Chapter 3 - E-lationship

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As we walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change between Roman and me. Maybe it was time to give him a chance after all. Girl, you're literally thinking of doing that right now? Consi, I love you dearly, but please, shut up. As that thought came into my mind, I wondered all the possible memories and experiences Roman and I could do together, making me squeal like a little girl at the thought.

It was a rainy Saturday at the McKinley house, and everybody was just in the living room playing games with each other because the McKinley family values quality time more than anyone can ever imagine. Mom and I love to cook, so we were cooking pasta based meals because it's a tradition to eat pasta based meals on weekends at McKinley's. Just as I finished washing all the pots and pans that I used beforehand, my phone played its usual ringtone of my voice in a baby voice, saying "You've got a call" over and over until I answered it. Yes, it's how childish I can be. I picked it up after seeing my best friend's name. I already know what Elaina wants whenever she calls me on weekends: to eat with us since it's pasta day every weekend at our house.

"Hey girl! So, what are you up to for today's video?, she said in a sassy voice.

"Mm, hmm," I hummed, replying to her with the phone in my hand and an unamused face, knowing what she already wants.

"So, how's your weekend? I was actually wondering if I could," she said.

"Come over and have a taste of mom's pasta recipes, am I right?, I said, cutting her sentence.

"Hey, how'd you know I was going to ask that?" she said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Ughh, you know mom doesn't start Pasta Weekend without your stomach helping us finish up all the excess. So stop dilly dalling and just come over.".

I dropped the call, and not even 15 minutes later, Laina showed up at the front door with tupperwares ready to be filled up with the excess pasta or any food she could bring home to eat by herself, as always. But we love our girl.

After that fun and fulfilling weekend with my loved ones, it was time to go back to school. Mom and Dad would always put up the news to be ready for announcements or emergencies we needed to know about, so while I was getting ready to wear my uniform, the news announced that there would be no classes for the week due to the heavy rainfall and typhoon that was incoming. My parents quickly shifted gears, deciding to make the most of the unexpected break by planning a family movie marathon and game night. But, since in my generation, technology is a must, I got a notification from Laina saying the professor would be sending out instructions as to how we can make good use of the week even without going to campus physically. I mentally groaned because there'd still be professors chewing at us, but at the same time, I was happy that I would get to do schoolwork and not laze around. You just love doing something that requires you to write, girl. Consy, you love it too, so stop complaining. Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatevah.

I went up to my room to check up on the tasks the professors will be throwing at us, and lo and behold, 2 minutes sitting on the chair, and there's already 10 works I need to pass in a span of 5 hours. So I did them nonstop. Finished and passed them. After 6 and a half hours of work, my back started cracking and feeling numb. So I decided to take an hour's break and lie down on my bed. I was writing on my tablet when a message notification notified me. The school administration sent an email saying that the physical classes would be withdrawn and canceled starting next week until further notice. I was confused by the email at first, but then I remembered the news of a virus spreading rapidly that first came from a foreign employee who was checked and confirmed to be the carrier of the virus in the airport. I didn't give it much thought until this email was sent out. Not only that, another email was sent, saying our classes will continue to be online and that children aged 18 and below aren't allowed to go outside of their houses due to health and safety reasons.

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