drabbles ; thirbea

xvii. sleepyhead

"beiii.." thirdy started to whine through the call.

"beaaatrizzz." he called again.

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"why do you always think it's nice to sleep on me during calls?" he muttered to himself, still on facetime with his girlfriend.

bea, on the other hand, had her phone on her nightstand. lying on her left with her blanket covering the lower half of her face– eyes closed.

"bea.. beaaa.." he sighed. "you look so cute sleeping.."

"you know i miss you, right? every damn day. how i wish i could just be there with you, cuddling you to sleep and talking about all the things we'd do together 'til we get old and wrinkly." thirdy continued rambling, oblivious to the small smile bea had on her lips.

"kung pwede lang ako araw araw umuwi." he uttered again, "but then again, kailangan ko mag ipon para sa basketball team natin. not to mention the house we'll eventually live in."

"i'll buy you a ring pa. and don't get me started with the wedding preparations. of course i can't get married to you without it being at least worth a million." he said in exasperation.

bea, still letting thirdy ramble whatever, just chuckled inwardly. i didn't know he was this talkative even when he thinks im asleep.

after a few seconds of silence, to which she thought the guy must've dropped the call already, she suddenly heard him laugh on the other line.

"why am i even talking to myself.." he mused. "but i guess it's still better than not having to see and talk to you kahit sa call lang."

she could sense longing in his voice.

"anyway, you looked so pretty today. not that you don't look pretty everyday. i think there's just something about you wearing my shirt, looking so domestic and being on call with me for more than 3 hours that i, once again, genuinely realized how pretty you are." she could hear the shuffling of sheets, maybe thirdy was now lying on his back.

"am i obsessed? is this even okay?" he sighed.

"i hope you can see yourself through my eyes, bei. you always look so beautiful everyday."

god why is he so cheesy! bea can't help but squeal inside.

so many butterflies filled her stomach and she can feel her whole being tingle.

"i love you, thirds.. always." she mumbled through her sheets, while slowly (and truly) drifting off to sleep.

and before she fell deep into her slumber, she just heard thirdy click his tongue.

"i love you too, sleepyhead. always."

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