"So, what we doing today?" Cass asked me while I watching the latest basketball game on TV. Hey, I may be a soccer player but it doesn't mean I don't like other sports. I was actually on the basketball team in middle school before I discovered how much more fun it is to kick and chase balls rather than throw them to a hoop.
I was seated on our very long and large couch in the living room, eyes concentrated on the game. Kobe Bryant was dribbling the ball now, getting ready to throw it into the hoop. She plopped down beside me and rested her head on my thighs. I sneaked in a glance down at her. She wasn't looking at me but at a book. This must be her third book this week. I looked back at the television, getting hooked by the game again. Yes! Kobe makes a three point shot. Freaking good bastard. Hope he wins MVP again this year. The opponent got a hold on the ball now and began dribbling to his court.
"What do you want to do?" I asked back, not really engaged in the question. The Lakers was in the lead by only two points against the Bulls. It was a difficult game to win for the Lakers. Kobe needs to put more A game if he wants to win this playoffs. Before my thoughts drift to strategies and techniques Kobe could do to win, Cassandra spoke.
"I don't know. We could stay at home?"
"Fine with me", I shrugged. The game's too good to miss but I could always watch it later on youtube or something. But Cass has been really busy for the past week and I know how much she'd appreciate having a nice time out of the house. We could go to the beach. I looked at the window. Hmmm, not a good time to go beaching. It looks like it would rain. Maybe we could eat out.
"You sure you don't wanna go to that place you've been yapping about all week?" She drifted her gaze away from the book and towards to me. She looked at me with a confused expression. Of course, she forgot.
"You don't remember what I'm talking about, do you?" She nodded. "You said you wanted to try this newly opened Swehili…Swaheley…ahhhh…Swahili restaurant in town." I don't know how Swahili food tastes like. Heck, I don't even know what's Swahili is. But Cass has this obsession with eating at least on type of food from all countries in the world. I think we've tried about thirty already. I always almost ended up puking in most of those times. I remember when she forced me to eat fried crickets and live squid in one Korean street food restaurant that we went to a few years back. That was one heck of a night I wish to never remember. It was too traumatising.
I liked the time when we ate Adobo Chicken though. It is a Filipino type of food and I must admit it is now my favourite type of chicken. I try to eat it at least once a month. If I could I would eat it everyday but the restaurant is too far away and they don't do deliveries. What a bummer.
Anyway, she doesn't remember half of the things that leaves that pretty little mouth of hers. It gets kinda annoying sometimes having to remind her every time she forgets but most of the time I use it to my advantage. Apparently this time, the Swahili restaurant is part of the I don't-remember-I-said-that.
Her eyebrows are scrunched down together as she recalls about the Swahili restaurant. I stare at her and can't help see how cute she looks right now. I chuckled. She looked at me curiously and went back to her thinking. I waited until…
"Ah!" She screamed, jumping out of the couch. "I remember the Swahili restaurant! Oh Alex, we have to go try that place." She sat back down facing me.
"Peter," she stopped and asked, "You remember Peter right?" I look at her dumbfounded. "Peter Cummings. The male nurse I work with. You've met once when you visited me at the hospital. Remember?"
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Beautiful Goodbye
Romance"You need to break up with me", Alex said. Alex Turner and Cassandra Wilkins have been together for almost five years starting senior year. They had what you call the perfect relationship. But one morning, Alex suddenly felt everything was wrong. H...
