Meet Me in My Right Time

Entry 2

"Have the guy called already?"

I moved my eyes to the girl blow-drying her hair and she just stared at my reflection on the mirror before her. I shifted my eyes to the other girl playing with her phone and she gave me the same reaction.

Huh?

My forehead creased in confusion.

Is she talking to me?

"Duh!" Sheen groaned and turned the dryer off, "The guy at McDonalds last time. He asked for your number, right?"
"Ah." I answered after realizing.
"Ah? So? Did he call?" Franchey raised a brow.
"No." I flatly said.

"WHAT?!!" they screamed in unison.

I fell out of bed, "Hey! Why do you have to scream?"

"Ugh! That's so shitified!" Franchey rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

Shitified? Is there even a word like that?

"Psh. I also expected something from that. But heck! F*ckboy move again." Sheen continued to blow-dry her hair.

I forgot the guy anymore. I expected not his call or text anyway. Why would he even call me? He's a cutie--err hottie? And guys like that would never contact girls without boobies.

Ugh! Now that I remembered, I feel frustrated having no boobies.

*****
I woke up super late the next day. I wanted to pull my own hair out.

My head hurts because of too much sleep.

The first thing I saw was my friends packing their things up. I yawned as I watched them.

"Why are you filling your luggage?" I asked.
"We'll head to Surigao tomorrow dawn. Prepare your things." Franchey commanded.
"Hm." I agreed.

I saw my phone on the center table, which is unusual for I always put it beside my pillow every night. I picked it up and there were two unread messages there.

I never heard it beep. How come?

I switched the phone on. The messages are from an unsaved number.

From: 63 9** *** ****
Yeah, it's really good here. What a coincidence, we'll stay at a same place.

From: 63 9** *** ****
Please make your travel fast. I'm dying to see you lol. Kidding aside. See you soon!

"Who the heck is this?" I was about to reply the sender and ask, when Sheen spoke up.

"The guy texted you and we replied."
"Who texted who?"
She smiled, "The guy we were talking about. The one from McDonalds texted you."

What

the

hell?!!!!!

My eyes widened up and I quickly looked at the entire thread and there were more than 40 messages already. I shifted my sight to them.

"What did you do?!!" I squealed at them.

They just showed their fangs and smirked at me.

"We planned for your wedding. That's all." Franchey teased.
"No. Way."

Sheen smirked even more. "Yes way, biatch."

Okay. I'm dead. On. Arrival.

*****

A/n: Three or more updates to go. Yeyy!