Can We Make It Right?

CHAPTER 5: Max

CHAPTER 5 (Max)

"Magsosolo nalang ako!" Mon mutters in disappointment.

Even I'm not talking to him and busy thinking what the hell did I just got in to.

We spend our vacant time here in student lounge doing our stuffs.

"Hindi man lang ako sinama ng mga friends ko sa grupo nila" he continues.

"You're not even a friend to them. You met them for just an hour"

"We talked...uhmm so much and they already subscribed to my youtube channel so basically, We're friends"

"E bakit hindi ka sinali?"

"Sabi kasi nila 4 lang ang members ng 2ne1"

"Ouch!?"

"Of course not!" with his eyes rolling "2ne1? So jologs huh? Panahon pa ng tita ko 'yon. saka mas okay narin ako sa solo. I can be like Lady Gaga! or Beyonce is so damn fierce also or?....hoy nakikinig ka ba?"

Today is not the time to listen with Mon's non stop blathering. I got no time to pick between Lady G. or Beyonce because they're far from Mon. Not even a bit of resemblance.

But atleast Mon knew how to start with his club assignment.

"Bakit ba kasi hindi ka nalang sumama sakin? We can be a good dance partner like I can be Chachi Gonzales and you're the Ian Eastwood?"

Cringe attack. I can't even imagine myself dancing. worse is with Mon.

"E anong gagawin mo next meeting?" He asks while watching Beyonce's super bowl performance. I knew it, I accidentally watched that video on Youtube but I promise, I did not finish it.

"Bakit ko naman sasabihin sa'yo?"

"Kasi gusto kong malaman kung dapat ka na bang maghanap ng ibang club?"

Ow. That hits me.

"Nagmeeting na kami and I volunteered myself as a propsman."

"Oh...no..." He's overreacting again like his face is really disgusted talking to me. "I'm not supposed to be friends with a wardrobe man."

"Who says I want you to be my friend?"

"Joke lang" he smiles hiding a pinch of disappointment.

"Pero hindi sila pumayag." I continue

"So hindi ka lang taga gupit ng kartolina?" He asks in excitement.

I shake my head and I can see him actually celebrating that I'm not just that member who makes coffee for everyone.

"Nagback-out daw yung dapat magiging scriptwriter ng team. Yun din daw yung scriptwriter nila last year."

"Bakit daw? Nagkasakit? Cancer? Anong stage?"

"Malala.." I answer seriously.

He's shocked. Again, with his ability to overreact on every single thing.

"Malala na 'yang ka-OA-an mo!" I shout in front of his face. "Lumipat lang ng club, nahirapan daw kasi..." I actually said it. And it actually brings me to the conclusion of how heavy my task is. That scriptwriting task made a girl changed her mind not to do it again. It just means that... I'm dead.

"Hala ka" Mon warns but I find it annoying.

"Bakit? Mukha madali lang naman!" I calmly say but feels otherwise.

"Mas madali kesa sumayaw?"

"Yes!"

"Kesa umarte?"