"You got cheerleading practice today?" Jason asks.
"Yeah! We start today," Clara replies.
Clara has been a cheerleader since she was 6 years old. Her mom kind of forced her to join the cheerleading squad since her brother was in the peewee football league. She was never too passionate about it but she was very good at it. Her true passion? Art. She loved drawing, painting, pottery, you name it. But, her mom is really the only person who knows about her talents in art.
"Do you have football practice today?" Clara asks Jason.
"Yeah I do haha. Don't wanna go but... yaknow," Jason says reluctantly.
Jason has been a football player since he was 5 years old. His dad played football for the University of Michigan. Jason always had the natural talent for football. He was always the tallest, strongest kid in his peewee football league, but it was in middle school when he showed untapped potential as a quarterback. Though he's very good at football and he enjoys it very much, nothing fills his heart with more joy than making music. He sings, plays guitar, drums, piano... pure musical talent. But, his dad's really the only one who is aware of his hidden passion.
"Well, I guess we'll see each other out there then," Clara says.
Making a pouty face, Jason replies, "But I don't wanna go. It's cold." Clara giggles. "Oh the poor baby," she says.
The cool, fall breeze engulfs the two as they exit the freshman building and head towards the cafeteria. Clara, who is now regretting only wearing a loose t-shirt, shivers in response to the September wind. Jason notices, removes his sweater, and instructs Clara to put it on.
"Huh?" Clara says confused.
"Wear it," Jason replies.
"Oh no no, I'm okay haha."
"Just wear it. It's cold."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Thank you," Clara says smiling.
"No prob," Jason smiles back.
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Romancekundiman // tagalog // noun. : a traditional Filipino love song or serenade // kundiman - kung 'di man Jason and Clara: two friends, mixed signals, regret. Circumstances strike left and right, and the two seem to be destined to never be more than st...