Destrás de Las Cámara: Mi Vida Desordenada

12

"Hello, Philippines."

I mumbled under my breath the moment I stepped foot out of the plane. This is a much needed break, nothing happened in the past few months except shootings, assassinations, attempted murders, and getting my friends in danger. Moments like this make me think about the choice I made and how it affects my life right now. 

I went down and met Laura who was waiting patiently for me to get down. 

"You okay?"

"I'm good," I smiled at her, thanking her for asking. 

"Well, I'm not."

"Why?"

"It's so fucking hot!"

I laughed at her answer. Yeah, in the Philippines, it's like you're in hell but you'll see people drinking coffee or tea, wearing hoodies and any kind of long sleeved tops.  Filipinos be crazy. I sighed.

"Let's go but before we go to my place, let's grab something to eat first," I told her while dragging my suitcase.

We walked outside of the airport, hailed a cab, and went to my favorite restaurant. Laura even whined because she wanted to go to her favorite restaurant but then she let me be since I don't really get to come to Philippines that often. After we ate, we headed to my house immediately.

"I wanna sleep, babe," Laura whined again. "Fix your goddamn things, Laura, or else," I threatened her and she went back to fixing her things immediately because she knows what will happen if she doesn't. She knows I dislike messy things.

After fixing my stuff, putting my clothes into my wardrobe and sorting them out.

"I'll go out for a bit, Laur, I'll be back later. I need fresh air," I told her and went out without hearing her answer because I know she'll stop me, it's dangerous after all. Dangerous for me, but I don't care. I don't wanna be stuck in a house, unable to go out just because they're scared of me getting hurt. I get that they care for me but I can take care of myself since that's what I've been doing for the last few years.

I walked away from the house, as far as I can remember, there's a playground around here. My house is just around our old house from my childhood. The reason they still don't know that I have a place here is that we don't live here anymore, ever since they told me I have to be a part of our family's legacy blah blah blah, all this and all that, pure bullshit.

My feet took me to this playground for familiarity reasons that I don't even know. It just feels nostalgic even though I don't remember enjoying myself here.

It just feels homey.

I sat at one of the swings, swaying myself gently, feeling the breeze of the wind.

The wind isn't hot anymore because it's nearing dusk.

I just looked at my surroundings, remembering my childhood, all the memories and my friends.

"Hey."
I turned to where the voice came from. It was a girl. A beautiful girl. Gorgeous. Pretty. Attractive. Lavishing. Cute.

"Uh, h-hey...?"

Fuck, why did I stutter? I'm not like that.

Damn, I'm so captivated by her beauty.

"You alone?" I nodded, "Mind if I sit beside you? I mean, here in this swing," she chuckled.

Even that sounds sexy.

"Yeah sure, go ahead," I smiled at her and she smiled back.

My heart is melting. Oh my gosh. Am I crushing on her? I hope not, I can't be in a relationship right now.