Author's Note: Special thanks to @cpsanti for being generous with her knowledge of Architecture 101. Otherwise, this chapter would still be in limbo. You the best!!! *Taps chest once ala-Tarzan* Props to you. :)
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May 2014
Back at his condominium, James crashed on his bed-exhausted. "Ahhh, I miss this." He waved his long limbs making an invisible bed sheet angel. He jolted upright when his cellphone rang. As he fished it out of his backpack's front pocket, a folded hotel stationery fell out on the floor. He picked it up as he answered his call.
"Hi Mom!"
"How was your trip, honey?" Mrs. O’Neil inquired.
"It was great." For the most part, he wanted to add.
"Don't forget your Lola's birthday. We're doing it on the twenty fourth, Saturday. Bring Kaylie, okay?" She then instructed her son to drive to Pampanga on Friday after work to stay at his grandmother's house before returning back to Quezon City on Sunday.
"Oh right, no problem mom." Except there was a problem, he hasn't told Kaylie. With the events of the last day at Bohol, he was sure she wouldn’t want to talk to him. Heck, he wouldn’t want to talk to him.
He opened the folded stationery showing his own familiar handwriting. He let out a long sigh and collapsed back to his bed as he replayed the scenes that morning.
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*Flashback from a few hours earlier*
Opening the washroom door slightly, he peaked into their hotel room. It was dark. He stepped out and slowly closed the door behind him cursing quietly under his breath. Fuck! He was sure she didn't see anything. She was looking at his upper body. Right? Right? Fuck! After a few minutes, his eyes got used to the darkness. He saw that Kaylie covered her entire body with a blanket, no feet showing this time. He then slowly crawled back on the bed.
He glanced at the radio clock on the night table on his left. It was 3:28AM. Shutting his eyes, he tried to get back to sleep. But his mind was not cooperating. Fuck it! He rose and grabbed the stationery and pen on the table near the TV stand and proceeded to write. Hoping Kaylie was deep in asleep as he picked up the chair to sit unto.
Dear Kaylie,
He crossed it out. It's so formal.
Hi Kaylie,
He crossed it out again, it sounded insincere.
Kaylie,
I'm sorry for being a jerk. You were right, I don't know anything. I didn't know anything. Sorry for provoking you, it wasn't my intention. I really just want to know you better. If we're doing this, wouldn't it be better for us to at least be friends?
I sincerely apologize. I hope you can forgive me.
James.
He read it a few times and when he felt it captured his contrite apology he folded the paper and wrote 'To Kaylie' on the outside. He placed it on top of her luggage which she packed the night before. For sure she'll see it, James thought. But he hoped she'll read it.
He hardly slept thereafter. But when he woke up, Kaylie wasn't on the couch. All that's left were the pillows and blanket folded neatly on top of it. Her luggage wasn't there either but he saw his letter on the night table on his right - still folded. He scrunched his face with disbelief. He wasn't sure if she read it or not. What he's sure of was that she most likely won't forgive him. Great! Just great!
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(Un)Match Made in Heaven © (Wattys 2015)
Romanzi rosa / ChickLitThey say opposites attract. Kaylie says that's full of bull. Whoever said that was either drunk or on drugs, devoid of reality. There was nothing that Kaylie liked about James and vice versa. But to get her mom off her case, she agreed to date him...
