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Summer days can't always make you sweat because sometimes those sweat travel towards your eyes instead, if we were being unrealistic.
Though, sweat can't travel to your eyes, but it can surely make you cry.
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THE SUBTLE SMELL OF BALETE AND PINE TREES came drifting through the tips of her nose. It was night time and the road was pitch black. Moon's light gleaming above them with crickets acting like music to their ears. Radios were already down and static as two people went driving down the endless road, finding some twenty four by seven convenience store. They needed to buy things for Betty's parents.
She untangled her legs from the criss-cross position. Betty shifted around in the shotgun seat, a small paper on hand which was a list of the items that were needed to be bought tonight. The lean man who was sitting behind the wheel kept his mouth shut. His eyebrows cinched together in utmost worry and confusion, stifling the questions inside his head as he drove and turned a myriad of streets which ended in nowhere.
Betty seemed to be unconcerned, yet her best friend was the entire opposite. He promptly stopped in the middle of a dirt road. Vast peaks of rice fields surrounding them both as they sat in his Toyota van.
Charles decided to have his summer vacation with Betty. What was new? It was probably a tradition for the both of them now. For years, she had been his best friend and having him around in summer wasn't new. She was happy in his arms and it appears to be the same for him too.
Summer were the most blithesome days for the pair. Despite of their restrained hearts that wanted nothing but to shout their emotions out, both seem to be in fear for what could be the outcome of a one-sided confession that wasn't actually one-sided.
Nevertheless, nobody knew that but only themselves.
Both of their phones beeped a notification. Betty left it untouched as she kept biting on her lip apprehensively. A thought running inside her mind as she couldn't stop moving in her seat. What seemed to be the problem? The latter momentarily fished out his phone inside his pocket, checking what caused it to beep that way. It turns out there was no signal around the place and it made him curse out inside his head.
"The car's jammed," Charles uttered hopelessly. Clicking the seat belt off him as he run his candle-like fingers through his thick, brunette dyed hair. Betty looked too distracted to even reply. "Huh?" spoke the woman who stopped staring on the list.
"I said," Charles started, swallowing the anxiety running in his nerves. "The car's jammed. We're lost. There's no signal and I don't know where we are," he admitted, much to his chagrin.
Betty was known to be an over dramatic person and before Charles could even know it, she began to slip her head out of the window, screaming for help and random rants.
"Help! Help! I don't wanna die yet! Tulong! Help! We're definitely going to die!" The woman shrieked, her round eyeglasses barely staying put on her short nose bridge. She began flinging her small arms around in addition to her hollers.
Charles ceased her yapping. His hands wrapping around her hips to pull her in. "You need to stop," Betty barely even heard him as she continued, "Bethena!" he whisper-yelled, not thoroughly shouting back at her. He didn't want to add fuel to the fire because he knew how mad she feels whenever someone yells at her. Who would even want to be yelled at?
