Invisible

Chapter 5

Rest of my life – Bruno Mars

I jogged my way to our house. Curse Trigonometry extensions, I have to be delayed for a solid thirty minutes.

It has been a pair of weeks since MsRoberts asked Darren and I to sing for our graduation. And every day of those weeks, we have to stay in the school for a couple of minutes to rehearse with the other graduating students along the ceremony. But right now, I'm partly excused.

Today is the day that we have to attend a wedding and I was appointed to sing into. I went in the house and quickly freshened up, my mother quickly doing my hair and make up and me slipping in the dress I was supposed to wear. To be honest, I feel so naked without my jeans and converse.

"Okay, you ready?" the teen pianist asked as I went to the riser. He had this adorable brown-blonde hair and blue eyes that pretty resembled to Niall Horan's features. Okay, so I am Directioner-talking right here. Bear with me. I nodded to him and smiled. He started to press the keys and the entourage started as I sang. It was one of the love songs that Bruno Mars has written.

Everyday I wake up next to an angel... more beautiful than words can say... They say it wouldn't work, but what did they know? Coz years have passed and we're still here today.

Never in my dreams, did I think that this would happen to me...

As I stand here before my woman... I can't fight back the tears in my eyes. Oh how could I be so lucky? I must've done something right. And I promise to love her, for the rest of my life...

Seems like yesterday when she first say hello. It's funny how time flies when you're in love. It took us a lifetime to find each other... It was worth the wait coz I finally found the one.

Never in my dreams, did I think that this would happen to me...

As I stand here before my woman... I can't fight back the tears in my eyes. Oh how could I be so lucky? I must've done something right. And I promise to love her, for the rest of my life... for the rest of my life...

I finished the song and placed the microphone on the base of the piano. "You're awesome." Niall's-look alike complimented and I blushed at the compliment. "I like your voice."

"Thanks." I sheepishly said as I went to the crowd, looking for Darren but only found his mom and his baby sister, Lyn. "Hey, where is he?" I asked as polite as I could.

"Oh, by the small tent like thing over there." TitaMarinel said with a smile, pointing by the shore.

I thanked her and went to the direction where she pointed. I cursed under my breath about how high my freaking heels are, it gave me a total hard time to walk. I reached the tent she was talking about, I found Darren sitting on the log, staring at the sea's stable waves.

"Hey," I greeted him. "Why aren't you joining there?"

He looked up at me and judging by the looks of it, his jaw dropped. "Whoa." He gasped as he eyed me. Okay, honestly, that made me blush, there's no denial on that one. "You look... good."

I smiled. "That's the far most acceptable line you told me in our twelve years of friendship," I laughed at him and made him scoot over so I could sit beside him. The scent of his perfume lingered in the air. "You didn't answer me."

He shrugged. "I hate socialising." He said simply. "Thank god you came over. You're the only one I want to talk to."

Hours after, the wedding finally came to the best part: EATING TIME. Darren took the obligation to get me a plate of food and left me in the same spot we were in a couple of hours prior.

Suddenly a silhouette towered over me. I thought it was Darren but it was the pianist that played the piano (duh, that's why he's called pianist.) "Do you mind?" he asked as he pointed to the vacant log beside me. "There were no more spots over there."

I smiled at him as I warmed my body with the bonfire that Darren did. "I don't mind. Please take a seat." I told him. We were silent for a few moments but I decided to break it, considering the fact that I am such a talkative person. "So, how long have you been playing the piano?"

"Uh, since I was 12. I'm 16 now. So, since I'm not that bad in math, it means it's been four years." he said with a chuckle, digging in to the salad he has. "How long have you been singing?" he asked me with a smile.

"Since I was a kid." I told him with a smile. "I can't remember the exact age, but I've been singing for a long time, now."

"You join in contests or something like that?"

"I used to. I mean, I stopped joining when I was just 14. My best friends have been nagging me about joining again, but I have my mind set." I laughed and he joined me. "But, I'm occasionally in to gigs and performing in occasions. Like this one,"

"Well, that is so cool." He said with a chuckle. "I'm Ivan, by the way." He stretched his arm to me, offering a shake.

"Nicole," I told him and stretched my arm to him too. But even before our hands touch for a shake, someone's hand touched Ivan's hand and shook it instead. I gasped at the sight of fair skin, small cheeky eyes, perfectly pointed nose and pink lips.

"I'm Darren," he said, faking a smile to Ivan as he shook Ivan's hand. "I'm her best friend, for twelve years. It's so nice to meet you."

Ivan pulled his hand away from Darren sheepishly. "Uh," he stammered and I saw Darren snicker at the sight of him stammering and struggling what to say. "I'm happy to meet you. Any way, I have to go." He said, excusing himself from me and Darren. "I think my mother would be looking around for me."

I smiled at him. "Sure, Ivan. Thanks for the short talk." I said. He smiled and I saw Darren scoff at that one. What the hell is his problem? I turned to him after Ivan was out of ear shot. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?" I asked Darren as he set our plates on the log.

"Tell me," he started as he narrowed his eyes to me, his small eyes giving me a hard time to decipher what he's feeling. "Is talking and shaking his hand something bad?" he scoffed.

"You kind of scared him, Darren!" I told him, following him as he sat on the log, taking his plate. "Have you forgotten that you're a freaking intimidating type of man?!" I asked and yelled for the same time. "You shook him away."

"And you're complaining about that?" he asked, not looking at me and instead paying a lot of attention to his plate.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked him again, unable to mask the irritation that I am feeling for his previous actions.

"Nothing!" he defended, eating a forkful of the green salad he has. "Is there a problem of me driving that guy away from my best friend?"

"What?" I spat, "Why are you driving that good man away?" I asked Darren. "Darren, he was just trying to talk to me!"

"Yeah," he sneered bitterly and dryly, "Talking? More like flirting." He rolled his eyes.

"And so?" I asked him, taking my plate but not attempting to eat. This conversation is so annoying, it makes my appetite drop. "What is wrong with flirting? It's not like I would flirt back to him!"

Darren looked at me. His eyes were probably filled with annoyance right now because of my never ending rants. "Simple," he said calmly, "I don't want to get jealous, so that means I don't want to see you with other men, besides me."