Roomies [BoyXBoy]

Chapter 11: Got to be Honest

Kris' POV

I never knew how to use the public transportation in the Philippines because I was raised in Dubai. And to describe it with just one word, its horrible. I had to ask for directions from strangers, wait for a bus going to Cubao under the rain, keep my self still for almost two hours of bus ride with heavy traffic.

But why am I doing this again? I was able to brave my way and conquer the Philippines' public transportation for the sake of l..uhm friendship. The guilt is eating me alive and I knew i have to do something about it.

Thats why am in front of a gate of an exclusive subdivision waiting for the cab driver and the security guard verify things so that we can be let in. Shivering from the cold since I forgot my jacket in my haste to follow Matt, to make sure he's okay, safe and to fix whatever happened earlier.

My heart is racing like a humming bird flapping its wings when we were let in by the guards. I didnt know where to go, good thing the cab driver was able to ask for directions before we left the guardhouse. The place was nice as it was moderately filled by huge houses, mansions, there's a park, a clubhouse, basketball court. Mattie's family must be loaded since they can afford to stay in this kind of residence.

"Sir we're here." The cab driver brought me out of my thoughts as he parked in front of a huge house. I paid him and gave him a large tip since he's been so kind, different from taxi horror stories that I've heard before.

My heart is still racing as I got out of the vehicle. Its still raining and I can feel the grimy feeling of wet socks inside my shoes and I cant help but shiver as the wind struck my drenched body. I walked going to the gated house but hesitated to ring the bell.

What am i supposed to tell him? That I'm here to bring his phone? Lame. That can wait. Should I tell him that I was worried. I dont want him to read between the lines and read it incorrectly. I'm not sure why I feel this way about him but I dont want to lead him on. I know he likes me, but i dont want him to think that I reciprocate his feelings. Not that I'm being ajerk about it, but I'm not even acknowledging anything. No, not yet.

After a few minutes of internal deliberation, i reached for the doorbell with shaking fingers from the cold and from what I feel inside.

The bell chimed and after a few minutes the gate was opened by a guy. He looked like Matt but a few years older.

"Hi. Come in. You must be Kris." He said.

"Y-yeah." I"m not gonna admit that I feel shy meeting Matt's family. I blame the stutter from the cold weather.

"Man you're drenched. Come in and get out of those wet clothes. You'll catch a cold. I'm Max. Matt's brother." He said as he opened the door leading inside their house.

It was huge and very cozy. The receiving area alone can fit in an entire class. The spiral staircase on the right must lead to the bedrooms upstairs. I live in a big house back in Dubai but the difference is that I live in a house, Matt lives in his home. A sudden feeling of sadness crash like tidal waves over me. But I refused to acknowledge it. I shook my head believing that it will go away if I do that.

"You can use one of the guest rooms upstairs. Follow me. Get out of that clothes then I will prepare something hot for you." Max said.

He lead me to the stair case going to the guest rooms. The walls of the house are full of family pictures, a walk along the corridors and the stairs will give you a glimpse about the family's history and background. You will see how happy they are. You can actually feel the love and the bond that keeps them together. Something that I dont have. Ughhh. Why do I have to think about things like this?