Four Snowballs' Chance In Hell

AVD: Speed Limit

Yeah, maybe they could be called the Spice Girls. Or the Backstreet Boys. NSync. The hell they care.

They have been friends since eternity. They grew up together. They took a bath altogether once upon a time. They had their own shares of kampihan moments. They had their pictures under a Christmas tree with their oversized shirts and loose pants. They were a group. And they were neighbors.

They were the tenth generation of Mahatma Gandhi, Confucius, Sun Yat-sen, Andres Bonifacio, and Maria Kalaw-Katigbak genealogy.

Yes, who would have known that Bonifacio and Gandhi were friends before the latter fought for racial injustice?

And now that they were on their tenth life, they maintained the same kind of friendship.

What I just said seemed impossible, right?

I know, I know. That was exactly the point. It seemed as impossible for a chocolate not to be eaten when presented.

The same as an 'almost impossibility' of a person finding herself, or himself, in the path of true love.

But when it happens, what exactly would be the chance of hearing him or her say 'I Love You Too'?

What was her chance in hitting the jackpot on a roulette?

What was a snowball's chance of not melting in hell?

This is my Kapitbahay series. In one cover. In alternating narration and craziness taketurns.

This would have a very slow update until I finish War, Love, Guns, and Kisses. I'm still working too on Nasaan Ka Na Ba, On My Way Na. You may read the completed stories too.

I hope this would give you a fresh start. I've given Jeric Teng two well loved stories. I owe these next guys a pedestal. So here they are.

AVD are my initials, so do not think much as to what it means.

As I introduce the characters in the first four chapters, just guess who would be the portrayer. No cheating. Do not look at the cover.