We are only eighteen.

5

Nag-stay kami sa Mine's view hanggang mag-8pm, natagalan kasi sila bumili ng mga bags, t-shirts, bonnets at kung ano-ano pang souvenir. Nakauwi kami sa resthouse ng 9pm, at nag dinner sa Jollibee para maiba naman daw. We watched a movie hanggang mag madaling araw.

Andrew didn't try any advances kaya kalmado akong tumabi sakan'ya. The uncomfortable feeling haven't left my system yet, I guess I'd have to deal with it for the mean time.

Pero hindi nanaman ako makatulog kaya heto ako ngayon nagbabasa ng Harry Potter sa may bench sa labas ng rest house nila Gwen, kasama si Sebastian ng 2am ng madaling-araw.

"By twelve o'clock next day, Harry's trunk was packed with his school things, and all his most prized possessions- the invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had got from Sirius, the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Fred and George Weasley last year...

...'it's time!' said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as many of them. 'Come on, let's go!'"

"It would be nice to play quidditch 'no?" I suddenly asked, "Yeah, but even if we could ride a broomstick we still wouldn't 'cos we're both a pussy," natawa ako 'saka hinampas siya sa braso niya.

"To that I would have to agree,"

"but we wouldn't fall in our imaginations right?" I smiled at him as he said that.

"If only imagination runs the world, Earth would've been a lot nicer."

We both agreed to what I said silently, muli kaming natahimik. Ang peaceful pakinggan nung mga crickets, pati 'yung mga engines ng kotse na dumadaan sa kalsada. Sa manila kase busina ang maririnig mo eh, ta's tuloy-tuloy pa. I find it calming na paisa-isa lang ang naririnig na kotse.

Baguio is not as exclusive as a province, madaming tao rito at traffic din. Pero I feel so calm as I feel the cold breeze in my face.

"I feel like you can sing..." biglang sabi ni Sebastian kaya napatingin ako sakan'ya, "Huh? Why all of a sudden?"

"You have a good reading voice, have you sang before?"

"Oo naman, 'di naman ako gan'on ka boring 'no..." natawa siya sa sinabi ko, pero sa C.R. lang, nakakahiya kase pag may ibang nakakarinig ta's I'm not good pala.

Laging pinapaala sa'kin ni Mama na what should I show to people must be my best and my best only. I know she was pertaining to academics, pero na-apply ko rin kase sa ibang bagay tulad sa pagkanta at pag paint.

"I mean, 'yung may audience."

"Hindi pa..."

"Can you sing for me?" Kinunutan ko ng noo si Sebastian at na we-weirduhang nagtanong, "Why?"

"You see... I'm writing a song." nilabas niya 'yung phone niya at may kinalikot dun.

"Do you want to hear?" tumango-tango ako, kasi interesting naman.

and It was... magical.

I know the adjective 'nice' wouldn't give the song justice, at alam ko ring subjective naman ang nice or bad sa music. Pero ang magical kasi. The way he strummed the acoustic guitar, ta's may piano pa at kaunting drums. Pasok talaga siya sa taste of music ko, kahit wala pang lyrics ang ganda na pakinggan.

"Wow... ang galing mo Tristan." nahihiya siyang ngumiti, ang cute niya. He seem shy when he shouldn't be!

"So... can you sing for me?"

"Hala! I don't think I can give justice to the song... I'm not even good."

"We wouldn't know if you won't let me hear you sing. I won't judge naman... you're doing me a favor din. I don't think I can actually ask other person na wala sa circle of friends natin."