Michaels in Love
by KUSEPONG
In a world where every love story feels unique, there are those rare souls destined to share the same name, the same desires, and sometimes, even the same heart.
In Michaels in Love, five men named Michael cross paths ac...
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"Ouch! Wow, that really hurt!" I exclaimed, rubbing the side of my head where the basketball had made its mark.
Reality hit me just as hard as the ball. I wasn't lost in my steamy daydream anymore—I was back in the coliseum, smack dab in the middle of tryouts for our basketball team. I'd been so deep in thought, staring at the floor, that I hadn't even seen the ball coming. And boy, was my daydream hot. Images of Mike, drenched in water, showering just a few feet away from me in the locker room cubicle, had sent my imagination spiraling.
"Ahhh, those steamy shower scenes," I mused to myself. "When will that ever happen, huh?" If this were a triple-X movie, we'd both be stars. No question. Hehehe. Mike, with his Fil-Chinese charm that makes him look like a cross between a Thai heartthrob and a K-drama lead, versus me, half-Japanese with a penchant for fantasy. I guess daydreaming will have to do for now. At least it's free. Hahaha!
The guy who accidentally hit me with the ball rushed over, his face etched with guilt. "Sorry, man," he said, clearly meaning it.
I waved it off. "No problem." But ouch. My head still throbbed.
Behind me, two college girls had been watching. Their concerned expressions quickly turned into action as they approached.
"Are you okay?" one of them asked, her eyes wide with worry.
I smiled, trying to brush it off. "I'm fine, really."
"Here," she said, offering me a cold bottle of mineral water. "Press this against where you got hit."
I took it with a grateful nod. "Thanks! But, uh... can I just drink it instead? Hehehe," I joked.
"Sure," she laughed, her kindness shining through.
Before I could take a sip, the other girl suddenly gasped dramatically, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. "Oh my gosh! Alden Richards!!! Right????" Her voice was so loud it echoed across the coliseum.
Startled, I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Nope," I replied calmly, scratching the back of my head. I wasn't expecting that.
Not far away, we heard some girls calling out, "Cherry! Mae!" The pair standing in front of me glanced back, and it clicked—those were their names.
"Sorry about Mae," Cherry said in a hushed tone, leaning closer as if to apologize. "She's a huge fan of Alden. She gets... excited. Hahaha."
Mae, still brimming with energy, pinched Cherry's arm. "But, Cherry, he really does look like Alden!"
"Ouch, Mae! Cut it out," Cherry muttered, rubbing her arm.
"Alden?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is he an actor or something?"
Mae's eyes sparkled. "Yes! He's super popular."
I laughed. "You're not the first person to tell me that. It reminds me of this one time on the LRT. People kept asking to take pictures with me because they thought I was him. Hahaha!"
