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"Ayos ka lang?"
Suddenly, a young man appeared in front of my eyes. He had fuzzy brownish blonde hair with bright eyes, wearing a shirt with a big 'A' printed on it, ripped jeans, and skater shoes.
He wasn't scrawny, but he was very attractive, believe me.
"Wag ka mag paulan. Magkakasakit ka." he said as he wears an enormous smile.
"Umm, salamat. Pero ikaw nalang ang sumilong. Basa na ko eh, what's the use?" sabi ko habang yakap pa din ang sarili ko.
"Dali na. Nahiya ka pa eh." he insisted as he attempted to give his umbrella to me.
"H-hindi na. Sige, salamat. Ok lang talaga ako." I flinched.
"Isa!" he warned.
"Hin-"
"Dalawa!"
"Eto na!" I bawled as I grabbed his umbrella. "Ok na?"
"Uh-huh." he nodded as he placed his cold hands in his ripped jeans' pockets.
He was already dripping wet. His fuzzy hair turned into somewhat after shower hair, drooping from the raindrops that fell in his hair.
I walked closer to him and so we were both under the umbrella.
"Oh, ano naman yan?" he snapped.
He was 2 inches taller than me, no wonder nangangawit na ko sa pag hawak ng payong.
"Naawa lang naman ako sa may ari ng payong."
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