Totally Cliche

I came to prom for Lucas to adore me in my pretty rose gold dress and my 3 1/2 inches of sinfully beautiful pumps the same color as my dress.

And where was he, you ask?

Well, he's off to goodness-knows-where doing student council president stuff like the responsible sweetheart he is while I was out in the gardens of the venue, sulking.

Way to go, love!

I closed my eyes to soak in the chill of the open air, an effective distraction to the awful ache of disappointment wedging itself in my throat.

Crunch!

My eyes snapped open at the sudden noise, feeling my heart jump out of its stupor, then jumped again seeing him in front of me. 

"Maya, I've been looking for you everywhere." Lucas said, concern gracing his face, his eyes stuck on me, seemingly drinking me in. My breath was stolen by that look. God, I needed to see him. 

"That would have been unnecessary if you were beside me all along." I quipped, stubbornly holding on to my grudge.

He stared at me, regret coating his warm hazel eyes. Head hung low, he reached out for my arms, pulling me into his chest so that I was engulfed by him.

"Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento..." He mumbled.

And just like that, I was melting, feeling at home in the tenderness he brings. 

"I'm sorry I ruined things for you. This was supposed to be perfect and I should have put you first." He whispered as we stayed unmoving, both knowing how right this feels, how right us feels. 

I slightly pulled back to stare at his face, cradling it in between my palms. He refused to meet my eyes, his guilt reflected in them. I rolled my eyes. 

And I was supposed to be the drama queen. 

"Hey, look at me. You're here now, right? And we still have what, an hour? Time is ticking, sinta. Let's make prom perfect." His lips slowly turned up into a sweet smile that made my heart lost its bearings. Ooof, this boy is going to give me arrhythmia.

"Bring out your phone and earphones." I said, well, more like ordered.

"Why?" he asked.

"Let's dance." I smiled widely, daringly. He mirrored my smile, his expression saying oh my god, my girlfriend is a genius, what a catch. 

No bias in my assumptions involved whatsoever. 

With both of us having an earphone in one ear, we started swaying to Home by Reese Lansangan. I saw his mouth moved subtlely, whispering, hoping it was safely carried by the wind. I didn't need to hear his words. I knew them like the back of my hand, like the seams of his lips.

Te encanto. Te quiero mucho. Te amo. 

I love you in every way that is possible.

"Me too. Mahal kita. Mahal na mahal na mahal kita."

And in the darkness of the night, our native tongues sealed these promises in our hearts.

...Prom was totally cliche.