"We keep this love in a photograph,
We made these memories for ourselves.."****
July 2, 2015
"Hey sweety! What'cha doing?!!" Mila came to view and hugged me.
"Reading." I simply said.
"Well let's go and hangout out there!" She really can be annoying sometimes! But I still lo-like her as a friend.
"Go by yourself." I exclaimed coldly. She look at me with a shock face.
"What?" I raised my right eyebrow as I questioned her.
"Go away." I barely hear her cause she's whispering in the air.
"You are not friend! How could you lie to me all this time! You were such a bad friend! I knew from the start but I trusted you a lot that's why I never confronted you! But now! You really is not friend! Where is she! Where do you keep her?! Is she safe? Did you ever hurt her?" She keep talking and talking and talking like no one in front of her trying to make her patience long to prevent bursting but, its too late now.
"Camila Andrei Silvestre! Can you please shut up your mouth for an hour?! Can't you see I'm trying to study here for upcoming test! Just please! If you cannot do it, please find someone you can disturb with! Cause i'm freaking tired for you dramas!" I shouted real hard for her to sink all those outburst in her brain!
"Woah! Ready get set fight!" One of our classmates exclaimed. I glare at him, and he stop. Thinking the whole class is watching our little drama here, I glare seriously in the whole class. Yes, I am not mistaken, they were watching us! I don't need their attentions! Those gazes! Its hurts me when a lot of people watch me! I cannot handle being watched and played again. Please, just not anymore!
I think Mila feel my insecurities and fear that's why she hold my hand and smile at me. I know that her statement a while a go is just how she play. Yes, she always do it but this is the first time I really shouted at her, and I know I kinda hurt her. I can read her. That's my talent.
"Go get your bag. We'll go early." She whisper to me. I look at her with full of thankfulness that she's with me. I grab my bag and follow her to the door. When we are out of the classroom, I start to walk a ways but she stop and glare to my classmates. I tug her arms to wake up from whatever happening in her head right now. When she look back at me, a smile grow on her lips and we started walking. I link my arm on her so that she feel that what I have said a while ago is not true. I don't want to lose her. A sigh that I didn't notice escape from my lips. Camila stop walking so do I. I look at her but she just hug me gently. I place my arms around her waist.
"I'm not mad so stop sighing. Its my fault. I think I've gone to far. You know that I didn't mean to cause attentions. I really am sorry." Sigh. I don't want her to feel sorry to me but I cannot yell at her to say don't be cause she is the only friend I have right now.
"No please don't be sorry to me. You know how much I hated it. And also you know I cannot be mad at you. I was just frustrated today. I'm sorry okay? And also even its sound so cheesy, if getting all attentions of people will make you not leave me, then fine with me. I know that I can pass this with you by my side." I release our hug but still hold her hands.
"You, Camila Nicole Silvestre, my a.k.a "soul sister", because of you I have the courage to be me after all what happened to me. I am and I am still thankful to you for coming in the bathroom stall where I was crying. Thank you for taking care of me all this time. Thank you for introducing the squad. I-I really cherish you. Please don't leave me." Tears streaming down my face. I don't know why I am so emotional now. For me, freeing yourself from your own thoughts really makes you happy. Having someone there for you to listen and comfort you is one of the best things you need to feel.
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After our little drama at school, we go to my house just to relax and talk things. We just came home when I saw my father going out at our house. He look at me with his shock face but when he realised me standing in front oh him, his facial emotion change to worried and nervous one. I look at my shoes to hide my face, my eyes. He gently lift my chin up and smile at me."What happen?" Father asked but I cannot answer him. I just can't. I feel that Camila notice my silence that's why she is the one who explain to my father. After explaining what happened, my father told us to go upstairs, to my room to rest. We nodded and head upstairs. When I open my door to her, she gasp.
"Wow! Baby ko! Your room is full of.... memories!" She look around. Sometimes touching my stuffs but I didn't stop her.
Baby ko, its her nickname for me. Its half-half language. Half English Half Tagalog. Its meaning is just simple. My Baby. Wondering why she gave me a nickname like that? Cause......
"You are really a baby! Look at this picture! Hahaha and also this one! Omo! Why I haven't seen this!" she exclaimed while laughing at my baby picture.
There she just explains what I needed to.
I'm such a baby back then, well still now. The problem is just, no one knows cause no one cares.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?" I look at her and raise my right eyebrow.
"Oh I guess not. Well I was saying that we should take selfie together more often and put it here you know so if ever you miss me just look at your wall and TADA!! You will saw my beautiful face and you will be happy!" I cannot stop myself from laughing.
"Look those pictures! That was taken in the Laguna! When we decided to have mini trip in EK! Look Yewel and Clarmaine!! We're really cute!! I miss them."
She's referring to the pictures placed in my bedroom walls. And well Yewel and Clarmaine, those people are special to me like Camila to me.
"Smile! Baby ko!" I look at the camera and smile. We took several pictures and laugh because or our epic faces.
After minutes, I get our pictures and carefully paste it in my wall. I look at it and smile gently. I walk back and sit beside Camila in my bed.
"Gomawoyo Unnie ko."
(Thank you my sister)"Always"
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Still short -_- so sorry. I've been busy this days.Well hope you enjoy 😉😉
I know that some are confused about some things in this story so please wait more cause this story is full of surprises 😉😜.
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Teen Fiction"Every picture has it owns beauty. And soon it will slowly fade and never be distinguished by anyone."