Almost Is Never Enough (Irene x Greggy)

Odd sentiments.

From Greg's Point Of View.

After a few minutes, I wasn't sure if I'll scoot them, that urge gives rise to me wanting to do it so I began to move to look for them, "Irene..." My voice was trembling after I reached them.

They are waiting for a cab, she turned her head and began to utter something, "O-oh, why, did you miss something?"

I gulped hard struggling to find the right word to describe what was my intention why I hustled them, "H-hatid ko kayo??" I shyly voiced.

"You don't have chaperones, drivers, It's not safe for both of you to hop on a regular cab..." I concluded.

She squinted her gapes for a time, "are you out of your sanity? You can't do that. Bong is still mad at you, It's okay." She mumbled awkwardly.

I kept thinking about what possible reason I could do to plead with her, "E-eh...I'm not going to cross the line, promise."

She's scratching her head in ruffled she even simply swiveled her eyes, "stop being annoying, Gregorio." She shakes her head while clicking her tongue.

I pouted thinking that I just got rejected by her,   "Right, I guess I'll go ahead... You were calling me by my name already." I muttered hinting at her.

She scowled and probably knows what I was trying to imply, "and now you were trying to make me feel bad about it." She lightly hit me.

I was chuckling while she smacked me, "Uy! I didn't mean that way ah, I was just trying to make it up to you." I winked. 

Suddenly, Miggy began to speak, "Mommy, Tito's right, he could accompany us home."

She sighed, "Okay, okay!  Fine... Kulit ninyong mag-ama, manang mana sa'yo 'tong anak mo!" She whispered as she point her finger at our son who is smiling the whole time.

I didn't expect she'll brush my face playfully, "I'll make it up on you, psh!" She mocked.

"Shall we?" We both tried to hide our smiles from each other and to hide her squeal she strode first, I saw her tilt her head, "Stop smiling, Irene. Even if I was behind you, I can notice that you were still got mesmerized by my charms."

Her nostrils flared, "Ew, In your dreams!" She rolled her eyes and continuously stroll with Miggy.

I opened the door for Miggy but I wasn't expecting that Irene would hop in there, "Irene, why would seat there, I'll look like your driver..." I disputed.

She was fixing her dress and not hearing me, "Irene?" I slightly tone my voice up.

She was horrified at her seat, "My God! What is wrong with you?" She shrieks.

"Sorry, you were not paying attention to me that's why I had to tone it up." I worried, "aren't we taking off?" She changes, "Yes, but can you sit here...beside me?" I stammered, "Why? Ugh, let's go na, I'm sleepy." 

I was trying not to be on the blaze, "Sit here beside me, It looks like I'm your driver, Irene." I pinpointed.

"You're. Isn't it? You insisted to drive us home, I guess, there is nothing wrong with that. Don't be maarte, just drive."

To think that I'm willing to forfeit my tolerance with her attitude and drag her somewhere but I recognize that we're with Miggy and I respect her as a woman herself, strode half of my body inside and gazed at her face, she didn't foresee that "What are you doing?!" She was a bit startled, I chuckled, "Do I have to clutch you out of your seat just to obey me?" we're presently dealing hotpants. "Get off me!" She ordered not wanting to be heard on out of our son.