Meet my Multi-Guy. Part 2.2
..on my school bus home. My friends told me they’d be riding the bus back home. So I joined them. I was totally speechless during the ride. When I got home, I immediately borrowed my brother’s cell phone and text him. He didn’t make any reply and it made me worry. Using our landline, I called his cell phone. He answered it.
“Hun, I’m home. Where are you?”
“You’re home? Well, I was looking for you here. I’m at your school.”
“You’re there? How come? I was texting Beto but he wasn’t replying.”
“We’re not together. I waited for you in gate 1 but you didn’t exit there. Did you ride your bus home?”
“Yes, I’m sorry Hun.”
“It’s okay. You know what, we looked for you all over the school. We make almost 3 rounds and asked some girls in the CR to check if you are there.”
“I’m really very sorry. I didn’t know. I was texting Beto and he isn’t replying. Wait, did you say… WE?”
“Yes, I asked my friends, John John’s (his cousin) classmates to help me look for you.”
“You must be very exhausted. I’m sorry. You go home now, ah? I’ll wait for you.”
“I’m heading home already. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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The next day, he went to the fair with his cousin, who is also studying at my High school. I came a little late because there was nothing important to attend. When I got in the school, everyone greets me and says, “I saw YOUR Carlo. He’s waiting for you.” Like, every time I meet someone, they would say in chorus the same line. Maybe I was known as his girlfriend and he is known to be mine. I got into the classroom, he’s not there. I didn’t bother text him. But everybody that he met would tell him where I was. I was all alone, absolutely with nobody when he got into the room. I was near the air conditioning system, sitting, and waiting. I didn’t say any word when he entered the room. The crowd was giggling as they watched him make his way towards me. He pulled another chair to be near me. We talked. He kissed me on my cheek as he say hi. We talked about non-senses and any stuff we encounter. Everyone was watching. A friend of mine popped in our conversation and sit by. She asked if he could borrow his’ phone and she was surprised to see that everything in his profile. Everything was all about ME. The wallpaper, the theme, the videos, the pictures… EVERYTHING. My texts, contacts… It’s just me. I was overwhelmed when that friend of mine told me that, “He’s really addicted to you.” And damn, I feel the same feeling.
It was the same day that the school held its cheer dance competition. I was cheering for the seniors, of course. Carlo was outside the school premises, playing games with his old pals from my school. When the cheer dance competition almost came to an end, I saw him already. He came back. I didn’t tell him where I am for him to persevere finding me. But then, I can’t last another second, I decided to come to him. When I’m almost near him, Hanah approached him. Hanah and my former best friend came to him and praised him how good looking he was now way back the last time they have seen him. I don’t really know what had got into me, but I became irritated at them, even at him. Maybe I became very jealous. I was walking with him on my way back to the class room. It was raining very hard. He was talking to me, but I never replied. He was asking me out to eat. I just nod and agreed to his idea but said nothing the next. I changed my shirt and get away with him. As we commute, we were very quiet. He kept on asking me the problem, but I never spoke. When we got to the dining place, we were still quiet. Finally, I spoke. I calmly asked him what was Hanah and him talking about. He smiled, finally. He told me she was just asking where he go to school. That he had changed a lot. After a short pause, he leaned on me and said, “I love you!” I told him, “You are just making me feel better!” “No, that’s the truth! Come on, eat up. We’ll go somewhere else after you finished eating.”
After eating, we walked. He grabbed and kissed my hand. He was smiling. I really missed that smile. We went to a store where cell phones were being sold. He let me pick and we bought one. He told me that it was his 6th month anniversary gift to me. I gave him a smack for that. I really, really love him when he surprises me.
Days had passed, it was our semestral break. He always visits me at home and we had so much fun. Although, there was a very personal problem we had encountered. It was a challenging problem and a very difficult one to overcome. Every time we talked on the phone, I would always worry at this problem. He would say, everything would be as fine as before. That nothing would possibly go wrong. I always argue with him and always begin to be pessimistic. But in the end, I can’t go to sleep without hearing his voice over the telephone. And maybe, that’s how we love each other. We never survive if one is angry.
