Pinay's Pie

Chapter Three: Indie Funk Love

Josh and Valerie had decided that I was just going to keep rationalizing the break-up so they tried to get my attention and take me to the Taiwan film festival at Edsa Shang. In my head it was the worst possible thing to do because the movie that I wanted to watch, Zoom Hunting, was the movie that I missed because of Ian. I didn't want to see it so we ended up lining up for Pinoy Sunday.

“I have an epic boner for Eppy Quizon.” as usual Josh was scouting the area for possible victims and Valerie was trying to unglue her hand from her smartphone, to no avail. “He is so cute and the talent on that guy is oozing. I can totally understand how Dolphy got so many kids, thank heavens he passed on his genes.” I had began to block out Josh delusions of celebrity encounters when lo and behold I saw one of my own.

Jake.

He was my ex-college crush and full-blown unrequited love. He was an artist, he drew comics, portraits and painted landscapes as well as manga. He made funny skits, wrote for the school newspaper and created short films that had made her cry, laugh and gag. I loved the reverse “How to eat Pancit Canton” short film he made with our orgmates. I didn't eat pancit canton for almost a month after seeing that. It was stuff of legend in our organization. But I lost my crush of so many years when he bailed out from being the president of our group. I never did like quitters and he was one in my eyes then. But it was undeniable that I was still gaga and over the moon because of his enourmous...talent.

“Jake!” Valerie waved her hand frantically. Jake saw her and started walking towards us.

I pulled Valerie towards me and snarled a whisper. “What the heck is he doing here?”

Valerie, in her almost ventriluquist super power said, “He saw my shout out and said he would join us. I was tweeting him earlier.”

Jake was already upon us so I had to look cool. I had wanted to die right there and then since I decided that I was going to wear my Iskology 1.0 shirt. Clad in my typical, tomboy outfit of jeans, shirt and Nike rubber shoes, I was just like my old college self. I didn't think going to the movies required my girly clothes. Please kill me now. Why is it that whenever I am around this boy my outfit neither shoes cleavage nor class. I am such as spazz.

“Jake said hi,” Josh poked me with his elbow. I smiled my I will deal with you later look then face Jake.

“Couldn't you watch this in the UPD showings?” I was even more of bitch when I was freaking out in my head. Jake smiled his signature half-smirk and I couldn't tell if my knees woobly because of standing in line for an hour or that particular facial expression.

“I don't have time during those show dates. This is the only day I have free to go out and watch. It's a lucky thing that I bumped with you guys.” Jake was a little dense at times. Okay so I am lying, the guy wouldn't even know that I liked it if I hadn't thrown myself at him in a drunken stuppor. And I could say that I meant someone else and that I wasn't coherent that night. But since that night I felt like Jake had a secret that I never told anyone that I let slip. It was a big change in our past encounters, he had paid more attention to the things that he did but whenever he stopped to look at her while they were in the middle of a meeting, I had chosen to raise an eyebrow at him. It was a private snarl since I knew he was not able to raise just one eyebrow, it was hilarious just how comical he looked when he did try.