Just friends

Yes or no

"I want to party." I blurted out.

He looked a little apprehensive.

"Why?" He asked.

"Why not?" I asked him.

He pout a little, it made me secretly smile.

"Do they have bars here?" I asked again.

"Do you really want to go?" He sounded uninterested.

"I can go alone, if you want to rest here for a while." I told him.

I need a distraction from my thoughts, I need that adrenaline rush inside the bar.

Where I dont need to think of anything.

"That's not what I mean." He said.

I stood up.

"I think, I'll go first." I told him.

He frowned.

"Why do we need to seperate?" He said.

"We'll I want to buy some clothes... you know" i look at myslef, ang gave him a weak smile.

His face changed from irritated and slowly turned to a smile.

"You look perfect, whatever you wear." He said.

Pucha. Nalaglag ung puso ko.

"Liar." I said, turned around and secretly smiled.

He pat my head, and went closer to my ears and whispered to me...

"I dont lie. Especially about my feelings" he said, and held my hands.

We walked outside, like a real couple would look like.

We went to the mal and bought a week worth of clothes, good thing I never forget my cards and cash.

Although I wonder, my phone has been dead 3 days straight now. I hope their are all okay.

He was so patient in waiting for me while I pick out some clothes.

And was very specific on what's good and not.

"So are we finished?" He asked.

"Last stop." I said and winked at him. I pulled him in a swimsuit shop.

"Ow... okay..." he said.

"Can you help me decide? I'll pick out 5 swim suit and you pick out 5 swim suit, let's see. Who has the best taste."

"Game" he said.

We split and picked out the swim suit.

I wasn't the girl who likes to wear this stuff, and my close friend did not like the beach as well.

He was always very protective of me.

One of the reasons why I misinterpret.

After 30 mins, we met near the changing room.

To my surprise he has 4 rash guards on hand, and 1 pair of yellow swim suit.

He looked at me, and my 5 bikini choices.

"Seriously!?!" We both said.

We both laughed when we both said the same thing.

"There is no way you'll go swimming in THAT." He said. He looks frustrated.

"Let me try first" i said.

1st try.

"Hey open up, I want to see."

"I cant. Im not..."

"If you cant show it to me, how do u expect to show it to the hundreds of people outside.

He has a point. I took a deep breath.

"Ok. Fine." I opened the door.

I saw his eyes lit up. And he's jaw slightly fell. For a second, i saw something in his eyes... something that makes my heart beats faster.

"So?"

"No."

"But, you seem to like it!" I said.

"I did not say that." He said.

"Well, do you think I look bad in it?" I asked.

He looked away.

I took a deep breath.

After 6th swim suit, both of us are starting to get mad.

He doesn't like any of the swimsuit I wore. Is it because I dont have a sexy body? Is it because I am not pretty?

After 7th swim suit.

"No." He said, he was annoyed.

"Why you dont like it!" I was pretty mad already.

"I did not say that." He said.

"Whatever." I storm out inside the changing room.

I feel so ashamed of my body. I never felt so insecure... I wanted to be pretty here, to feel that I am the most beautiful girl on this island even just for one person. But, i guess that's impossible.

I wore my normal clothes, and step outside the changing room.

"Where are you going? We are not yet finish" he said.

"I dont care anymore" i storm out of the shop.

"Hey! What's wrong? Did i do something wrong!" He was mad as well.

"No! Its not your fault! IT'S MY FAULT! I just want to look beautiful and appelaing for you, and I cant do it. I am SORRY IF I DONT FIT THE PERFECT SEXY BEACH GIRL" I walk out again.

"What?" He was confused.

"Nevermind. I dont want to talk about it anymore."

"What are you talking about? Your perfect."

"Whatever. Perfect. So perfect that none of the swimsuits i wore, doesn't look good on me."

"I did not say that!" He said.

"Whatever"

"It's not that you dont look good in any of it. It's..." he took a deep breath.

"You look too good. I dont like other guys looking at you. I dont need more competition." He said.

"What competition? Are you daydreaming?"

"Are you really that oblivious?" He said.

"I dont understand you" I said.

I honestly understand what he's saying, but I dont understand why he's doing this.

"I dont understand myself anymore as well." He said, guilty.