Rendezvous Part Deux - Still Not a True Story

"And so, that salesgirl from SM trying to pass off as Ferdinand's wife texted me again last night. Again, using the wrong grammar. What a bitch. I honestly can't believe Ferdinand would actualy choose someone like her!"

"Kulang lang yan sa inom, Janice," Greg chided as he poured another bottle of beer into Janet's already empty glass.

My classmates and I laughed. I couldn't help rolling my eyes. Janice has been spewing up that same story for the past three years. We've given her all sorts of advice which she never listened to and still she complains. Hayyy... love sucks, doesn't it?

My phone rang. I went outside, away from the sound of Carlo doing his Videoke version of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit" and my classmates' rowdy voices as I tried to listen to the person on the other line.

It was him.

"Hello?"
"Lasa, asan ka ngayon?"
"I'm with my classmates, inuman konti. Why man?"
"Can you come here?"
I smiled. "Now?"
"Kung okey lang sa'yo."
"Give me 15 minutes."

I made up a hasty excuse about my mom looking for me - which of course, knowing me, Janice didn't buy - and rushed to ZCMC. I found him in the Hematology room, sitting in a stool with his back on me, busy looking through the microscope... God, he was so cute. Those curls at the back of his neck were incredibly adorable.

I slid my arms around him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. " Hey, you."

He turned around, entwined his fingers with my own and smiled at me. "Hey, you're here."

"How come mag-isa ka lang ata dito? Where's everybody?"
"Charisse went to the ER, I think."

I plopped myself on top of the counter beside the centrifuge machine, playing around with the tufts of paraffin wax. "And the rest?"

"Asleep." And the look he gave me was nothing else but naughty.

I grinned mischievously. "Oh, really now?"

He walked towards to me, standing himself right infront of me, his hands on my hips. "Yes, really now," he remarked, but not before planting a quick smack on my lips.

I put my arms around his neck, running my fingers briefly through curls in his nape, and looked him in the eye. "I love your eyes, do you know that? Why do you have incredibly beautiful eyes, Rox?"

"Sorry, lasa. Nasa genes na namin yan... You know, if we had a baby, he'd have my eyes, your nose and your lips and hopefully, a perfect combination of our bodies."

I laughed heartily. " You have a nice body."
"Yeah. For a wire hanger."
"And I already know that I'm incredibly sexy."
"Oh, yeah. Said the girl suffering from Reverse Body Dysmorphic Disorder."
I scowled, pretending to be mad at him. "So, you don't like my body?"
He grinned. "I adore it."
"Good." And then I kissed him again. "Magtrabaho ka na nga muna diyan."

"O siya," he answered, returning to the slide that he was busy looking at a while ago."Tapusin ko lang tong diff. count nito sandali."

... To be continued...