Dream Guy

41st

Vallerie's POV:

Am I strong? No, fuck no.

If I were, I won't be crying in my room—again.

I threw another crumpled tissue sa floor that was used to wipe my tears away.

Leche, Yildeen Zamien! Masaya ka na ba? Masaya ka bang maisip na I'm probably crying over you?

I was busy crying but hell, someone had to ring the doorbell.

Madali kong nilagay ang mga tissue sa ilalim ng bed ko. Kung sino man yun, di niya pwedeng malaman na umiiyak ako.

I took my trusted shades and put them on. Wala na kong pakielam kung ang weird tingnan ng isang taong naka-shades sa loob ng bahay.

I opened the door when the person has rung the doorbell for numerous times, annoying me.

"Wha-?! Huh?" Taka kong sinabi. Before me stood a guy wearing black clothes all over. Grim reaper? Is that you? Patay na ba ko? Oh thank you take me now.

Gaga, Vie. Hindi ka nagpakamatay or pinatay. Buhay ka girl.

"Excuse me who are you?" I asked the guy. He looked at me dahil nakatingin siya sa floor kanina and he's wearing a cap.

I gasped when I recognized the face.

"Clinton" sabi ko. He removed his cap and winked at me. "The one and only"

After saying those words, even without my consent, he went inside my unit like as if it's his.

"Hmm, it smells like alcohol here. Alcoholic ka ba?" He asked. I shook my head. "Liar. You probably drink beer a lot because of my brother" he said.

So he knows.

"How did you know my unit and why are you here?" I asked him he faced me.

"I asked YZ. I interrogated him until he gave up and gave me your unit number. And why am I here? Simple. I'll help you move on" sabi niya like helping me move on is the easiest thing on earth.

"What? Why would you help me move on? And we're not even friends" sabi ko. "Plus, aren't you going to side with your brother?"

"Oh psh. Asa siya. Lagi kaming opposite sides" sabi niya, totally ignoring my "why would you help me move on" question. But I ignored that too.

"Now expect me to come here often, and also expect me to sleep here at times" sabi niya and smiled. I raised an eyebrow.

"And kung naka move on na ko? What will you do?" I asked. "Either we'll stay friends, I'll leave, or..." he said then paused. My eyebrow automatically went higher.

"Maybe we can be more than friends, if feelings develop" he simply said.

Seriously, Zamiens?