Last Song Syndrome

Chapter One

Yumi’s POV

It was the third subject in the morning and it was my first time to visit my locker today to get my Physics book. Just before I unlock it, I already noticed a small, white card bookmarked my locker door. When I opened it, the card slipped. I grabbed first my book then get the card and began reading while walking to my next class.

“. . . You’re my Monalisa. You’re my rainbow sky. And my only prayer is that you realize . . . you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes. Dear Yumi, I’m sorry if I will not introduce myself to you. I just made this letter for you to know how much you mean to me. Almost everything, I guess. Hope I made you flatter today. Please keep smiling because your smile completes me. Love lots”

I beamed, hoping that Drew was the one who sent the letter. It actually cheered me up :”)

Drew’s POV

Break time.

I already reserved a seat for Yumi in the cafeteria.

I already ordered her favorite meal: Anchovy Roll Sushi and iced tea.

I scanned the busy room, searching for her. My stomach’s already growling. I checked my watch. It’s already 12:15. The customers are already decreasing and the ice in her tea is already melting. Why isn’t she here yet?

It’s 12:21 and at last she’s now here. “Where have you been?” I asked her in my normal, brotherly voice. “I’ve been waiting for you here for almost an hour. I almost want to touch your sushi.” I joked. She looked out of order as she sits beside me. “Oh, why can’t I paint your face? What’s the matter?”

Yumi cupped her face and pout. It looked good on her. “I’m just annoyed of Chard. He keeps distracting me lately, asking all about my good friend, Miranda and I’m beginning to hate him more!”

Chard is her twenty-year old, athletic brother. He was also my best bad-dy. “Wow, Miranda . . . the girl with the big, blue eyes and blonde hair?”

She glared at me. “Don’t tell me you also like her?” She rolled her eyes.

Sometimes, I want to believe that she’s jealous. But why will she be?

I wanted to tell her that she’s the one that I like . . . but that’s so silly of me.

“I don’t like Miranda . . . Natasha’s better.” I joked.

“Ha-ha.” She said unenthusiastically. “So funny, Drew.”

“It wasn’t my fault that I was born with no sense of humor.” I told her. “Drop the Chard and Miranda topic. Guess what my pets are telling me?” I changed the subject.

“What?” She asked.

“Gobble, gobble, gobble!” I talked with my baby voice.

Yumi laughed. I’m glad that I made her smile after all. “So, let’s eat?” I asked.

She took one French fry from my plate, dipped it to my sour salad cream and ate it whole. “You eat my sushi. I’m done.”

“You mean, that one French fry is your lunch?” I asked her, oddly.

She laughed. “No, fool!” She chewed and chewed her fry then swallowed. “I mean I already ate my lunch. Chard invited me out after school and we ordered a family-sized pizza from Greenwich and he started asking about Miranda while I took the chance to eat the whole pizza. Who’s to be blamed? He’s so interested that he forgot to eat. Look at my tummy, sooo big, yuck.” Yumi showed me her stomach. “I’m really, really stuffed then.” She grinned like a toddler.