That Could Still Be Us.

VII

"I know I should know this, Keith. but are you mad at me?" I confusedly asked while I'm following him getting in his car. "I did something, right? I did something bad, right? should I know what it is? or is it something maybe you just think I did?" I said.

"Are you sure you don't know?" Now he's really angry but I still don't know why.

"No, no. I did it. I did it. It was a bad, bad thing I did, and I'm so sorry, Keith. Keith, come on, will you? Keith, wait. Baby...you have to let me in on it. Or are you waiting until we're in the apartment before you talk to me?" I said and stood next to him. I'm waiting for him to get inside the car.

"Come on." he motioned me to get inside of his car. He get inside first but not as usual that he opened the door for me and put my seat belt on.

"Oh, no, I don't know what I said." I said while I'm putting the foods inside at the back of my seat.

"You said it. You know you said it." he starts the engine and drive.

"No, I don't know what I said...but I didn't mean it"

"You mean everything you say" he frowns his beautiful face.

"Sometimes I mean nothing when I say something" I defended.

"Something is never nothing. It's always something"

"Most of what I say is nothing. Just something to say." I protested.

"Women say it's just something to say
to get away with saying something...but they know they're saying something."

"Say what? What did I say?"

"You said to my girlfriend that I like her but I'm not ready. To my girlfriend! You might as well
have said I'm a gay."

"Well, she's the only woman you ever had"

"Oh, I dated Taylor Swift for four months before I met her"

"Isn't she a man now?" I teased him and he urgently stopped the car which made my head to bump on the dashboard.

"Ouch!" I'm hurt.

"You told her I didn't want a girlfriend" he rolled his eyes and continue to drive.

"I did not. I didn't say that" I chuckled.

"Yes, you did. Yes, you did. You said exactly that"

"I did not. I didn't say that you weren't ready to have a girlfriend. I said that you wanted to wait"

"Which means I don't want one right now"

"Right."

"Thank you."

"Wait a minute. I'm confused.
Can I get a ruling on this?'

"No, you're not confused. You're just wrong"

"Keith doesn't wanna have a girlfriend" he giggled. "We had a plan, Jazz"

"To wait to have a girlfriend?"

"Why did you do that? Why did you say that I don't want her?"

"Wait, I did not say that" I'm raising my hands to act that I'm innocent.

"She texted me." he rolled up his eyes. "All those things you said to her"

"Really? She texted you?" I paused for a while and think about what I've done. I still can't believe I did that. I'm imagining right now what I'm going to do to settle this up. There was a silence between of us and it's a long long time like it's 10 minutes. I'm thinking about how can I get rid of this. He drops me in front of my apartment. Like what I thought, he's really upset for what I have done. He left me there really upset and I just get inside my apartment.

"Geez. I should not do that!" I said to myself while I'm changing my clothes in front if my wardrobe. I changed it into my pajamas and I hopped on my bed.

In the morning it's almost 11 o'clock and I'm still on my bed. It's Sunday so basically I don't have work cause its my rest day. I should come to Keith's house this morning to apologize and borrow some money to him. Shit happens all the time... I did not get high or use any drugs today because I don't have any money and Angel isn't here, she took her vacation with her friends and unfortunately she didn't told me that thing I just knew from my neighbor that she had left yesterday after I left to go to my work. Anyways I took a shower first then change my clothes: black plain shirt and black skinny jeans with a black chuck Taylor. And I have to bring some back pack. I just think I could get some stuffs from him. I'm just making sure if I could. That's all I could bring I don't have a car to ride in and I don't have phone to tell him that I'm going to visit him today so I decided to walk 5 miles? Ugh... 5 miles?

After 5 miles of walking, I finally arrived at his apartment. It's a lot bigger than ours maybe he's too rich maybe he's a businessman so he can afford a big apartment. I walk a little then I got on his door. I knocked for a several times but no one did open it or maybe answer it. I'm just so stupid that I saw a doorbell shit! I rang it and finally Keith opened it.

"Hi" I surprisedly said to him. He's topples when he showed to me but not big deal cause I've saw a lot of men like that. Keith's just staring at me before he let me in.

"Come in..." he said then he leads me to his living room which is so big. A cozy sofa there and big flat screen TV there and a lot of things that I've seen very rare. I sat on his couch and he does too.

"So what brings you here with a big back pack?" he curiously asked. Well it's not a hard question for me. I can do an alibi.

"I just really wanna say sorry for what happened yesterday? I'm so sorry Keith I'm just so tired yesterday so I didn't have any idea what I'm saying and what I'm doing."

"It's nothing Jazz. I understand" he said and look at himself shirtless. "Oh!!! I'm sorry... I should get my shirt. Wait for me" he said and get up from the sofa and go to his room. He is so stubborn!! Facing a visitor shirtless? What is on his mind?

When he get back he grabs my hands and take me to his kitchen I'm a little intimidated at first because I thought he's going to do something to me. But I was wrong he just want me to see how he prepared his breakfast in the morning. He get the utensils and the ingredients that I don't know what it's called.

"What are you trying to do with that grass?" I asked. Thinking it is a grass.

"This is not a grass!" he said then he hands it to me. "Jazz... that is parsley!"

"I know. I know." I frowned my face.

Everything are all set up, he I mean we made this meal called "lasagnas" with parsley. We eat it and after it we both get back to his cozy sofa. Talking about our lives and our families. I don't really wanna tell Keith what or who really I am but I can't help his puppy face.

"Well,... my family?..." I paused for a while. "I'm alone. I'm just living with my friends and they're what you call a family." I said.

"No. No... not your friends but your real family. Your mom and your dad and if you have siblings?" he completely said annoyingly.

"When I got 17 my friend asked me to come with her. We moved here with her family, and about my parents... I left them in Philippines. I am really a Filipina. I was born and rabised there. And now here we are..." I sighed.

"So... you're a rebel girl?" he grinned.

"Not literally but apparently."

"Well me I'm just a simple man. Who's born in New Zealand and I was raised in Australia. Me and my family lived there when I was two. And I skipped school when I was 15." He said.