Airplanes and Airports

Chapter 5

The trip to Tagaytay - where my grandparents live - was kind of chill lang. King was driving; the radio was on and we were listening to his playlist. Since my brother is kind of chill lang when it comes to his music, we were listening to Maroon 5's Goodnight, Goodnight. Sometimes, I wonder if my brother really is straight. Compared to other guys who listen to metal rock and other "manly" genre, he opts to listen to chill music.

"Kuya," I started "do you like Maroon 5 that much?"

Pang 5th song na ata to ng Maroon 5 na nagplay. I couldn't help but ask him na.

"Uhh, oo? What? Cool kaya ng voice ni Adam Levine.", he answered then continued singing along with Adam.

I sighed and chuckled. "I don't have anything against Adam Levine - I adore him and his body, after all - but... it's just unusual sa guys na super love nila ang Maroon 5 eh."

"Ay nako, Izzy", he laughed, "if you're thinking that I'm gay... I'll tell you, I'm not."

"Hala! Bakit ka defensive? I din't say naman na gay ka ah? Who said something about being gay? Hala.", I teased.

"Hindi naman ako defensive. Grabe. Pero, if you meet my friends - other friends for that matter - you'd say na... they're gay-er than I."

Si Tyrone pa lang kasi ung na-meet ko sa circle of friends ni Kuya - ung friends nya sa Manila. So, if he says na his friends are much gayer than him, gay si Tyrone? That can't be. How can someone as handsome as him be gay? I don't have anything against gay people. But if Tyrone's gay... pano na lang yung mga girls?

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the giving up is the hardest part. I am not in love, I am grieving. I haven't stopped and I don't know if I ever will. I am grieving for two people. For him and I. Nobody would never understand how I feel except, maybe, for King. It's kind of hard to simply give up the grief, because there's more than just moving on.

But you're gone. You're gone and I don't know what to do. You're gone. Gone.

"Sis," my brother nudged me. "Wake up. We're here."

I opened my eyes and realized that I fell asleep. I sighed and looked at the digital clock which read, 12:15PM. Saktong lunch time kami nakadating sa house nila Lola.

"Ang deep ng sleep mo ah? Jet lagged pa din?," he asked.

I removed the seat belt, "Ewan ko. I woke up earlier than you eh."

"Tara na nga. I can smell Lola's oh-so famous Kare-kare na eh.," he said.