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The End is the Beginning is the End...



Sa Timezone, Glorietta, 6PM:

Pinapanood namin ni Pasha si Schoolboi, na nagpapasikat sa amin sa Guitar Hero.

"He thinks he's a rockstar," ang puna ni Pasha.

I nodded, not saying anything. I was watching the other badets in Timezone watching Schoolboi, and, of course, si Pasha.

As usual, sila pa rin ang kapansin-pansin kahit saan sila pumunta.

"Oh, shit," I thought as I watched Schoolboi play with the guitar, cradling it like it was a lover. So hot.

Pasha gulped down the last of the Coke he had bought, threw it sa trash can, and then faced me, looking all serious.

"What?" I asked, a little freaked out.

He raised his chin, and asked me, "Who's more goodlooking? Me or Schoolboi?"

I was taken aback. Alam kong vain si Pasha, pero he's never been outspoken about it before.

"Well?" he asked again, "Me or Schoolboi?"

I answered him seriously, "Siyempre ikaw."

Weird, hindi ako nahirapan sagutin siya.

He smiled, "Hmmm, that's true. Pero I think you prefer Schoolboi."

I blushed, I think.

I looked away and avoided Pasha's gaze, who was giggling a little.

Schoolboi was done playing. Lumapit siya sa amin.

"I'm gonna go buy something to drink sa Starbucks, want anything?" Schoolboi asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Pabeelee pow ng green-tea frappe!" ang sagot ni Pasha sa kaniyang Amboy accent.

Schoolboi looked at me, asking if I wanted anything. I smiled and shook my head.

He saluted and ran off to the coffeeshop.

I watched him run away. I sighed.

"You like him, don't you?" asked Pasha, catching me off-guard.


"Gustow mow si Schoolboi," ang sabi niya, a small smile on his pinkish lips.

I laughed, trying to seem like I thought he was joking, "Okay ka lang? Of course not. He's so not my type."

Tumawa siya ng malakas, inakbayan ako, and he guided me on the way to Starbucks.

We could see Schoolboi inside Starbucks, waving at us from his table.

Before entering, hinarangan ako ni Pasha, at nakangiting sinabi:

"Sweetheart, he's everybody's type. And besides..."

He leaned in close, so close that I could smell his perfume, Clinique Happy, and he whispered in my ear:

"...I know about your blog."

He leaned back, smiled at me charmingly, and went inside.

"Oh, shit," I thought.


Posted by callboi 12:13 Archived in Philippines Tagged gay_travel

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