(Forever On Hold) When The Moon Rose On The West

Doppler Effect: Accidental Stalking

All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close up.

#SunsetBoulevard

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He ran inside the court twice as a warm up. He hasn't played for the past two months and he needs to move some before they start their strenuous and strict practice ahead of them. He just finished his second class and he has to go to the gym thirty minutes after taking a short break. Luckily, he saw the rest of the team about to go to the gymnasium.

"Thomas!" he shouted while running to get to them. The guy looked behind and saw him.

"Shit man! I haven't seen you for the longest time!" Thomas said and shook his hand. "You look handsome! Nakakabading ka na Pare!"

He laughed while he fist bumped with the rest. As soon as vacation came, he went to California right away to be with his family. The new schoolyear has just started and he didn't get the chance to see them for the past week.

"What did the great AVO do while he was away?"

Arnold Van Opstal.

He is a third year International Studies student who takes the Center position of the Green Archers. His family is based in the US and so he makes it a point to visit them whenever he can. He just got back a week ago after a long vacation.

With a height of 6'9", Arnold is easily spotted by everyone which makes it hard for him to hide when he doesn't want to be found. Though he is an asset to the team because of his height advantage.

"The sun just really did good on me while I was away," he answered and smiled. He did not do anything other than sleep, eat, and go to the beach.

"Found some new girlfriends along the way?" LA, one of their point guards, asked him. "Perhaps got someone pregnant along the way?"

He laughed. "Shut up. I'm not that type of guy. I make sure I clean every mess I make."

"I saw you talking to a Med student a few days ago," Norbert added. "You know her?"

"I don't remember talking to any Med student. I don't even know anyone from their department," he said.

"I saw you with my two eyes, don't lie to me. She's tall and her hair's long and wavy. Colored chestnut brown. She's pretty," he described her.

AVO answered with a mocking laughter. "Where on earth did you learn that fucking chestnut brown shade? It's just either brown or black."

"I know that color," he disregarded his comment. "What's her name?"

"I don't know who you are talking to. I don't know any Med genius," he shrugged it off. "I haven't really seen any pretty one who knows how to have fun the way I do. They're always facing their books and the cadavers."

"I doubt it. You just met one," he insisted. "She looks like Isabelle Daza. Only that she's white skinned."

And a light bulb turned on. He remembers her well. He didn't notice the uniform.

He only noticed the face.

Small eyes, not too rounded. Black.

Long eye lashes.

Long nose, but not too long.

Thin lips. Pink ones.

Long, curly hair.

Clinique Happy scent.

Clean hands, fingernails unpainted.

She is his definition of perfect and attracted himself, he took her fingers and sucked the blood flowing from her fingers cut by a broken piece of her mirror.