WARNING! LE SHIT GRAMMAR AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED... :)
Sunday.
My most dreaded day of the week.
I don't have Showtime. I don't have ASAP. I don't have any shootings. I don't have any interviews. I don't have any guestings.
In short, today is my lazy day.
Don't get me wrong. I like to relax and take a break sometimes. But, you know that feeling that something is missing? I'm a bit of a work-a-holic, I think that's why. And I don't want to be left out.
On the bright side, I would be wearing my pajamas all day long, I would be in a messy bun, which I don't really do everyday, and a day of popcorn, movies and sweets. Heaven!
Knock. Knock.
Or not.
Seriously? 8 in the morning? Who dares to destroy my lazy day?
I literally dragged my body away from bed and walked towards the door. This should be important. Grrr...
"Yellow!" A voice echoed my condo as the person who belongs it strutted his way through my living room with hands filled with... things I can't make out seeing because I'm still groggy of the early presense of this sunday ruiner, loud knocker, leopard print leggings wearer with a large white shirt that says really? in neon orange with uggs boots, slicked back brownish black haired dude who wore slight make up. Wait, what?
I ran my eyes up and down to the person in front of me and blinked, rubbing my hands on my eyes. I blinked even harder when I made out his face.
"Vii...ce?" Confused.
"Uh uh..."
"Vice?!" Wide-eyed.
"Naka unicorns ka pa, Kurba." He gestures my pjs.
"Vice! Shit!" Then, I ran quickly to get to the bedroom as he started laughing. He laughed harder when I hit the wall and stumbled back.
That, people, is how you embarass yourself to someone... someone.
Picture this. I have a trail of drool in my right cheek. My hair's sticking out in different angles, resembling a bird's nest. My eyes are twitching weirdly and the bags under my eyes didn't even help make myself less discerning.
And that is how it's to be done. Kill me right now.
I did everything to make me look house presentable since I'm not going out today in 10 minutes flat. I found Vice siting comfortably in my couch with a scrunched forehead and his eyes in his Iphone.
"Everything alright?" I asked as I joined him in my couch. He composed himself quickly, his expressions soften.
"Wala 'to, Kurba. Stress lang aker. Kaya nga... andito ako para manggulo ng pamamahay mo!" He smiled wide, not hinting his tinge of stress. I slapped his arm as I went tsk tsk. (Haha... stress din si author. walang pakealaman. :) naiintindihan niyo naman eh.)
"Grabe, condo ko pa talaga. Bakit hindi na lang kay Anne or Billy or Vhong? Bakit sa akin?" I whined.
"Bakit hindi?" He countered.
"Ughh... Wala na. Nakapasok ka na eh. Alangan namang palabasin pa kita." I rolled my eyes.
You all would be wondering why I acted like a baby and not the usual Karylle act, the timid and Victorian lady-like Karylle. Hello, people! I'm human too.
I get irritated and stubborn at times.
Apparently, his plan was to be part of my lazy day routine, his words. So it shall. :)
We pigged out all the food(s) he brought and laid the set of DVDs he and I have to watch throughout the day.
We picked comedy first, of course he always want that. Then, I eyed The Proposal (author likes it, don't judge) . I picked it and put on my very puppy dog eyes.
"Vicee?"
"'Kay." He sighed in defeat. "Slight comedy din naman yan eh. Gora na!" I rolled my eyes in his somewhat fake excitement.
Towards the middle of the film, Vice's phone buzzes. Again. For the fifth time. Yes, I counted. He, then again, scrunched his forehead but, turned off his cell, never replying whoever that is. I mustered up some courage to ask if he is well. He just shrugged it off and said that Team Vice is bugging him to join them clubbing, which he doesn't want now.
As the movie ends with I in tears, the bowl of buttery goodness empties.
"Hey, I'll just get more... popcorn?" Standing up, I saw Vice with a darkened face. Something's really off with him.
"Samahan na kita." He said in a sullen tone.
We headed to the kitchen and placed the bag of popcorn in the microwave. I turned around and see Vice leaning on the counter. I slowly walked up to him and gently placed my hand in his'. He stiffened at the touch but didn't say anything. I rubbed his' back just to comfort him, a bit.
"I wish I knew how to make you feel better."
I don't know how this happened, but suddenly I'm on top of the counter and Vice's lips are on mine.
