Written In The Stars ☑️

CHAPTER 3

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"Ma, my friends will be coming over this weekend."

"Friends?"

"The ones I met online." Mew said with a smile.

"Oh, that cooking community you joined. Great! I can finally meet them," Mama Azon said smiling. "It's been a long time since we had guests."

I wanted to make a face while chewing my food. We were having dinner. Mew already told me about it days ago. He seemed eager and excited to meet these so-called friends of his so when he asked me if it was okay, I couldn't say no. At least he asked for my opinion.

"I'll let them cook for us and clean the house, Ma. Don't stress yourself anymore," Mew added and chuckled.

Mama Azon chuckled too. "Silly boy." Then she turned to me. "Gulf. Behave, okay?"

I made a face. "Ma, why would you suddenly ask me that?" I sulked.

"Because you hate it. I know."

Opps.

"Don't worry, Ma. He'll be in his best behavior," Mew said and winked at me.

I almost spit out the food I'm chewing when I saw that wink.

Mew just grinned boyishly and continued eating.

Weekend came and so did Mew's friends, Amanda and Owen. Owen was a bubbly guy, probably around Mew's age. He talked a lot and I can tell mom liked him already. Amanda, on the other hand, was a tall and slender beauty that my eyes got glued to her unconsciously for a second. She even walked like a model.

Is she really a member of that online cooking community? Impossible. She could be the next Miss Universe if she wanted to.

Mom and I were preparing dinner in the kitchen but I tried my best to eavesdrop on them in the living room. Why not? They were laughing, well, Owen was the loudest. Amanda shared about her recent trip to Japan, or was it Korea? Owen had the best reactions like 'oh really?' 'wow' 'nice', etc. I didn't hear a single word from Mew at all. I secretly grinned. I didn't know why it made me very happy. Amanda was gorgeous and all but certainly not Mew's type.

Mew likes... he likes...

Wait, what exactly is Mew's type anyway?

I shook my head. Whatever. She's not his type. Definitely not. Plain and simple.

The living room suddenly became silent. I got curious. I excused myself for a moment and peeked through the doorway. Owen wasn't there with them. Where is that guy? Did he go to the washroom? I suddenly felt my stress hormones rising when I saw Amanda lean on Mew and whispered on his ear. I grimaced at the way she was holding his arm while giggling.

Get your hands off him!

I wanted to run towards them and pull her long black hair. But I couldn't. She's a guest. Mew will definitely get mad at me if I did. With one last glare and a deep breath, I went back to helping mom. My emotions got the best of me as my mind flooded with crazy thoughts of them being all mushy in the living room. I didn't like it.

After preparing dinner, I told mom I wasn't feeling well. I didn't want to eat dinner with them. I didn't want to see Amanda and Mew together. Their closeness was making me uncomfortable.

I brought a tray of food and told mom I'll eat in my bedroom. Thank goodness they didn't notice me when I sneakily and quietly walked up the stairs. Once I got inside my bedroom, I locked the door immediately and settled the tray on my bedside table. I didn't eat. I lost my appetite. I lay myself in bed and covered my face with a blanket. I closed my eyes. However, I can still see Amanda and Mew's smiling faces. I wanted to pull my hair and cry in frustration. What the fuck?