LOVE NOTES [Complete]

WILL YOU MISS ME?

A/N: for my Fave #LizQuen!
Don't forget to watch #Bagani on March 05!

Liza POV:

People tell me at the rate that I'm going, I'll end up as a 40-year-old virgin living with twenty cats and three goldfishes.

I beg to differ.

Okay, so I have never involved myself in any romantic relationship; never laced my fingers through a boy's; never pressed my lips against another...

Pero nineteen lang ako, damn it. At sino bang may paki kung wala pa akong nagiging boyfriend?

I voiced my opinion out loud one bright Sunday evening to my best friend, Julia over a pool one night and that bloody arse of a friend just laughed.

No, really.
And when I gave her that stare and demanded an explanation to her odd behaviour, she rolled her eyes and helped herself to another spoonful of ice-cream. I didn't fail to notice the upward curve that braced her lips during the process.

"You should start picking out your cats, Liza," My jaw dropped.
"Wow as if nagka-boyfriend ka na!" Sabi ko sa kanya
"At least nakikipag-minggle ako sa opposite sex." Julia said proudly to me.
"What minggle you're talking about....oh I knew it....yun ba yung walang sawang pakikipag-away mo kay Daniel?" Sambit ko sa kanya alam kong maiinis na naman sya
"Daniel who?"
"Daniel....Kylie's cousin.....ring a bell?" I teased her and all i got is a dead stare from her and I couldn't help myself but to laugh.

But deep inside me nananatili ang isipin na di ko naman kailangan na magmadali sa love....

but you need to be in love; said by the other side of my brain.

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The following Tuesday morning found me on the much adored school bus, yawning as I hugged my thermos of hot cocoa to my chest.

It was 7.30 a.m.
And I'm not exactly a 7.30 a.m. kind of person.

"Mind if I sit?"

I tore my gaze away from the window and turned towards the voice that shook me out of my reverie. It wasn't the typical deep, hoarse tone that I've grown used to hearing.

But it was deep enough, I decided with an inward smile. And it has a melodious hum to it.

Somewhat.
What made said smile grow wider, though, was the owner of the voice.

He has black hair, black as the raven that covers just the right side of his beautiful brown eyes, and a smile that would melt any girl's heart. A perfect combination, if you ask me.
He's probably not over 6 feet tall, but tall enough considering the fact that his knees were pressed uncomfortably against the back of the seat in front of him...

Oh, wait. Naka-upo na siya sa tabi ko di pa man ako sumasagot.
Well, so much for seeking permission from a lady.
I hugged my thermos tighter and sent him a glare.

"Looks like you've already made your own decision." I said promptly, then turned to look out the window again. The sun was just peeking shyly from its bed, sending a ray of light and brightening up the sky. It was a picturesque view.

Something I would've taken pleasure in staring at for the next fifteen minutes, had he not spoken.

"I like your bag." He complimented, his brown eyes browsing my face. Despite my will, I found myself praying that his piercing eyes wouldn't be able to spot the ill-concealed zit on the side of my forehead.

"Salamat." I muttered, saka ako ngumiti sa kanya na may pagka-friendly. Though honestly, I don't know what he can possibly like about my old, vandalized bag. It was white with dirty black spots splattered all over it from my art class, and random, meaningless words drawn all over it using my fabric markers.