If I were a...

Chapter 4

*indistinct chatter*

"Is it supposed to be this noisy and, " I can see her adjusting the mask on her face because it is falling out. "stuffy?"

"Uh, yeah? You're not used to this aren't 'ya?" I whispered.

We are in the venue, the backyard of our neighbor's house. Only the family's close friends are the one's that're invited, which includes us. And her family said that we can also bring a close friend if we want to so, we let Maya join us so that she won't be left alone in the house.

"Where's your chocolate sticky rice?" she said after she tugged my sleeves for my attention.

"I won't answer, because you will probably empty the kalwaro or something."

Rolling her eyes, she turned her back at me and searched for something.

In this party, she wants her guests to wear a mask like we are in a promenade. Is it too much? For me and Maya, yes.

As I can see in my mask's eye holes, Polo is approaching Maya.

Polo is the birthday girl's cousin and my best-friend here in Grandamon.

I grinned a bit because I knew that he will lose his sanity when a girl's in front of him.

But to my surprise, he was checking her out and Maya was the one who turned around and not him.

"What happened?" I asked while he's walking towards me.

"The hell is her problem? Saw that?"

"You're so arrogant, but, " I checked at his back to see where she went.
"why her? I mean, she is my mom's friend?" why did I said that?

"W-wait, is she THAT old?!"

"Nah, she's just 28"

"What did I said, Ragus?" I heard her voice that's accompanied by her heavy steps approaching us.

What are you doing?

Getting that creepy Polo away.

Y-you know him?!

I read your mind, remember?

"I said, I'm TWENTY-SEVEN! And I am still young!"

Then she hit the back of my head, weirdly enough.

"Okay! Okay!" I rolled my eyes.

What do I call you?

Yama.

"Hey, Yama. You already fund the chocolate sticky rice?"

Follow me after that. She said.

"Oh! Y-yes! As I were saying a while ago, " Leggo! "It is beside the fig tarts dumbass."

We walked out of Polo's sight and took seats.

I want to go home~!

Hold onto your-- mom's dress, we still have 25 minutes.

Why is it that long?

I don't know, anyways. What did Polo said?

God, don't even get me started. He approached me, looked at me like this, quote unquote, handsome jock, and checked me out. So, I pass. I prefer a rather soft Vanll guy than a Gran jerk!

Don't have to be salty. Then I let out a small grin.

Don't get your face like that, we will be noticed!