Dream Boy

Chapter 2: Boyfriend

"Oh, Andrea. when are you going to start dating again?" Mom asks me while we were washing the dishes.

If I told her I was dating a guy from my dreams, a person created by my own imagination, she'd think me crazy. 

"Mom! The right guy hasn't come in my life yet."

"Then, when is he going to come in? I want to have a lot of grand kids, you know. And we're not getting any younger. You are twenty nine years old!"

"Don't worry, ma. She'll be married when she's ready." Camille butted in. She was wiping the dinner table clean.

"Camille, tell me. Do you have a workmate named David Sevilla?" I asked her, pouring milk in a glass. Maybe this guy's really her workmate? 

"No. Why?" 

Or not.

"Who's this David Sevilla person? Is there finally someone?" Mom asked wide eyed. Why is she so interested in my love life?

"Yeah, sis. Who's that?" Now, Camille, too? Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up.

"No one. Promise." I gulped all of the milk and ran to the stairs.

"Andrea! Get back here!" Mom called after me.

"Really, mom! He's no one!" I shouted from upstairs and went straight to my bedroom.

Well, I guess I could say that I liked sleeping now. Ever since I saw him in my dream about a month ago. That was the only way I could get to see him.

I know. Maybe you're thinking that I might just have to go to a psychiatrist soon. But it's just like crushing on a fictional character from a tv series or book. It's nothing serious.

Right?

Right?

We were at a coffee shop, looking for cakes to order. Very nice ambiance. The smell of coffee everywhere. The sight of cake everywhere. Yum! 

We were holding hands the whole time. 

"What are you going to get?" I asked him.

"The strawberry shortcake. It looks good, doesn't it?" 

"Yeah, it does. Maybe I'll get that too then."

"No... Get something different so we can share and taste another one too."

"Okay. Then... I'll get the chocolate mousse."

"Perfect. I love chocolate."

"I know." And I gave him the sweetest and happiest smile I could ever give.

Then, he gave me a heart-stopping smile in return. The kind of smile that could just make you smile even harder.

Then, we paid the cashier and went straight to our table.

"How was work?" he started. 

"It was good." I said as I got some of his strawberry shortcake. 

"No, it wasn't." He said, as if he realized something.

"What?" I got a slice of my own cake and plopped it in my mouth.

"You're not making eye contact. Even now. If your day really was good, then you would be confident about it. But you're not even looking at me." I quickly looked at him in the eye.

"Hey, don't worry about me, okay? I'm alright. Just a little bit of something at the studio. Customers. You know how they are. But, more importantly, how did you know about all that?" All the worry came out of David's face. It was nice to know that he was worried about me. Made me appreciate him more.

"What?"

"The eye contact thing."

"I'm an observant boyfriend." Cocky boyfriend actually.

Chuckling, "Okay. How was your day?"

"Stressful. As usual. But in the end of the day, I get to see you so I'm happy."

"Me t--" 

"You are such a messy eater." He says as we wipes some icing off the side of my mouth and wiping it in a piece of napkin.

"Sorry..."

"I love you anyway."

"I love you too."

You know how you have so many dreams in a night? That's the same thing that happened to me. This beautiful dream faded and was replaced by another one.

Or rather, replaced by a memory.

"It's already seven o'clock. Where could they be?" I asked dad worriedly.

"It's alright, dear. Maybe it's just the traffic. You know how it is in EDSA."

"But they should be here right now! What if they got hit by a bus? What if they hit a stupid motorcycle? Oh, God! Remember what happened to that limousine car that burned up? They were on their way to their wedding too!" My head was so filled up with theories that it started to hurt.

 "Oh, don't get worried too much, dear." After a while, he called for Camille.

"Yes, Papa? Ate, what do you need?" Camille asked as she walked through the red carpet of the church.

"Call the boys please. Before your sister gets a heart attack."

"Yeah. Sure." She got her phone out, typed the numbers, and brought the phone to her ear.

After a few rings, "Hey, Drew," Drew was Karl's best man. "Where are you guys?"

"What?!" 

And I wake up crying again. Convincing myself that it was only a nightmare, I pulled myself together, went in the bathroom to wash my face, and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

I grabbed a plate (and the fork and spoon), and got a few spoonfuls of sinangag* and tapa**. Sitting in my usual place, I started to dig in.

Then, the doorbell rang.

"Who could possibly ring the bell at this time?" I asked aloud.

"Who else?" Mom asked as if I asked the obvious and opened the door.

And in came David Sevilla, in flesh and blood.

A/N: Hi, again guys!! :) Do you like it? Do you not like it? Please, please comment and vote. :) 

Tagalog word translator:

*sinangag-fried rice

**tapa- i can't really describe it but it's thinly sliced beef usually served for breakfast

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