Serendipitous Fate (PerthSaint)

Chapter 7

                 Building Good Rapport

After all that has happened between Perth and Saint, they have been cordially treating each other. They've going here and there together.

PERTH's POV

Since that day in the market, that has been our common routine on weekends. Every weekend aunt Jane and aunt Haidee goes to the market, with Saint driving the car and me as the carrier of all stuffs my aunt bought, and same to Saint with aunt Jane. I don't know why Saint do the driving even though their driver is now back. That's his business so I shouldn't interfere into it.

So for the past few days Saint and I have been going together to school and goes back home together. It wasn't really planned but for some reasons, we always have been bumping to each other whenever we go out of our houses when we go to our school. If ever that Saint is still not around when I go out, I wait outside so we can go together and him to me too. I don't know but I guess going to school together has been our habit. Every after school, Saint waits for me in the bench cause they usually finish class earlier than ours, and we go home together and sometimes we even go around town to eat at stalls and go to stores and shop for things. It just weird cause Saint is confidently good in paying in stores, but he gets confused on the payment in the stall, but maybe he's just used to buying in stalls.

Last Sunday, aunt Haidee and aunt Jane talked about going to a beach tomorrow. They have been talking about it for weeks, and as what I can see, they are quite ready for it. I don't know if Saint will be going because the day after the said beach trip, they will have their exams. I didn't really asked him if he would join, but I wish he would because I'm not really that close to my aunt's offsprings and I don't really interact with them that much. Saint has been a pretty good companion, even John is getting jealous of our friendship. I don't understand him, his acting like a little kid who don't want to share his toys to others. Hahahaha. But I know that he's just missing those times we go walk around the town together. It's not that I don't want to do escapades with him, it's just that we always bond around the classroom, so it's just right that I give my other friend my time when I'm not in the classroom.

John has also been over thinking things about the score between Saint and I. Like he always teases me about Saint, telling me that he's my boyfriend and all. I don't know what's happening to him but an "us" between Saint and I is so blur, like it can't happen. I'm not really saying that it's impossible but in our case, we are both guys. I'm not really crossing out the possibility that I may fall for a guy, especially after the kiss that happened between us. I'm saying that I really still couldn't get over our kiss, but I know Saint have. Saint is so handsome, I know that it's weird for a guy to be saying that but he really is handsome and I'm just, I'm just an average looking guy. Whatever and however I think about it, I seem to not think of Saint getting in love with me. Saint came from a well-known family, and he's kind of an attraction, a sight that people could look at all day.

Going back to what I was talking about, so we will be having our beach trip tomorrow, I'm really thinking about it too much. I'm thinking of bringing John with me, and I've already asked aunt Haidee about it and she said okay with it. I should make sure that I could have someone to talk to in our trip so I should really bring him because Saint going to the trip is a 50/50 chance of him going and not. So right now, I am looking for his name in my phone list. Tap, as I saw his name. His phone is now ringing, so I'm just here waiting for him to pick up the call. It has been a while since it rang but John is still not picking up, and so I just cancelled the call and thought of just texting him. As I was typing my message, someone called, and it was John.

"Hello?", John said in a question way.

"John.", I said.

"Why did you call me?", he asked.