Adventures of Captainnamerika

Chapter Twelve

It was a lovely Saturday morning in the big but serene city. . .

Men in business suits walking down the pavement on their way to work.

Kids playing, joggers running, dog-walkers strolling at the classic sunken park.

A group of friends wandering around the avenue which filled the place with laughter and good vibes.

Indeed, it was gonna be a great day for most people.

Except. . .

A double door slammed off its hinges of a two-story colonial, nearly causing an earthquake.

A girl came out crying.

"You're the worst boyfriend ever!" she screamed.

A boy popped out of the door wearing nothing but his Calvin Klein boxers. His six-pack was on display like a mannequin straight out of Calvin Klein as well.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked with his left eyebrow arched up, looking confused.

She came closer to the man. "I even made a story about us, you jerk! I've spent two years writing that crap and you didn't even notice!"

He grabbed the woman's shoulders and looked at her straight in the eyes.

"You're delusional. We never dated. It's all in your head."

The girl was about to speak up and defend herself when suddenly a girl came out of the door barefoot. She was a curvy brunette wearing a white tank and denim shorts. Much to say, she was utterly beautiful.

"What's going on, sweetums?" The sweet, sultry voice somehow loosened up the tension around the two people.

The boy loosened up his hands wrapped around the girl's shoulders and let it go. He sighed loudly.

"Nothing, baby. We're just talking."

She nodded in understanding and looked at the crying lady. She came closer.

She smiled and reached out a hand.

"Hi! I'm Joyce. You must be one of my boyfriend's friends. What's your name?"

The girl couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like she was dreaming a nightmare between a nightmare. The awful atmosphere was filling up her lungs, she couldn't breathe.

After a few seconds. . . THUD!

Total blackness erupted her eyes unconciously.

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It was a dream. It was just a stupid dream.

The sun was rising early. The ray of sunshine was pouring on my face like a hint of summer. I got up getting all cranky. I couldn't sleep that night for I had curlers overnight. I had to sleep in a side position so that my curlers wouldn't fall off.

But I was suffering for 2 hours. So I was like, "Why bother?"

So I laid flat on my back and didn't bother the bumps of the curlers on my head. The most important thing is I get a good night's sleep.

Unfortunately, I couldn't.

But why was I on curlers overnight? Our class is having speech choir for Filipino. Sometimes, I get sick and tired of the practices on every competition. It was a waste of voice because I have to scream on my classmates so that they could get their shit together. But their always fucked up!! (Pardon my French!) Acting like kids which they're not.

Anyway, I was acting as the sosy girl who has a lot of stagy, arrogant, backstabbing friends. That's why I had curlers on. Also, I was going to do some interpretive dances. BTW: Of all the parts my classmates had, I had the best part of all. Why you ask? Two words: TALENT-ED. I didn't have to scream like the lead role did. Which was a guy.

I got up at 6:00 a.m. So I was behind schedule. I had to do my hair and makeup. I did everything as fast as I could and went to school at 7:05. The contest starts at 7:30. I went to the classroom and it was like I was at a backstage of a fashion show. A lot were hurriedly getting ready. My girls were having their curlers on like I told them too. But some other parts like the geeks also had curlers on. That's what I call INTIMIDATION.

Our adviser was screaming telling the late comers (That's me!) to get ready. I ran fast to the girl's restroom which was two doors away and changed into my printed T-shirt which looks like the Philippine Flag in a unique way but the idea just came from a classmate's notebook and white leggings. We were gonna perform barefoot so I took off my school shoes.

When I came back, our teacher came to me and stapled a piece of black paper in the logo of our T-shirt. But will be removed at the middle of the performance.

To me, it was just a waste. But at least it was a good thing.

When we came to the hall which was the venue, we went backstage.

Now I know you're asking.

Why am I saying this entire descriptive, boring story of what I did that day?

Well, because, it was the start of a pure euphoria. The first time I felt that he liked me. Yup! You heard a "HE". This is actually a love story. What's unique about this is because it's a different love story, only is my love story.

Actually, it relates to any poetry, books and movies I've seen and heard. Or maybe I'm just hallucinating? But why is there a need to tell you this?

Because I'm pretty much stoked.

Because it feels like a pretty good dream that's happening in the real world.

It's much better!

Of course there were people that squeezed in but there's no people stopping us. My love story started at my sophomore year. Also there were bad things happening.

It's a rush. It's an inexplicable joy.

Yet,

No matter how much happiness fills your heart, it can break and hurt too much.

One minute you're having the time of your life but two seconds later, you just wanted to punch him so badly and vanish into thin air.

Love is weird.

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Hey, loves! So this chapter is like a little catch-up to my #ThursdayThrowback which I didn't write one last Thursday. (Sorry.)

I've been reading books my whole life and I started writing like I was 8 or something. (The first thing I wrote that time were chicken scratches! Lol.)

The second thing I wrote though were lyrics. Like the songs. And poems, articles then stories.

What you just read is a piece I wrote two years ago. Back when I was madly in love whom I thought was my Prince Charming. This was the story where I am the total idiot who was blinded with love.

So far, I think this was the best idea I came up with the stories I made.

This novel is entitled Hidden. Why? Well, let me just quote this last two lines I've composed from the poem I wrote about.

Guess you'll just be my friend,

And my love for you will always be hidden.

I know, it's a terrible world I live in.

But come to think of it, maybe I should continue writing Hidden. And post it on Wattpad so that you'll get a chance to read it. I think you're gonna love it!

P.S. I wrote this story back when I was drunk. . . drunk in total stupidity and hatred and...chocolates!

You know what they say, "Write drunk, Edit sober."

Till the next odyssey!

-Captainnamerika 😘