Our first day of semestral vacation leads us to a Parish involvement in the church. It was also the same day that I accompanied him for his college entrance examination application. I HAD THE MOST WONDERFUL DAY, EVER! I snuck out of home just to be with him. We went to this college riding a taxi. We were both enjoying when he remembered that he forgot to bring a 2×2 picture with him. We decided to stop the taxi at the nearest photo studio near the college. I watched him as he was photo shot by the photographer. I was making him smile and putting powder to his face. We asked the photographer if we can have a 2×2 picture together. Unfortunately, the photographer didn’t agree to our idea but he seems to find that thought a sweet one. He asked us to just wait for just a few minutes for the photos to be developed. He was reading this newspaper he had found. He asked me to look at one article with that newspaper covering our faces. I asked him where the article is. He just gave me a kiss on my lips and we both laughed. For others not to notice what he was doing with me, he was talking while pretending that we were both reading the article. Periodically, he would kiss me. J
When we got to the college, he lets me check if there is something else missing in his application. When I was checking, I asked him,
“You’re a grown up man already, why don’t you check this all by yourself?”
“You’re my mom.”
“Okay, as you’ve said.”
“.. And if I know, mommies kiss their child always.”
“Is that what you really know?”
“Yes!”
“But based on what I know, the child is always the one who would kiss their moms.”
“Is that what you really know?”
I answered, “Yes” then he kissed me in front of the college entrance gate. It was embarrassing, I know. But I don’t care.
After our romantic a due, we headed at the mall near our homes. We ate lunch there and went around. We were very happy. Pam called and said she too is in the same mall as we were. She asked us if she could come with us. Carlo agreed. Carlo and I kept on making fun of Pam. Pam was quite irritated, but he is still enjoying. When the time came for the parish involvement, we commuted our way to the church.
Carlo wants to get away with me. When he heard that the others can freely go in and out of the parish activity, he begs me to stay with him. I was, at the moment, very close to a newly found friend. He’s name is Andrew. Carlo dislikes Andrew very much. There were some points that Andrew is going beyond the boundaries and at the same time, hurting his feelings. I also found his point right. I remembered how we snuck in his elementary school. It was near the parish. We got in and he said, he had very few memories with this school. A guard caught us trespassing and led our way out. He sat down in front of the school with Andrew, Lyka, Pam and Nicollo. I was standing and then I walked near Carlo’s side. Andrew told me, “Maycee, come sit close with the most handsome guy.” I sat down and said, “Okay, I’m already beside the most handsome guy.” And I was sitting right beside, none other than, Carlo. I looked at his face for his reaction, but I found a pissed look in his eyes. I know, he had begun to despise Drew. It was almost the time that we should get in and meet our groups for the parish involvement. He was really begging me to stay with him. But I really can’t. I told him to wait right after I signed in the attendance. Pam is begging me not to go. I’m really torn. But I chose not to go. I told Carlo to just stay with us, but he can’t stand the fact that Andrew is there. He left with a very hard feeling. He left without saying goodbye. I called after him; “Carlo!” but he never face back. I ran after him and asked him what’s wrong. Normally, if he would leave, he would say I love you and kiss me. But he never did. When I asked him what’s wrong, he just told me to stay with him. But I really can’t. Andrew called him his last name, and he never looked back. He went straight at home.
Night came, he kept on texting. He was begging me to come home. He told me, “If I’m not willing to come and stay with him, just come home early because he doesn’t want me to be with Andrew. That was the first time he didn’t let me go out with a friend. I came home early because I thought I wanted to talk to him. And I wanted to be with him again, though only on the phone.
The next day, it was our entrance examination to my dream college. The start was very rough and wrong. We almost fight because of the many problems we had encountered of finding our venue of examination. I told him that I will enter the building with or without him. And when I put down the cell phone, I turned around and he was there. He said sorry and so was I. We entered the building together and took the exam together. After those 4 hours of taking the exam, we roamed around the university. While walking, he gave me an empty box.
“What’s this?”
“Nothing. Just an empty box. Throw it.”
“Why would I litter? You. If you want to throw it, throw it yourself.” Then he took again the box. We stopped at the university fountain and he showed me a bracelet.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A bracelet.”
“What for?”
“For you.” And he knelt down in front of so many exam takers passing by the same fountain. “Now, will you marry me?”
“Stand up, silly!”
“Will you marry me?”
“I do. I do. I DO! Stand up!”
He just gave me the box and the bracelet because my parents had come to fetch me.
The next day, he invited me to come over their house. He first asked where the bracelet was and why I am not wearing it. I told him, “I didn’t wear it because I want you to wear it to me.” And yes, he wore it to me. That was also the day where we met this unfortunate event that became our serious problem. He came chasing me in their whole village. A resident there asked him if I were his girlfriend while he was chasing after me. He said yes. Then that resident told him, “Don’t let go of her, she’s beautiful. I’ll take her if you’ll let go.” But I remain silent and ride a tricycle way back home without him accompanying me.
