Serendipitous Fate (PerthSaint)

Chapter 8

Fallin' while Beachin'

The night before this day, Saint couldn't really sleep peacefully because he kept on thinking about the poem that Perth made. He was over thinking things that he keeps on opening his eyes even if he really wanted to sleep.

SAINT's POV

I don't know why Perth chose that event as something "he couldn't forget". He wrote it without even thinking how I'll feel about it. I know he was smiling throughout his writing time, cause I saw him. Why was he smiling writing that? Does he consider that kiss as something he wants to remember? Did he like it? What's wrong with him? I'm really confused now. I'm kind of sure now that I like him, but I know a relationship with him is quite impossible. Why is he giving me hope? Why does he have to do things that makes me blush and gives me butterflies in my stomach? I hope he stops doing that, cause I don't want to hope and just get hurt after.

It's the first time that I felt this way for someone, and the critical thing about it is the fact that I like someone in the same age. I know in a fact that same-sex relationships are still not embraced by everyone, there are still those who finds a relationship between two people with the same sex unnatural and ungodly. I've had enough of people's traditional belief, I'm so done with their discriminative tradition. Some people might say that I'm only disagreeing to the gender issues because I'm becoming like them, but no it's not like that. Even in highschool I already have this belief that anyone can love any gender, because love is love, it isn't about sexuality.

So going back to my issue with Perth, I've given it a thought now, and I've been thinking of putting myself a distance to Perth. I should really be distant, cause it won't be good if I'll keep on getting near him, because it will only develop my feelings for him more and that means making the situation worst. I should start it today, in the beach. I should try to ignore him as possible. And that being said, I should prepare my things for the swimming.

THIRD PERSON POV

While Saint was preparing his things, Perth on the other hand, is ready together with John, just waiting for his aunt. They're gonna be using Saint's car and their family van as transportation going to the beach. Perth was thinking of going to Saint so he climb up, leaving John behind.

"Saint! Saint! Are you gonna come?", Perth said sneaking into his window.

But Saint didn't respond so he lay down to his bed and bury himself in there.

PERTH's POV

It's already 10:00, so Saint should be awake now. Did he go somewhere to study? Did he go to his friends house? Where could he be? I don't get myself, why do I always look for him? Lately, I've been really thinking about of him. I've been unconsciously smiling whenever I see him and he reminds of me of so much things, like everything. I don't know, but maybe because we've been doing a lot of things together that's why I'm being like this. But I'm not like this to John, maybe I think of him sometimes, but not like how much I think about Saint. I'm not really sure what I'm feeling about Saint now, all I'm sure of is that I want to see him always and take care of him. It's weird right? a guy wanting to take care of a guy. Nonetheless, I still see Saint as someone I want to protect.

I don't know about Saint, but he seems to be getting uncomfortable to my actions towards him. Like when I touched his cheeks, and the poem I made. I may have gone mad when I touched his cheeks, I didn't really know why I touched it. It was just that my hands were doing it without my command. I know that's crazy but that's the only explanation I can give to you on why I did that. Other than that, my poem, my poem made Saint looked at me weirdly in his red cheeks. Why did I chose that though? Why did I chose our kiss to be the story of my poem? Am I getting nuts? I was just sitting and writing while smiling, just like what I do when I write poems. Saint told me to write my most unforgettable event, so my hands directly wrote that story. I was writing it without even stopping and thinking of words to put into my poem. I guess my poem was an experience that's why it was easier for me to compose it.