True Colors

VIII

Weeks later after the impromptu make-out session in the CommArts Faculty library, Apple managed to talk me into doing her the favor of bringing Sunny a pink milk.

"Why would I bring him that?" I asked, 'coz first, what the fuck? I never even actively seeked out the guy, okay? He just magically appears -- scratch that I know Apple and him are messaging each other and that she's the one telling him where he could find me -- so you must understand my worries as to why I don't want to be the one who approaches him first, right? I mean, last time I came to him more people is checking me out than usual.

"Well, because it's his favorite drink, duh!" Apple replied, totally missing the point of why I asked her that. "This is why you should just give him your number, you know? So, you'll get to know him better without my help."

"I don't think I ever asked for your help in making a move on him."

"Oh, so, you are making a move on him?" Apple had the fucking audacity to raise her brow on me. "Jesus Christ, Apple, I thought the impromptu make-out session was hint enough."

If she noticed the usual milady is missing, she just smirked and let it go. "Well, P'Sing, no one is a mind reader. If you're not clear with your feelings and intentions, then it may come off as you playing with him."

I snapped my head up at that. Surely, she's just fucking with me, right? "I'm not that kind of person, you know that."

She sighed, going around the table to sit beside me and pull me into a tight side hug. "I know. I know that, he doesn't."

Well, fuck, I didn't even thought of it that way.

Maybe I should --

Wait, hold up. Why am I so affected by this? It's not like we're dating.

"P'Sing." I turned my eyes back on Apple, only to find her sporting an exasperated look.

"What?" I ask, ducking down 'coz I already know what she might say.

"You're not the kind of person who just makes out with anyone that jumps you in the corners of the library. It's fucking clear as day that you like him, too. Stop wasting your time and just tell the truth."

I sighed. "Why does it have to be me?"

Apple banged her head softly on my shoulder. "He already made a move on you when he asked for your number. It's your turn now." Sitting back up straight, she added, "Tell him how you feel or I'll tell him that you're not interested and that he better start moving on."

Fuck. When Apple puts it like that-- seriously, I know the extent of her capabilities and I'm not gonna sit around to find out whether she could or couldn't do it to her own brother.

I stared at the pink milk in front of me.

So this is why he always smells and tastes so sweet.

Okay, don't go there. You don't want the whole campus seeing your boner.

I stood up and packed up my things when I realized another problem just sprung up. I took my phone and pulled up my LINE conversation history with Apple and I found that she already messaged me where I could find Sunny.

And she said no one is a mind reader. Yeah right.

Basketball court. They got a practice 'til 9am.

I was on my way there when I realized the huge probability that Phana is also there. And that Wayo could also be there but that's not too relevant really.

What's relevant is the fact that Phana's gonna be there as well as the whole basketball team and it would look as if I'm a doting boyfriend giving his lover some encouragement.