Novels by indahdreamer

The cold air touches my skin as I walk up to the stairs. Sumalubong sa akin ang maliwanag na langit kasabay ng medyo malamig na hangin. It's already 12 am pero hindi ko pa rin ramdam ang init.I glanced at a car that stopped in front of this cafe. Noong una ay hindi ko 'yon nakilala, kaya naman ganoon na lang ang panlalaki ng mga mata ko ng makilala kung sino iyon.Hindi na ako naka atras pa ng tumingala siya rito. A mischievous smile flashed through his face as he glanced at me.He tilted his head and waved. Ewan ba, hindi ko na maiwasang hindi mapangiti. Lalo na noong naalala ko ang nangyari noong nakaraan. Damn, he's really is something. There's still a spot on my heart, goddmanit.Kaagad din siyang umiwas ng tingin, pinagmasdan ko siya hanngang sa makapasok na sa cafe. Ano bang gagawin niya rito? May ka meet ba siya or something? Pahinga kasi namin ngayon s

I can't sleep. Kanina pa ako pagulong gulong dito sa kama pero hindi pa rin ako nakakatulog. Dalawang araw na akong ganito. I don't know why, I am having a hard time on sleeping. Inaantok ako pero hindi naman ako nagkakatulog. Tumayo na lamang ako at binuksan ang aking lampshade. Kinuha ko ang phone na nasa mesa.I hate social medias. Wala naman akong mapag lilibangan dito sa phone. Napakamot ako sa aking batok at inis na tumayo. Lumapit ako sa bintana at binuksan, kaagad na sumalubong ang malamig na hangin dahilan para mapahawak ako sa aking braso. Napakatahimik ng lugar. Maayos na ulit ang bahay pati na rin ang garden. Kumuha kasi si kuya ng mag aayos habang nasa shooting ako. Si dad naman ay tumutulong, maraming nagbago kay dad, mas napapalapit ang loob ko sa kaniya.Napa atras ako ng may makitang kotse sa harap ng gate nam--teka, kaninong kotse iyon? Imposibleng kotse ni kuya, kulay puti iyon. Pero a

"Why are you so quiet?" Lumunok ako, hindi ko magawang lumingon sa kanila.Pinaglaruan ko na lamang ang aking daliri habang nakayuko. I can't still talk to her, alam kong malaki ang kasalanan ko sa kaniya--sa kanila. Nandito kami ngayon sa isang coffee shop, ilang minuto na rin kaming nandito pero kahit isa sa amin ay walang gumagalaw o nag sasalita.Mukhang mas lalala lang ang problema na ngayon ay alam nilang nandito na ako ulit sa Pilipinas. I shouldn't accept the offer in the first place."Decie, how are you? You looks so different now. I know you're not the old Decie, anymore." David said.Nilakasan ko ang loob kong tumingin sa kanila. I forced to smile, I tilted my head and nodded."Congratualions, kayo pala ang magkakatuluyan. I am so happy for the both of you." Nangilid ang luha ni Eun

I don't know why I am still hurting. It's been a fucking years. Pero bakit hanggang ngayon ay nandito parin 'yong sakit? Is it because I saw Gadeon and Chesie?"What's bothering you?" Napalingon ako sa nagsalitang si Mia.Umupo siya sa tabi ko at pinagmasdan ako, napaiwas ako ng tingin."I-I saw him again, but... but he was with a girl, who caused our break up."Kitang kita ko ang gulat sa mga mata niya. I bit my lower lip and bow. Kung magkikita kaming muli ni Gadeon, hindi ko na alam pa ang mukhang ihaharap ko sa kaniya. Siya--sila ang gumawa ng kagaguham, pero bakit ako ang nakokonsensya?Sila ang gumawa ng ikasisira nila, pero bakit ako ang nahihirapan? Oh fudge, sana pala ay hini ko nalang tinanggap itong contract na mag sho-shooting kami dito sa Pilipinas, mas lalo lang pala akong nahirapan."Who is she?!""Palabasin niyo siya!""Tumawag na kayo ng guard!""Let me fucking go! I need to see my cousin!"Natigilan ako ng marinig ang pamilyar na boses. Biglang napatayo si Mia at tini

"Cut!"Napahinga ako ng malalim, mabilis akong lumayo kay Ace at lumapit kay Ms. Anne."Decie, what's happening? Parang kanina ka pa wala sa sarili."Inirapan ko siya."It's none of your business." Tumingin ako kay Ms. Anne. "Where's Mia?""She's with his boyfriend, Erwy? Erwy is his name right?"I bit my lower lip and nod. Napahawak ako sa may sentido at pagod na napapikit. Wala akong tulog, napuyat ako dahil sa ginawa ni Gadeon."You're emitting, a comforting scent."It's not my first time to hear that, pero ilang beses na niya sa aking nasabi 'yon. He loves my smell, dati palang. Kaya nga lubos nalang ang gulat ko sa sinabi niya, dahil tandang tanda ko pa noong unang beses na sinabi niya 'yon sa akin."Is there something bothering you?" Umiling ako."I-it's nothing, don't mind me--""Decie! Are you free? Let's grab some coffee, my treat."Lumapit sa akin si Ace. Sa totoo lang, mabait naman siya. Hindi ko nga lang talaga alam kung bakit ako naiirita sa kaniya. It's maybe because, his

