The Ghost of You

05 ¦ A FAMILIAR FEELING

A FAMILIAR FEELING

Duchess

I LOVE ISMAEL, but I don't think I can last longer with him as we travel for more than ten hours. Ever since we took off, Ismael decided to be an annoying motherfucker and kept on messing around with me — basically keeping me awake for a few hours.

I never wanted to be a criminal but fuck, I want to murder him right now and throw him off the plane. 

"Yah, Duchess" He called me, stopping me from planning how to murder him without anyone knowing. I glared at him, "What?" I coldly asked. I have a headache and all I want is to rest. But of course, this motherfucker wouldn't let me.

Ismael grinned at me, satisfied with himself since he annoyed me completely. "Do you want to eat?" He asked.

"No, I want to sleep. SLEEP" I answered, and he let out a chuckle. "You poor thing. Go ahead, you look like a panda. I'm already satisfied with myself so you can now sleep without any interruption" He said in a fake, mocking concerned tone.

I glared at him once again before fixing the bed so that I can sleep. I turned my back on him as I cuddled with the pillow. I closed my eyes, and falling asleep wasn't the hardest thing for me since I was already sleepy ever since we got on the plane.

Something, or someone was poking something on my right cheek — waking me up in the process. I gritted my teeth, Ismael better not be waking me up. This motherfu—

I backed away the moment I opened my eyes. Ismael's face is only a few inches away from mine. I screamed and immediately grabbed this long hotdog designed pillow to hit his head. Ismael covered his head as he yelled me to stop. I hit him for a couple of times before he harshly took the pillow from me and threw it away.

Ismael glared at me, "What the hell was that?!" He yelled. I glared at him as well, "You were in my comfort zone, figlio di puttana!" I yelled back at him.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Did you just call me a motherfucker?" He asked me, and I made a face, "Nah. I called you daddy" I sarcastically answered, making him roll his eyes at me.

"Sumosobra ka na, Duchess. (You're being too extra, Duchess.) It's not funny anymore" He seriously said, but of course I sheepishly grinned at him.

"At least hindi ako nagkulang. (At least I gave everything that I got.)" I remarked. Ismael blinked twice before a smile broke out into his lips. "I cannot with you" He said as his smile grew wider.

I playfully winked at him, "You just love me so much" I said, and he rolled his eyes again.

"Right"

I looked at the window. I guess it's afternoon-ish? We're still in the air. I faced him again and raised an eyebrow at him, "Why did you wake me up?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "I was just trying to see if you're going to wake up once I poke your cheek" He answered and I shot him a WTF look.

He grinned, showing his white pearl set of teeth. This flippin' idiot.

I stood up from the bed and stretched. "Well, since I'm awake already, let's eat. I'm famished" I said.

After our meal got prepared, we started to eat. Airplane food sucks, but I'm too hungry to even care. Ismael and I ate in silence. He was looking at something on his big ass iPad while I looked at the lists of cosmetic stores that my mother asked me to visit.