xvi. for you, my dearest bestfriend

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Sebastian's Ice Cream

“Dito rin pala papunta crush mo, Jah,” I poked Justin in the shoulder, making him gaze at the parlor's entrance where I saw his crush with her friends passed by.

Despite his attention on his phone, he shot a short glance towards them before mumbling quietly, “Kanina ko pa naman kasama crush ko.”

“Kung sabagay same school nga pala kayo 'no,” I chuckled. “Paano naman kami ng crush ko, magkaibang school.”

He must have been thinking about Daniel Peralta because he looked up from his phone, his lips turned downward, and his expression crinkled as if I had uttered something repulsive.

“Edi lumipat ka ng school,” he remarked sarcastically.

Offended, but not really offended, I jokingly gasped. “Ang sungit mo naman today, Jah. Meron ka ba?”

In response, he simply resumed looking through his phone while eating his ice cream, which made me got the impression that he was simply answering me because he had to. Now I'm feeling bad since I barged into his campus when he probably just wanted a calm and tranquil afternoon. Also realizing he's been working all week with his thesis while being a trainee, it must be exhausting, and I'm here rambling about his crush and that Daniel guy when I should be letting him relax a little.

I should stop teasing him.

After a while, Justin eventually put his phone down, and we ate our ice cream in a comfortable silence. As silent as it has to, and he wants it to be, I'm fine with it, cause sometimes a quiet surrounding isn't really that bad as long as you're spending it with your friend who wants to get away from the stress of life together… with an ice cream and company.

But not until he initially asked, “Where do you want to go after, Kie?”

“Oh… I don't know…” I attempted to think of something, but decided to let him pick. “Where do you want to go next?”

“Timezone!” he quickly answered and grinned. “Tagal na rin natin hindi nagta-timezone e. May utang pa akong rematch sa Cruis'n Blast sa'yo 'di ba? Kasi lagi kang natatalo… ano game ba?”

I nodded, enthusiastically. “Let's do that rematch then! Tatalunin na kita, Jah, mark my words!”

He shrugged, nonchalantly. “Go lang, Kie, kung kaya mo 'kong talunin.”

“Oh, I will, Jah,” I promised. “Ano pala gagawin ng talo? Dapat may gagawin para exciting,” I suggested. “How about… ang matalo ay... aamin sa crush nila?” Sabi ko nga hindi ko na siya aasarin e.

“Wow, ang tapang. Kaya mo ba, Kie?”

“Oo naman, ikaw ba?” I challenged.

That just came to mind, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to confess to my crush. I don't want to make the first move, since rejection is the most terrifying thing I don't want to experience. On the other hand, though, I only have crushes on international artists and singers, none here in the Philippines that Justin is aware of, so how am I supposed to confess anyway? It's for him.

“Okay, deal,” he decided after some time, then repeated the deal. “Ang matatalo ay aamin sa crush.”

That was quick. I didn't even think he'd agree, but he did. But why, instead of being feeling happy that he would finally confess to his crush—Marlene and finally make the first move, I just found myself feeling… disappointed? Nervous? Why would I feel all that at the same time? It has to be nothing. Yes, it's nothing, Kiera.

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