"What are you doing here?" Bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko ng makita kong naka upo siya sa may sofa. Katabi niya si dad!"Calm down, Decie. Pinapunta ko siya dito, we need to talk." Sagot ni dad.Hindi ako nakapagsalita, napalunok ako at tumingin sa kaniya. Titig na titig siya sa akin pero walang reaksyon ang mukha niya. Hindi ko maiwasang matitigan ang mukha niya, mas gumwapo siya ngayon. Mas naging lalaking lalaki ang itsura niya.Umiling ako, yumuko ako at palihim na napairap. Bumaba ako sa hagdan at naglakad palabas. Hindi ko na siya nilingon pa kahit alam kong sinusundan niya ako ng tingin, pag ka diretso ko sa sa may garden ay huminto ako.'Yong puno, doon ang unang halik niya sa akin. Kaarawan ko rin noon noong hinalikan niya ako. That was the best gift ever, but he ruined it.I bit my lower lip and shrugged, I should not thinking about the past, damn it.Umupo ako sa may bench sa nay garden, ipinatong ko ang aking baba sa palad at tinitigan ang langit. Maaga pa, hindi pa masyadon

After what happened in the bathroom, I learned one thing. Trash juices and whatever else they were mixed with do not come out of white sneakers.Trust me. I scrubbed my shoes for hours. Soap, hot water, more soap, the stain remover my mom always uses. I tried almost everything, but it still didn’t work. My shoes looked like they’d survived a zombie apocalypse. Wonderful. Now I have two sneakers with a weird design. The first is blue paint, the second is dirty trash juice.I sighed. I had no choice but to shove my feet into the ruined sneakers because I didn’t have anything else to wear. I quickly slung my bag over both shoulders and left the apartment. Like normal days, Wade leaves before me in the morning. I breathed a sigh of relief. I remembered what I’d said to him last night. But I wasn’t guilty.I meant every word I said and I didn’t care what he thought or felt. Because in the first place, we shouldn’t even be talking if we weren’t both stuck in that two-month deal. By the t

The next morning, I tried to convince myself that yesterday had been the worst of it. People took pictures of me all the time, they bumped into me, and they whispered every time I walked by. But that apparently wasn’t the end of the torment. Shockingly, there were no crumpled papers in my locker, no vandalism on my desk after I cleaned it up yesterday, and no one was laughing. But I didn’t know that today would actually be the worst. If someone ever writes a survival guide for college, they should dedicate an entire chapter to one very important lesson and that is don’t accidentally become associated with Kingsley University’s hockey captain. I stood up and was about to open the bathroom door when I froze after hearing footsteps of people coming in. And I was sure it was a group. "Oh god..." I whispered. Even without going out to check, I recognized them immediately. I quietly locked the door. My blood ran cold. "Layla, we know you’re in there." The familiar voice said. It was h

The warning stayed in my head longer than I expected. I kept telling myself it was nothing. It was just a bunch of girls obsessed with Kingsley Arctic’s captain. I decided to ignore the warning, because I knew people would eventually get bored. At least that’s what I hoped. But after one of our classes, I realized I was wrong. "She’s here..." someone whispered. As I walked down the hallway toward my locker, the whispers didn’t stop every time I passed. I tried not to pay attention to them. Three girls stood near the vending machines.They weren’t the same girls from yesterday, but the second our eyes met, one of them whispered something that made the others laugh. "What the hell’s wrong with them?" Chloe asked, confused. "What?" I frowned when she grabbed me and looked at me."Why are they talking about you and laughing? You don’t have anything on your face, and there’s nothing wrong with how you look right now." I quickly brushed her hand away. "Just ignore them," I said, and o

The first thing I did the morning I woke up was head straight to the art studio. I was actually excited to be there, especially because all my art supplies were brand new.The studios had always been my safe place on campus, the only spot where I could actually breathe without feeling like I was in some kind of competition. I pushed the door open and smiled right away when I saw my new, big, blank canvas. The one Wade and I had picked out together. I hurried over to my spot, but stopped short when I noticed how all the other students were staring at me. "Is that her?"I frowned when I caught a whisper from the side. I pretended not to hear it. I set my bag down on the floor, pulled my long red hair up, and twisted it into a messy bun. Then I slipped on my cream-colored artist’s apron and tied it snug around me. I ripped open the plastic bag I’d been carrying and started pulling out my supplies one by one, laying them out carefully on the table. But even as I focused on getting

A deafening silence fell between us after the incident earlier. He'd gone quiet, but his silence now was different. It felt heavier, like he was hiding anger and irritation I couldn't place.The kind where his jaw stayed tight and his hands stayed buried in the pockets of his hoodie. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but he was holding himself back. Why was he so furious earlier that I almost got hit by a vehicle?It's not like he would be the one paying if I had gotten hit and ended up in the hospital. We walked another few minutes before stopping at the largest art supply store I'd ever seen. My lips parted and I stared at it. From floor to ceiling, all I could see were rows of canvases, easels, paintbrushes, buckets, and every other kind of art material. Basically enough to make an artist cry for two reasons. First, they’d cry out of joy. Second, they’d cry over the price. "This place?" I asked without looking at him. "What about it?" he asked from behind me.

"So... you and Wade Scott are roommates now?" I let out the longest sigh of my life. I haven't even taken five steps out of our studio when Chloe already cornered me after finding out I'm living under one roof with Wade. "Yeah, unfortunately." Her eyes widened. "No way..." "Yes way," I rolled my eyes. "No, seriously." "I wish I were joking," I said and pushed my glasses up. There's a strange sparkle in them. Her open mouth slowly turned into a smile. "How's your life with your future stepbrother then?" A smile already tugged on her lips. "Please, don't remind me." I started walking, but she quickly followed me. "Oh, come on! It can't be that bad!" I bit my lower lip. The image of Wade slamming the apartment door in Ethan's face flashes through my head. Living with him for one night already feels like I lost years of my life.I honestly don't understand how someone can look that calm while being so unbelievably irritating.Wade Scott has perfectly mastered the art of gettin