[above image is Jake played by Andrew Garfield]
Dearest Anne,
Forgive me for hiding my identity from you. I am sorry but I am not yet ready to face confessions. I talked to this guy named Jake to givee this letter to you... and I just want to say you are so beautiful today. By this time you have read this, wondering who I am... well, dear do not worry, I will confess to you soon. Anyways, good night for now.
Love,
Eros
" Wait, an admirer with a love letter? Whoa— is this serious?!" North exclaimed.
He's exaggerating it.
" He's not my boyfriend! Don't give that look !!!" I defended myself.
There was silence.
"Fine. " he surrendered and walked to the door.
"But you know—-"
"Yeah. I know! Go shoo." I said interrupting .
He went away. I checked if he's gone then I quickly get my phone and googled Eros . Yes, I'm a bit interested well, who wouldn't be? Guys sending love letters in 21st Century?? That's so cools and sweet! So I typed and the results was... Greek mythology... means.. God of Love. I see so it's a code name. I thought it his real name. I wonder—-
*phone rings*
1 message:
Don't ever think of replying to his letter. -North
This guy... he's not my real brother but he acts like one, but now he's acting like a father or .. whatever. I well I call big brother because of the age gap. He's a year older than me. He never said anything about him. I do not know anything about him but I'm happy he's here. And, I would be alone in this house if he's not here anyway. Mom's gone, Dad's living in Fiji with his new family, abd I'm the abandoned one. How lonely of me without North? But even though they left, I don't feel like it's saddening in my part. I mean I'm alright.
"North I need you here." I replied in his text.
"Y?" He asked.
"HELP!!!!!!!!" This might work.
a few seconds later ...
"What happen?!" he asked worriedly. Ha- ha-
"Come beside me! Hurry!" I shouted.
"What now Anne...." He said and sat at the corner of my bed.
"Nothing. I want to ask you many questions... so you'll be here for quite some time. You should lie down with me" I said and give him the best smile. Of course I ought to ask him so many personal questions.
"That's all?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied and he lied with me. So I faced him, hugged him, in a sense that we are lying down... he sighed, and faced me. We starred at each other... there was silence and he touched my hair ... still starring at me.
"You know, you should never invite me here again." He said, switching his stares at my lips and back to my eyes. I feel so comfortable like the bed feels so warm when he's here.
"North ...why is that your name?" I asked curiously and pinching his cheeks.
"I won't tell if you keep on pinching me." He said.
"Fine." So I stop.
"North. It's a direction which is up there." He said. Well, that's obvious.
"That's it?" I asked.
"Yeah. For more information, ask my mom." He said and turn. And now I'm facing he's back.
"Come on. Don't turn your back from me ..." I said and hugged him from the back ... I just love to feel his warmness... it feels so comfortable. And I felt his hand holding mine.
"You see, this is what I told you. Never invite me here again." He said that, turned to face me, wrapped me in his arms. We're so close ... too close, an inch of distance from our noses. He looked at me in the eyes and switched looking at my lips. Wait, is he going to kiss me? His stares came back to my eyes... and he ... smirked.
"Tell me about you." I asked.
"I can't. I'm not good at saying something." He said. I pouted, showing my dismay.
"But ... I can show you." He said and kissed me.
The kissing felt like it's never going to end and I felt like responding to it too. I don't know. He moved his kisses to my ears... and he whispered,
"You shouldn't have invited me."
I heard. But I continued, kissing him... in his neck and he did too. Slowly, removed each other's clothes. Moving his kisses down. And I stopped kissing him. He took my breath away. He kissing down low. Forgetting all the consciousness to the world.
BINABASA MO ANG
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