know. That's what my body do." But seriously, that's what my body do. When there's no classes, my body wakes up early.

But when there is, my body is lazier than a rock.

"Try making it a routine that your body does that when you have classes." He chuckled as he went to the living room. Ba't galaw ba ng galaw itong tatay ko?!

"JULIA!!!" I heard a familiar voice. It's not Darren. I can tell because it's a Canadian voice. Ooh.. Now, I know who is it. "DYLAN, WHAT THE?! ITS 5:59!" I shouted as I peeked through the window.

Why everybody's so serious? (A/N: Guess the song! I'm a great great fan of the singer.)
Acting so damn mysterious.

Like, look at Darren. He woke up at almost 4 am just for me. Now, look at Dylan. It seems like he's drunk or something.

I don't know. But now, I think I am the one who's acting so damn mysterious. Why is everybody so obsessed?! I can't buy them happiness. Well, maybe others but.. Eh. I don't think I-- okay, maybe I can.

But I don't buy. I just-- you know. URGH, this is just SOO hard to explain this! (A/N:You were singing the song while reading it's lyrics. Am I right? 😂)

"I'm sorry! I knew that you were going to China in about a week now." Try to deny, Julia. Deny, ny, ny. "Who told you so?!" I shouted. He looked down. "That's what's wrong with you, Dylan. You think you're always correct!" I said as I pull the curtains close.

I'm not ready to forgive him yet.
Ask me after 7 years.

"Too harsh, eh?" Dad reacted. I giggled a bit as I sit down carefully on the couch. Comfortable, yet squishy. It's a water couch. I mean-- okay, it's not. It just feels like one.

"I know." I said as I took my iPad and played 'MMM Fingers'. Try the game! Super addictive. But not as how I am addicted to..

Oh, Darren. Please, forgive me because I'm about to leave so soon.

STUPID SKY HOTEL.
Why were you even built?!

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A/N: it's not about the ____, _____, ______We don't need your _____, _____, ____. We just want to make the world dance. Forget about the __________s!