Chapter 1
CHACHI
So here I am with my best friend Micheal, we were taking photographs of the newly Wed.
The oath, the crying, the kissing... Ugh! Makes me sick! Talaga lang naman!
Sometimes I just wanna imagine how life would be if there's no wedding, pa fling fling lang.
Weddings? They just bring complications unlike bitching around, flirting and something like sex?
I was home late.
I set my alarm 7:30 a.m. which is 4 and a half hours from now then I went to sleep straight ahead.
When the sun was up, I woke early than my clock when I heard something squeaking in the kitchen.
I saw a kettle bursting and I turned it off and the thing is no one was there and no one turned the stove on.
"This is impossible!" I said turning around to get some milk from the fridge.
whaaaaaat? I know I'm too old for that but I just really love milk and I prefer milk rather than coffee pero umiinom naman ako pero sadyang sa afternoon and evening lang.
"Are you ready for later?" A familiar voice that came from behind me.
"Gio?, what the hell are you doing here?" I said in an angry voice.
"Coffee?, I'm here to Fetch you because I will be there for their request, Micheal is sick." He said while smiling.
"Request? What request?"
"I will be the one making their advertisement and you will be the photographer for the models, they like how you take photographs."
"Like yah... I'm the most popular yet not-so-expensive photographer in the Philippines!"
"I know. That's the reason why I felt in love with you!"
"Shush! I hate that four letter word! And I hate you much more!!!"
"What four letter word? Know? With? Felt? You? Or the words I LOVE YOU?"
"Stupid! The word YOU has only three letters!"
"I know... Because I Love YOU!"
"You know what? I don't really care at all. So back the F off!"
I ended our conversation with a fake "har har" laugh and went in back to my room to prepare and took a bath.
At nang matapos ako maligo, nakita ko siya sa kwarto ko na merong tinitignan...
"Anong ginagawa mo sa kwarto ko? At ano yang tinitignan mo diyan?" Halong galit at seryoso kong sabi.
When he turned to look back at me ang mukha niya parang napariwara at medyo lumuluha.
Last ko siyang nakitang ganyan yung time na may hinahanap siyang babae.
"Lumabas ka nga ng kwarto ko!"
At yun nga...
Lumabas ng walang imik...
Hindi naman siya ganyan ah...
Because he always has a reason to mellow me down when I'm angry.
Maybe I don't know him anymore...
TRUST is my number one priority in having something like relationships!
Because trust is like a paper, once it's crumpled it cannot be perfect again!
So if you wanna know him well...
Stick to me!
Well I mean I know him better than anyone...
I guess.
Don't let his looks take you DOWN!
TEAM CHACHI!!!
Hahaha!
Ano ba ako?
Medyo nababaliw na ata ako ah..
Basta!
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So ...
Gio? My co-worker in my photography studio. A bastard, friendly, sporty and handsome man!
I SAY WHAAAT?
No no! h-he's
yeah I give up...
Maybe that's kinda bit true.
Sadyang habulin ng mga babae...
Pero hindi ako mag papa apekto sa mga bulok niyang style.
Basta basta nalng ako kung maka limot, pero hindi basta basta maka kapag patawad at makuha ang sakit na nararamdaman!
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Sorry if my first chapter isn't so good like the other writers guys!
I will do my best to make it beautiful ever!
Comments and suggestions are badly needed guys!
I am willing to learn from your suggestions...
THANK YOU!!!
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