If Fate is What You Call It

The Morning After

This one is dedicated to my solid readers. Iba kayo, maraming salamat sa inyo. Na inspire ako mag sulat dahil sa mga comments ninyo and again I am so humbled and thankful for all of your support. So to celebrate that, here's a fun chapter for you guys topped with an equally fun song. Hope you like it. 

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She woke up the following day with her head banging like a bass drum on loud, concert speakers and as her eyes now adjusted to the light, she realized she wasn't in her room, she wasn't wearing her own clothes, although they were female clothing.

She slowly tried to get up, but her head swiveled around as if they had just been an earthquake.

"Shit, ano ngyari kagabi? Where the hell am I?"

She looked at the pictures on the wall, and slowly her memory of last night's events kicked in.

"FUCK"

Was all she could say as she remembered what had happened. She was so wasted, she puked all over her clothes and Dani had been nice enough to get her out of them and have her change into her clothes. She had been nothing but pleasant and she wondered why. What was her agenda? How can someone be involved in such a turn of events and still end up being so nice to her, the girl who he was once madly in love with. This was just fucked up, all of it was just freaking fucked up.

She got up and tried to gain composure, she washed her face in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Nicomaine, tangina mo, ano na naman tong pinasok mo."

She reminded herself to call Jake the very second she steps out of Dani's condo. It was all his fault; he shouldn't have called RJ. That was fucking insensitive of him, but somehow, I guess he knew that they both had to talk.

She walked around her room, trying to figure out more about this stranger that had captured RJ's heart and attention. She looked at the book titles on the shelf and she found herself gawking at the authors each hard bound book in mint condition had written on it. There was Sigmund Freud, Tolstoy, Aristotle, J.K Rowling, Ernest Hemingway, Jane Austen, Anne Frank, J.R.R. Tolkien, Haruki Murakami, Hermann Hesse, Harper Lee, Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, Paolo Coelho and many more books she could not even bring herself to read. Boy, this girl knew her shit, she definitely was no joke.

How in the world can she compare to her now?

She figured it was fruitless, Dani seemed like the perfect girl. She was smart, beautiful and kind, what more could anyone really ask for?

She stepped out of the room and made her way to the living room, proving her theory to be even more accurate. She saw paintings that had her signature on it, photographs, surf boards, long boards, guitars, vinyl and CD collections of music and classic movies, and she was into vintage stuff and her condo unit spoke volumes of how cool a girl she really was.

"Tangina, ang ganda ng bahay nya. Could this girl be any more perfect?"

"Oh trust me, I'm far from it."

Startled, she jumped at the same soothing voice that had comforted her all last night coming from behind her in the kitchen.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Kanina ka pa nandyan?"

"Yeah pretty much. Good morning to you too."

She smiled the most comforting smile and as much as Maine wanted to tear her hair out from her scalp, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.