Seasons

Early Morning Saga

Anntonia's POV:

I rushed toward the wall beside my closet, not to hit my arm, but to hit my head.

I woke up to the heavy feeling of escaping a very bad dream. It was too scary. I was heaving, sweating, and felt like my breathing was on hold.

I was too frustrated. I stared at the wall and tried to recall everything I could remember. When I heard her voice saying she wanted to talk about us, I covered my face with the pillow I was hugging and screamed my fears aloud.

It feels so true. It was scary because I came to this point where I had a dream where I was her, seeing everything from her point of view. I don't know the meaning behind it, but I wish it was just a normal bad dream caused by fatigue.

After all, it's also impossible that she knows I have feelings for her, right?

Michelle shouldn't know. I don't want things to change just because it might disappoint her if she knew that I've been hiding these feelings. I don't want to seem dishonest and secretive, but this is the only way to ensure I won't lose her.

Too unfair, wasn't it?

I shut my eyes and covered them with my hand.

"Oh, why are you in that position? You'll have back pains."

I quickly stood up when I heard her voice. "Hi."

"Hello, Antonia. Want some coffee?"

"Ah... later. What time is it?"

"It's 4 a.m. You woke up earlier but were lucky enough to be brought back to sleep," she said, sipping her coffee.

I gripped my blanket as I stared at her. She's sitting there looking so normal while I am being tortured inside by my own dream.

"How about you? Did you even sleep?"

She smiled bitterly but immediately hid it by drinking her coffee. "No. This isn't my room, eh."

"So?"

"I do feel like I should have the permission of any of you before I do."

"Huh? You didn't sleep because I did not tell you to do so?"

"Yes."

"What are you? A robot?"

"I'll take that."

I sighed in disbelief and stayed silent. Well, I actually understand. Knowing Michelle, there are situations that she'd rather wait forever for permission rather than act without a specific go-signal.

But it doesn't make sense. She can sleep on the sofa, in Miss Laos's bed, or here beside me. It's not like we weren't close enough to be lying together on just one bed.

I wanted to curse at myself when I felt like I was smiling at the thought. Not to help that I was looking at Michelle while thinking that. She happened to look at me too, so she raised her eyebrow, clueless about why I gave her such a reaction.

"I have to go after this pala. I still have to pre—"

I rushed and invaded her space, stuffing my face at her neck as I mumbled, "Nooo."

"Stop. It is ticklish."

I ignored her and pulled her closer to me. I heard a small noise on the table, indicating that she put down her cup of coffee.

I suddenly felt shivers when her hand unintentionally traveled my hip going up to my waist.

Goodness gracious. This is too much to handle in the morning.

"That is ticklish," I stressed out. Geez. She really is competitive in everything, even if she has no idea that she's surpassing me in my own game.

"This is more ticklish," she said and started tickling my stomach. The room was filled with my laughter. I gripped her shirt and tried to hit her chest but also had the chance to block my attacks and continue tickling me.

"Stop! You just want to touch my abs!"

She suddenly stopped and stood in front of me while I was sitting, well, partially lying down, so I had to look up at her. Her hands were on her waist, and she stood there like an Asian mom.

My mouth parted when she lifted her shirt and pointed to her toned abs. "I have mine. I only want to touch mine. You know, proof of hard work?"

This is not what I'm supposed to be seeing at this time. The sun wasn't even completely up, and I feel like I already lost all my available strength in my body.

I clenched my fist, trying to compose myself because who would even recover quickly if someone as fine as her just shows you one of the most attractive parts of her body.

I want to cry. She's making me suffer in every different way, you know what I'm saying?

"That was not appropriate to do, Miss Philippines," I said, trying to conceal my panic.

"What did I do?" She took the seat in front and sipped on her coffee while looking at me.

"Now you're acting so innocent?" I said, unable to control the unintentional pitching of my voice.

"Okay, I'm sorry. That was actually quite inappropriate to do."

"No—"

"Your mind keeps on changing, Porsild."

I just scoffed and kicked her feet under the table and stood up.

"Gotta shower. Can't be late in the final rehearsal."

"Can I leave already? I need to prepare for it too."

"No, stay here," I playfully said.

"Anntonia clingy era."

She said and finished her food even before I stepped into the bathroom. I watched her as she cleaned up the table she occupied and even fixed my own bed.

"I'll get going," she said and was preparing herself to leave.

I just nodded and watched her leave the room. As she stepped out, she slowly closed the door and gave me one last look before it was entirely closed.

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A/N:
Antok na aq huhu pagpasensyahan niyo na 😓