LOGINNOELAnahera was everything but impulsive. However, I feared that her hanging out with me often than usual was starting to rub on her. In ways that her brother would despise or trace back to me. When she started pulling me toward the kissing booth, I did everything to back out of it.She wasn’t drunk. So how could she not have seen “KISSING BOOTH” in bold letters overhead? Even worse that the ambience inside fit the purpose of the place. It had taken me everything to keep my hands off her body tonight since I saw her open her door, wearing nothing but my jersey. Looking like a fucking dream with her hair tumbling down her shoulders in soft waves. Blood had never rushed so faster through my body. I was nothing but a ticking time bomb of desire when she reached around me to hold on during the bike rides. The only thing I could help was my reaction. I’d be damned if I hadn’t bitten my tongue more than once to use the pain to steer my brain out of the gutters. And I was winning.
ANAHERAUnder different circumstances, throwing up my guts would have been a better remedy for my stomachache.After all, it tended to clear pathways in one’s body. Throwing up in the presence of Noel while he held up my hair? Now, that was another level of embarrassment. “Here.” I raised my head to see Rose passing me a bottle of water. She looked sorry for the pathetic condition I was in.After I’d rinsed my mouth, I straightened to my feet with very little glance at the man who just tucked my hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry I ruined your night,” I began to apologize but Rose wasn’t having it. “This happens so often to people around here it’s become normal. If you want, I can give you some honeyed tea to make you feel better.”“Thank you.” Shame pushed forward in my words even as I tried not to dwell on it. So what? People throw up all the time. Fuck. “Are you okay?” Noel asked in a soft tone. He reached up to tuck my hair back. “A little while now and you’ll be feeling bett
ANAHERA Of all the places I guessed Noel would be taking me to, nothing prepared me for the sight of… “A Christmas market?!” I shrieked, ignoring the dozens of heads that turned to look in our direction. “Holy shit!” Noel winced. “Language, please. There are kids around.” I slapped a hand over my lips. “I’m so sorry. It’s just…I’ve never been to a place like this despite how much I wanted to as a kid.” “I can see that.” He chuckled. After my parents died, there wasn’t much to sit around for. So Dominik and I moved out and there was the death to it being in my wishlist. This was like a fucking fantasy. A wet dream come true. Only that this one was filled with stringed fairly lights dangling from shop to shop, the aroma of greasy foods permeating the air, the laughter of kids running about. This was paradise. “Let’s get you started on something.” Noel held out a hand which I grabbed without thinking twice. The food stall was the first place we went to. I tri
ANAHERA “Okay, I was wrong. You were right. This is cool!” I shouted into the wind, hoping Noel caught my words. He did, because his body moved. I, on the other hand, couldn’t get what his response was but I knew it was nothing less than mockery for my unbelief. I used to think helmets were tight, stuffy, smelly cocoons to keep your head in during bike rides and that they were uncomfortable. However, the one on my head begged to differ. The interior was made of the softest, cushiony cotton, even though it weighed a little on me. Not to mention it smelled like cotton candy and Cedar. Like Noel. The man did a sudden swerve to the right and I was forced to clasp my hands tighter around him, locking my fingers together in horror. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” I shrieked, uncaring that he heard me. His body shook again. The nerve of him to laugh at me. The ride from then on was smooth having left the city to burst out into our old neighborhood with cleaner air and le
ANAHERA I’d just settled in bed when my phone buzzed with a message from my supervisor whom I hadn’t heard from in weeks. Dr. Tiare. The woman who managed to make my life shit just by assigning me to the one person I begged her to not to. In the text, she asked that a full report on my patient’s recovery be submitted to her via email. Just that. No calling to ask if I survived the patient. These past few weeks, the only thing I’d managed to keep was tons of secrets, as well as the family I had, away from me. Because of her, and my crazed patient who had somehow managed to make a heart attack seem mild to the frantic pounding of my heart whenever he stood near. I yanked out the clipboard from my duffel with more force than necessary. After I’d compiled the reports into a file, I realized that the one month duration was drawing to an end. And for some reason, it saddened me. “No, Anahera. You can’t be serious,” I chided myself, which conveniently was the only
ANAHERA When my first ball went straight into the gutter, it solidified what I thought about bowling. It was a terrible idea. I was prepared to hear Noel roaring in laughter at my failure. He didn’t. In fact, he did quite the opposite. He just stepped up beside me, adjusted my stance with gentle hands on my hips, showing me how to follow through. “Like this,” he murmured, close enough that his breath brushed my ear. “Relax your wrist.” I knocked down seven pins. “Oh, I’m so good at this!”He gave a high-five so hard that my palm stung. Guess who also teased me mercilessly when I ruined the next ball?Between turns, we sat down next to each other with our shoulders brushing, trading insults and laughs. Every time he got all pins, he did a ridiculous victory dance that made me snort into my soda, nearly vomiting the drink through my nose. By the time we finished the game, he won by a narrow margin. My cheeks hurt—I mean, my ass cheeks too from falling a few times and my face fr
ANAHERA I spent the next morning obsessing over my choice of makeup or if I ought to let my hair down. Every now and then, I’d alternate between daydreaming and peeking into my chat inbox with Noel last night. Was it real? A schoolgirl’s giggle found its way out of my mouth before I could contr
ANAHERA When I was back with a glass, Noel had turned toward me. I could tell there was a lot he wanted to say to me with the way his lips pursed.A part of me knew I wouldn’t like whatever he had to ask. “Those years ago, things used to be alright between us until it went awry. What happened?”
ANAHERA Two days later, and my brother still hadn’t said a word to me. Not like I was expecting his calls or anything, but come on, that little spat didn’t justify the silent treatment. Again, it was Dom we were talking about. He wouldn’t hesitate to hold out on anyone he didn’t want to talk to.
ANAHERA On the train ride home, it was pure torture between fighting hard to swallow the guilt and rage in my throat and blinking back the tears in my eyes.Throughout my friendship with Bella, the only argument was about petty things and barely lasted minutes. I hated that Bella was right. Elean







