April
Hmmm... Our kitchen just turned into heaven. Brownies have always been my favorite, my stress-buster, my source of joy and I'm so lucky because my best friend bakes the best brownies in the universe.
"Ouch!," I yelped when Ella hit my hand.
"Hands off, brownie monster! Will you please stay in your room and let me be?! Go lose yourself in your favorite chick flick."
"Watching the best movie would be more fun when you have a brownie or two to munch. Can't you spare some for your bessy? Ever heard of free taste?"
"Free taste? You had the first batch of brownies I baked. Eight brownies! These ones are mine!"
"Ooops. Sorry about that."
"You're not having any of these unless you tell me about Troy."
My eyes grew wide when she finished her sentence.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh please. Don't play games with me, Martinez. I know you too well for me not to notice you like him."
"You're crazy, Alonzo. I don't... like him. I mean, yeah sure. He saved me last night and I'm thankful but that's it."
She eyed me suspiciously before asking,"Then why have you been thinking of him?"
"I haven't! Mind you, I don't have any feelings for him whatsoever. He is a stranger. Besides, it's your fault I tripped. I would have been crippled by now, if he wasn't there to catch me."
"And since when did your recklessness become my fault?"
"You made me wear those 4inch stilettos when you're perfectly aware that I don't wear heels!"
She laughed before saying,"One day, you're gonna thank me for that. You wouldn't have met Troy, if it weren't for those heels."
I rolled my eyes at her as I tried my best to pretend I wasn't affected. I didn't realize I've been too obvious. Ella's right. I've been thinking of Troy. When we were dancing with Migs, I imagined what it feels like to dance with him. I haven't gotten any sleep because I've been replaying what happened last night in my head. How he stared at me, like I'm the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. How his eyes sparkled when he smiled at me. How he defended me against Cheska's accusations. I wonder if I'll ever see him again.
I went to my room and decided to just focus on the movie. It's already 11:15 in the evening but we're still up. We watched Letters To Juliet, A Walk To Remember and The Notebook earlier. We're now down to the last movie in our list, Serendipity.
I have always loved the idea of destiny; the thought that two people, if meant to be, will still end up together even if the whole world meddles. That two people if destined to be together, will find their way back to each other, no matter what happens. No matter how long they've been separated. Just like the story of Jonathan and Sara in the movie, Serendipity.
Jonathan and Sara first met at a shop when they happened to like the same pair of black gloves. They felt a mutual attraction even if both of them were in a relationship. They were supposed to exchange phone numbers when a strong wind blew the paper with Sara's. Believing in destiny, Sara asked Jonathan to write his name and number on a $5 bill, while she wrote hers on the inside cover of a copy of the book, Love in the Time of Cholera. If they're made for each other, he will find the book and she will find the $5 bill. And guess what? They did find each other, three years later. Fate brought them together.
"I just love happy endings!," I beamed.
"Why don't you get yours?," Ella asked before stuffing a brownie in her mouth. My eyes were glued to the TV that I didn't see her enter the room.
