Anthology

stitches

A "you're my younger sister's best friend AU" for Wes and Rocky (IIF/TMEUAS). Rocky is a year younger than Wes here :)

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"Wow, totoo ba 'to? Marunong kang magtahi, Chel?"

Gasping, Rocky quickly clutched at the side of her blouse again before Wes could see the gaping hole on her blouse. However, she immediately yelp and tore her hands away as she felt the needle pierce the tip of her thumb.

"Oh shit," she gasped, upon seieng a tiny droplet of blood on her finger.

Wes noticed it, too, and a wave of guilt crashed against him. Wrong timing pala na simulan ngayon ang verbal sparing match nila. "Sorry, hindi ko sinasadya," he said, taking a napkin from the dispenser and wrapping it around her thumb. Rocky only glared at him, and with her free hand, gathered up the material of her blouse again.

"Ano bang trip mo at dito ka pa sa Pop's nagtatahi? Iniwan ka ba ni Anais?" he asked.

"Wala kang pake," she spat.

He quirked an eyebrow, looking down at the forgotten sewing kit on the table.

"Ugh, bwiset ka." Rolling her eyes, Rocky pulled her hand away from his, holding the napkin tightly in her fist. "Sumabit yung blouse ko sa locker kaya nabutas, okay? Si Pops agad naisip kong may sewing kit or something kaya nandito ako. Ba't ba pakialamero ka?"

"Wala lang. Nakikinig ka ba sa TLE class niyo?"

"Bakit na naman?"

"Kasi ang pangit ng running stitch mo. Hindi pantay."

"Sorry naman po sa TLE Club president. Pansamantala lang 'to. Ipapatahi ko rin yan kay Mommy pag-uwi."

"Sus, inabala mo pa nanay mo. Madali lang yan, oy. Third year high school ka na pero 'di ka pa rin marunong magtahi."

"Hoy, Wes. Kung nag-e-enjoy ka sa paggawa ng TLE projects ni Anais, wag mo na akong idamay, okay?"

"H-huh?" Wes' smirk faltered. "Hindi ako ang gumaga--"

"Oh, stop it. Anais told me everything. Na favorite past time mo ang paggawa ng cross stitch!" This time, Rocky's smirk grew wider. "Better siguro na umuwi ka na lang at magburda, Wesley."

Lagot sa kanya si Anais mamayang dinner. Bakit ba kailangan niyang ikwento sa best friend niyang Wicked Witch ang hilig niya sa pagtatahi at cross stitch? Ano bang masama kung nakakarelax para sa kanya 'yon?

He glanced at his watch. "Oy, malapit na mag-5:30 pm. Di ba may review kayo para sa quiz bee? Male-late ka niyan sige ka."

"Aww shocks. You care."

"Do you want help?"

"Not from you."

"Umamin ka, Chel. Hindi ka talaga marunong magtahi, ano?"

"Tse! Umalis ka na nga! Kaya ko na 'to!"

To prove his point, Wes took the needle and gingerly pried Rocky's fingers away from her blouse. Despite her paranoia of saving her modesty, the hole was near the hem of her blouse and hardly revealed any more skin. Wes chuckled, and before Rocky could protest, began to sew on the hole.

"Hay naku, Chel. Ang swerte sa 'yo ng mapapangasawa mo. Ang dami mong alam na gawaing bahay," he murmured sarcastically, still smiling.

Rocky, who had been gawking at Wes' efficiency with the tiny needle, drew her brow down. "Excuse me, medyo sexist ang comment mo. So you're saying na hindi ako wife material kung kaunti lang ang alam kong gawaing bahay?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"Eh ano? Ang unfair lang, hoy. Dapat marunong din ang mga lalaki ng gawaing bahay!"

"Marunong naman ako ah!"

"Eh 'di ikaw na! Bigyan ng pink apron! Magpakasal ka na rin!"

"Sus, Chel. Ang sabihin mo gusto mo lang akong makita na naka-apron."

"Ang sabihin mo gusto mo lang akong maging asawa mo!"

They both paused, the bickering dying as Rocky's words sunk into them. Their eyes clashed awkwardly for a moment, before color flooded their cheeks and they laughed.