Simon uses the small stairs hanging the frames in the walls. We can only put up five pictures since I we couldn't print some of the pictures I needle out. Most of them are my pictures and me and my mother and father. It makes feel so old knowing how man years have passed since she passed away. I wish she's here and feel her embrace around me. I make us some snack for tkogiht so he could fill his fuel. He's been so considerate. “Here drink some of this.”I hand him an orangey glass juice. His sweats are dripping out of his forehead all the way down to his chest. He has a white polo on so his sweats marks are visible outside. I kind of stare a little at his chest showing a little. But I promise myself that I won't start much before he could catch me. That would be so embarrassing. “Its really hot in here.” He complains putting his glass to the table next my window. He stsrtts to unbutton his polo shirt and I have to look away like a girl from high school in front of their crush. Well
It's Sunday afternoon. I haven't seen Simon for two days. Aside from I was busy with loaded tasks in the work, I have to take care of my father. He has high fever for the past few days. I guess Simon did not know, but he never once came over or something. There wasn't much that I was expecting from him at all, I just hope that he would want to see me. I push open the door with my foot as I balance the box of dirty useless stuffs of our aging house that has been stored in for the past years. There were tissues, dusty teddy bears that to never be owned by anyone, there were papers with randoms things written in it. I decided to clean up for more since dad is out for work today. And of course, I've got the whole house. The only last thing left to do is hanging the rest of the frames on the wall. “Era!” I look around, but I could not see anyone then when I look up, Kim is waving her two hands at me. “Kim, hey,” I wave back.She gives me a full smile. “Can you come over tonight?” I d
Maybe we tend to forget how someone loves us. Why they love us. And just the fact that simply love us just because they do. I think I didn't care much about Simon as much as I do now. I do care a lot of about him that's why I came back. I used to care much of him however when we grew older, we've met different people, had different paths of experiences, and changed.That's why I am here to let him know that I care and I'm going to show it to him. Just when I open their front door, I meet Kris on the way. She's holding a black plastic bag of garbage. Her forehead is dripping of sweat.She raises one eyebrow at me, “Era? What are you doing here? Simon's not home yet.” She lifts the plastic to her side.I help her with the door so she can step outside. “I know he's not here.” I tell her. She gives me a look of saddening. “Why don't you call him or text him? Tell him you wanna hang out or something. You know just to distract him from all those rebellion friends he has.” I almost laugh
Three rings. Five rings. Seven rings.Ten rings. No answer. I've been trying to call Simon's cell for the last thirty minutes and still he's not picking up. I'm getting annoyed by the fact he's ignoring my call. What's up with him? I lean my arms to the edge of their balcony and press on his numbed again. I tap the green button. It starts to ring. I fold my free arm under the other that is holding the phone. On the first ring a car screeches on the hard break. It passes the yard a little than it moves back toward the exact parking lot of where Simon would park his car. It is his car. I put down my phone and watch as he rolls down the window. I could barely see him inside. I think he's struggling, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt. Before he could slips out of his car, I quickly make my way downstairs. Nobody is found in the kitchen nor in the living room. Kim and Kris are perhaps in bed now. I asked Kris earlier if I could stay in until I can talk to Simon. I know I'm always free
“Hey,” I open the bedroom door of Kim's and insert my head in.She has one earphone on while writing something on a notebook. “Yeah?” She looks up, reaching to her phone, I'm assuming she's pausing the song, without letting go of my eyes.“I didn't know you're getting into writing now.” I open the door further wide and step in.She puts on a knowingly smile. “It's because you're always out partying.” She then rolls her out. Its a quick change of mood. I don't get girls nowadays. “Because I have more friends now than I did before.” I reason out which is I know she considers lame.“You were better off with one friend than twenty, Simon. Trust me.” She looks away and plays the song the again.“Whatever. Hey, I won't be back until lunch today. I will be having a picnic with Era in the beach.” “What?” She exlaims. “You and Era? Without me?” She presses her palms on her chest on a lame dramatic level. I hold the knob ready to close it. “Yes, without you 'cause you're annoying.”“Wait, wa
“Kim!” The house is so quiet. I stumble to her empty room like every corner of this house is dark and lonely. “Kim!” I go back downstairs and struggling to compose myself on the stairs. I keoe falling on on effect and then finally I reach the living room. There is the same darkness I follow. I had ten or perhaps fifteen beers tonight. It's not that much. I'm still pissed at the way Era is acting earlier. She can't blame me if I have to walk away. She's right. She didn't know me anymore. I already told her that. I kept thinking about her statement. Until I come to realize that telling me that is just the simplest other way she can do to tell me she doesn't like me anymore. She doesn't like my drinking my happiness my voice, my presence. She hates me now and I understand that she feels that way. You really can't like someone the same way you did. “Where have you been?” She asks. “Where's mom?” I fall to the single couch behind me.Kim give me a sturdy look in the eyes. “She's out o
There's a knock on the door. I think someone just threw a rock on my window. What time is it? Did I fell asleep waiting for Simon to come back? Actually, I did. “Era?” I think that Kim's soft delicate voice repeats.It's hers. I immediately swat away the covers and push myself out of the bed, immediately. When I open the door, her face is filled with worry. “What's wrong? Is everything okay?”“Yeah. It's Simon. He's vomiting all around his room. He's calling you name. I don't know what to do. I don't want to wake up or your father but he's just out of my control. Can you...” “Of course, let me grab my phone.” I hurry dostairs alsmot stumbling on the steps. I don't feel really that worried as much as Kim, because I know he's drunk and this is just one of those moment where his venting out. But I hope not that worse. When we get to his bedroom, he's sitting on the floor with his vomit next to him. His eyes are closed and dreary. He looks gross and exhausted from tonight. He said h
TWO WEEKS LATER I stare at the glass window of the coffee shop. There ain't much people coming in. I know that we're supposed to be closing up this afternoon. I don't know why. I've been asking the other staffs, but they never said an accurate answer. They were reluctant in telling me. It's not kike I really need to know, I was curious. “There was an issue last week with a customer.” One of my guy coworker said to me as he was about to take off he's apron. I nod simply, “Oh that. That's horrible. Do you think we would lost this shop?” “That's what I heard. They are closing this for a year and if the issue resolves, then it'll come back,” Patrick, his name is, he's taller than me a few inches. Cute and simple. He always wears black. I've kawya wanted to ask why only black. “Is that true?” I quickly give myself a worried rub on the forehead. “What about us?” “I don't know much. They say it'll probably open again but they will move it in another town.” Patrick doesn