Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Roommate is a Boy: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

RIVERThe dance was awkward, with me constantly somehow stepping on his toes, even though we weren't slow dancing. “I am sorry.” I finally stopped and took a deep breath. “Wanna go out for some air?” he asked. His hand was stretched out to me first. I felt the lump in my throat harden as my hand took his. He held it, his thumb instinctively going over the back of my hand gently. He pulled me out of the room, and as we passed Lana and Elise, they let out a whistle and even winked at me. I had no idea how else to explain it to them. There was really nothing between Taylor and me. He was my roommate who took care of me, oddly, too much. “Great party,” I muttered as we walked down the street. I hated the silence, and I felt like there was something else underneath all of it. Something is waiting to burst open. “Yeah,” he nodded, his hands still pressed warmly against mine as I tried to steady all of my breathing. We continued to walk side by side, our shoulders brushing gently. My b

RIVER“You have something to say.” I looked up to Taylor, who was sitting beside me, gripping his fork tightly. “How did you know?” he asked, shocked, and I was shocked as well. I don't know; there was this kind of aura around him that made me know that he was about to say something. I shrugged in response, and he cleared his throat, setting his fork silently on the table. He took up his glass of water and chugged down the entire thing at once. “Wow!” I exclaimed, picking pieces of the broccoli on my plate and stuffing them into my mouth. “I have something to say, but I don’t want you to think too much about it.” “Yeah, what is it?” I tried to act nonchalant, as if his invitation to not think too much about it was not going to send me into a thinking abyss. “You are coming with me to the wedding, right?” “Yeah, sure,” I said with a nod. “It’s in two weeks.” I still didn’t understand why a politico would be glad to get married on Halloween night, but I guess there were a lot of t

RIVER“What do you think of this one?”“I think it looks alright.” I had barely raised my head, but I didn't need to raise my head to know how good Taylor was going to look in the tuxedo. He has shown them my dress and said he wanted to march. The ladies at the store had gushed at how much we were a perfect couple, and even though I tried to correct them, he wouldn't let me. “You barely even looked,” he said, striding towards me. He stopped at my feet, and my head raised on its own. Our eyes met, and literal fireworks. “I don't need to look to know.” A smirk, that annoyingly cute one that made him look hotter than he already was. “I…I…I…di…I…” I stopped my attempt at speaking because it wasn't going as well as I planned. I gulped and stood up. “You think I look good in whatever I wear?” “Ugh! Such a sweet couple,” one of the staff whispered to the other. I didn't know if she was just bad at whispering or if she wanted us to hear. “That's not what I meant…” “Then what did you

RIVER“Hey, Kiddo?” “Hey, Dad,” my voice shook as I spoke. “Are you okay?’ His concern made my eyes widen. Could he tell that something was wrong already? I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yes, yes, yes, of course.” “Oh, you sound a bit sick. If you are sick, you can tell me.” “I am okay, and even if I were sick, I wouldn’t tell you because I don’t want you to worry.” “River, I am the parent and you…” “I am the kid,” I finished for him. “I know, I know, but I promise that I am fine.” “Are you sure?” “Of course,” I sighed, and he chuckled. “Good, I was calling to ask if there are things you want me to bring for you.” I swallowed as I realised that the time for him to come was drawing nearer than I realised. “Nothing, I’m good.” “Are you sure? You know you can tell me.” “Of course.” A loud siren passed by, and my breath hitched as I tried to cover it up. Of all the times that could have happened, it had to be when I was on call with my dad. “River? Are you out?” “Yes,” I

RIVER.We sat for lunch; Taylor had successfully made spaghetti and meatballs/bolognese.“This looks delicious,” Talia squealed as she took up her fork, swirling through the pasta. Once it touched her tongue, she let out another delighted squeal, munching on it happily.“One would think I don’t feed you well enough,” Ashley scoffed at her daughter’s reaction.“Do you?” Talia threw back. Both threw accusatory glares at each other before it was cut off by Talia returning to her meal.“So tell me, River, are you from around here?” I shook my head gently, and she clapped.“I am from a small town where everyone knows everyone,” I explained.Compared to them, who had probably spent their entire lives in big cities, my father thought that having me in a small community was going to help me grow better.“Oh, that is nice. I think it would do me better to retire to a small town like that.” She was gushing over a small town? How funny the minds of people worked.“So are you enjoying the city an