Can I Be Your Girl

Yvanna Michelle

It It had been my first time in Japan, and I was satisfied that we had gone during the spring season as it constituted to a pleasant weather and abundant growth of trees. The cherry blossoms specifically, were expected to fully bloom this time of the year. My stomach tingled in anticipation as I fascinatedly watched the scenery pass by my eyes in a blur as we drove to our hotel.

"I'm really gonna have to stay in my room the whole day."

Beside me, Tatiana grumbled. She'd been cranky since we landed, and I figured she was one of those people who didn't appreciate flying. Later on she complained of jet lags and how she hated the whole process of flying.

"It's okay. I might do the same."

The ride carried on smoothly with our silence, both of us comforted by it. Although once in a while, I heard a few curses from the girl by my right side, the grey sky that hung above was enough to seal the quiet as I admired it through the car window.

"My gosh, I hate flying!"

Although she'd said it many times moments ago, Tatiana seemed to think that reminding me of her hate of flying once more was necessary. I, on my part, wholeheartedly blocked her whining off of my ears, and focused on the foreign scenery.

Unknowingly, the corners of my mouth quirked upwards. Setting aside the real reason why I was in Japan, the butterflies of thrill and excitement swirling in my stomach were hard to miss. And even though my demeanor showed that of complete indifference, deep inside, I screamed in joy.

Another grumble from the person beside me.

"I can't be sick, or else I'll be missing out half the itinerary!!"

Still, I ignored her whines. Not even when she threw her phone on the floor.

"Yvanna, did you hear me?!"

Snapping could be heard, and the back of my neck burned with her heated stare.

"Yvanna!!"

The smile on my face didn't gradually fade. That was because, I actually fought to pin it up. But when she started yanking me—the self-centered girl that she was—I had to let it drop faster than an eyewink.

"Yes I heard you! And no, you're not missing half of the itinerary because it actually starts tomorrow! Weren't you listening to Grey a while ago?!"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes before turning her left cheek to me and ignoring me.

A nerve at the side of my head ticked, but I stayed calm and ignored her too.

"Gosh, I'm getting a headache!"

As if I wasn't already.

*****

It was six in the morning when all of us finally settled in our respective hotel rooms. I thanked God and Mr. Powell for considering my mental health and assigned Tatiana and I in different rooms. In all honesty, the thought of sharing a room with her scared me. I could barely manage her for an hour, what more If I actually spent ninety percent of my day with her?

Slightly chilled, I immediately changed into my most comfortable pajamas—a loose two-piece baby blue silk pants and long-sleeved button-down—and crawled under the comforter of my circular bed.

I sighed, utterly tired and drowsy.

As my eyes fluttered shut, an image appeared in my head. One that brought a sudden increase of cadence and crescendo of the beating of my heart.