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Since I felt a wee bit guilty about stressing Nairobi and Mrs. Villanueva, I gave in to Nai’s wishes. I bought her everything she wanted from the cafeteria, which is more or less everything in the cafeteria. Even though I spent about half my money for her food, I didn’t mind. I had enough left to buy lunch. Although, through the years, I’ve wondered how she’s kept an appetite for lunch even when she ate so much during morning recess. Have I told you she has the appetite of ten people? Scratch that. She has the appetite of a dozen people.
“This is delicious,” she said as she took another bite of her cheeseburger.
“Where does it all go?” I asked myself.
“Where does what go?” she asked after chewing and swallowing.
“All the food. It’s like it never gets to your tummy ‘cause you’re always hungry,” I teased. She rolled her eyes and continued eating her cheeseburger.
“Say what you want, but this engine needs fuel.”
As fun as it is to watch Nairobi eat, I preferred to take out my reviewer and study while we were in the cafeteria. We sat there in silence for a while. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence. We hardly ever have any awkwardness between us. Anything bizarre about her, I’ve found out and gotten used to long ago. The same goes for her about me.
I guess that’s one of the perks of being friends with someone for a really long time. Anything embarrassing about you, they already know. And even though they might still laugh at you when you do something silly, if you do that in public, you can trust them to cover up for you. Like with Nai, when she accidentally farts in public, I automatically strike up a conversation with her to make it seem like nothing happened. And when I trip, she instantly gets on her knees and starts pretending like we’re looking for something on the ground.
Nairobi knows me as much as, if not even more than, I know myself. And I’ll always be thankful that she came into my life and decided to stay in it. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine how my life would be without her. But of course, I’ve never said these things to her, for two good reasons. First, she’ll never stop teasing me about how I “won’t last a day without” her. Second, I believe that actions speak louder than words.
“Whatcha got there?” she broke the silence and eyed the sunflower bracelet.
“A bracelet,” I said casually before going back to reading my reviewer. I saw her roll her eyes through my peripherals.
“Where’d you get it?” she sipped her soda.
“It’s a gift,” I tried to read as fast as I could ‘cause I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to continue reading for much longer.
“Let me see,” she took my left hand and inspected the bracelet. “It looks cute. Who gave it to you?”
“Sunny,” I put the reviewer down on the table.
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My Ex-Boyfriend From Kindergarten
RomanceCairo Ocampo was Dune Tomas' first love, first boyfriend, and first kiss. Unfortunately, Cai doesn't remember any of this because it all happened seven years ago in kindergarten. He and his family has since moved abroad. But now he is coming back. D...
