“Closer,” shouts one of the people amongst the crowd. “We’re gonna win this!” said Tita Claire. “Absolutely!” My mom responded with assurance. My mom and Tita Claire were really best of friends. They are really unbreakable even when they tied the knots, and got their own precious children. That includes me of course! Tita Claire raised two children namely Karyl her younger daughter and Drake “Oh la la!My husband to be,” as I claimed it. Actually, this wasn’t my idea to remind you people. My mom and Tita Claire were as close as leech ever and as die hard as ever that they reached to the point in which I say it did a favor for me. They want us to end up together, so I grew up admiring him. It wasn’t really that hard.
We were still in 6th grade, and the best friends were very busy because they wanted as to win in the models in the search for “The Coolest Kids”. “Lean on her darling,” said Tita Claire. My mom is a busy woman .Nevertheless, she inserts time for mothering her daughter. She went out first for she still had to go back to work. She asked Tita to take care of everything.
I lean my elbow on his shoulder to make a pose. He was wearing a white suit with a black bow, and I was wearing a blue balloon dress with ruffles. Did I ever mention wearing a crown? Hello?! I’m a princess. All in all, we looked like majesties with a white castle background. As I leaned my elbow , he suddenly got his arm distanced from my elbow. I lost my balance and fell down. “Mom! Aren’t we done yet? “ he said with annoyance “Look what you’ve done. Darling, are you okay?” Tita Claire worriedly assisted me to stand up. .”Yes, tita. I was just out of balance.” I answered. She looked back at Drew and said “Drew, didn’t we talk about this? Do you want an x-box or what?” “Mom! You can’t do this to me,” he yelled with intense disgust. He went forcefully to the set. He took a fake smile while posing. He made a bit space away from me. Wise me, I didn’t settle for that. I got closer and have my pose. You could see the disgust on his face. He’s handsome and kinda snob guy, but you know what they call “tough love”.
“That’s a wrap!” the photographer announced. Tita Claire kept all the things, so we can go. She also managed to talk to the photographer about the photos. I was taking a bite of my favorite chocolate “Sneakers”. He stared at me. “Want some? I reserved one for you.” as I picked from my blue purse. “Pig” he taunted. Say it to me, but I’m already used at his behavior.
It’s cute actually. I knew deep inside he has a huge crush on me. I smiled widely that showed my blue braces that turned brown with chocolates on it. He ignored me, and turned his back. He talked to his mom, “ Mom! Common! Let’s go!” “Coming!” his mom answered. Tita fixed our all our belongings.
As my tita reached our house, by the way we live in the same village at Patricia heights. Their house is located few blocks from our house. You see now how close our parents are. Tita pulled over the car outside our gate. My mom was waiting outside. Tita went off the car as I followed her. The best buds were chatting about the photo shoot that we had. I just smilingly stared at the two. I couldn’t understand some as they call it adult talks. I glanced at Drake. He was so busy listening music with his ipad. “Bye Kath. I see you around this weekend. We’ll be cooking my new recipes.” Tita uttered. She looked at me saying “Goodbye my pretty princess Ciana.” I giggled as most kids do. I waved goodbye to tita. Of course, I can’t forget to say goodbye to my “D” as in Drew obviously speaking. I walked towards the car. The windshield was closed ,so I knocked loudly. He looked at me. I waved with my overwhelming smile. He stared a bit, and continued listening to his ipad. His mom got into her car. She started the engine ,and beep the horn to signal that they were going.
“Sweety, let’s call it a day.I cooked your favorite fried chicken!” my mom smiled looking at me. “That sounds yummy!” my eyes glittered.
Few years later…………….
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