When I got home, he called and kept on saying sorry for his mistakes. He even told me the story about that friend of his’ who told him about not letting go. He told me, “HE AND ANYBODY ELSE BESIDES ME, WILL NEVER HAVE YOU!”
On our 7th month anniversary, he planned that it’s my turn to go to his house and we’ll celebrate together. I agreed and ask permission properly from my parents. It was the same day that I would have to pose for a graduation picture, that I wore make-up and went directly to his house. His mom was very accompanying. He prepared our dinner and even baked brownies for me. I stayed almost the whole night with him. He asked his brother and mom not to bother us for only this day. And yes, we had our moment, like we were living as husband and wife. I ate a lot. His mom is a great cook, I should really say. And it was the best moment that my Hun and I had together.
The same old problem we had was the problem I mentioned above, that we carry on up to the re-opening of classes in November. It was in the middle of November that we really argued on that issue very much. It was the day before my retreat that I we had this argument. I should be going to the mall that time to buy things that I will need for the said retreat. My mom called and asked who I am going with, I said with no one. Eventually, somebody rang the door bell and my Aunt opened the door. It was Carlo, he had this puppy dog eyes and tears that are about to fall from his eyes. My aunt told me it was Carlo. My mom heard it over the phone. She told me to go with Carlo or I will not go. I have no choice but to go with him. On our way to the mall, we were not talking. But still, he was telling me stories and saying sorry. I was not replying. He gave me a letter with a hanky and a picture on it. It was his baby picture, the one that I was asking him ever since I have gone to their house, which I have seen in his cabinet. And the hanky is for me not to shed a tear, because he never wanted to see me crying. Yet, I think it is for the retreat. He knew there would be an extreme crying moment that would happen in our retreat. Yes, we are not talking. Other people that we met have this thought in mind that we don’t know each other and that he is talking to himself. When we got into the mall, I pretended that I’m with nobody. But when there was a time that he seemed to be missing, I came looking for him. I was really worried because if he got lost, he won’t be able to go home. He lacks of money to make 3 rides back to his house. I really was worried. But when I saw him, picking a pair of slippers that I should be buying, I walk towards him and asked, “Which color suites me the best?” He looked at me, and then he smiled once again. He said, “This one.” After we buy other stuff, we went back at my house. When we entered the house, he sat near our Christmas tree. My mom played a joke on him and I got the chance to glance at him. He was smiling. He was damn smiling. He was so adorable. He was sitting by the Christmas tree and he was smiling. He made my heart fell. I got so in love with him a little deeper. Then, I went upstairs and showed him his retreat letter to me the year before. He can’t believe that he wrote such ugly message. He grabbed a pen and wrote something below. “I LOVE YOU” was the message. We called Pam and we broke the news that we are OK. Pam told me not to ever fight with him again. She knows how much disturbed I am whenever we fight. She also wrote the same message in her retreat letter for me. I swore not to do it again.
When I was at the bus, I wasn’t texting him. Yet, he is. I ran out of load that’s why. Then, I was shocked of his next messages, “Hun, I’m so sorry if you are still mad at me for what I’ve done. I’d rather die than to be without you. I feel like, I want to go home and scream and scream. I just don’t want to lose you.” I replied, “I love you.” And that’s it he calmed and I think, my 3 days being far from him can be so soundly.
Those 3 days being away from him was so hard. It was very difficult not having any conversation with him. I was also thinking of a gift that he would appreciate. I remembered how his mom told him that he punched the wall and his hand bled. He also told me that his rosalet (rosary-bracelet) broke when he punched the wall because we had that very big fight. His mom told me he was crying and she had never seen him crying that much before. As I was purchasing that rosalet from the religious store, I was really thinking of him. Our first seminar, I really find it very boring. It was nearly 6 in the evening; I was missing him so much. Because that was the time that he would call me at home and would ask me how my day was. I decided to write him a letter. I wrote everything that I wanted to say to him in that letter. I wrote how much I wanted to talk to him and how much I miss him. I know that would be one of the letters I wouldn’t be giving him. When I got back I gave him the rosalet. He was thankful and he let me wear that gift to him. As I wear him the rosalet, he was pronouncing these words: “Yes Hun, I take you as my wife.” We both laugh at it so loud. But he said it was very serious. He’s very sweet.
A week after our retreat, our class would have a presentation for our English week. It was really devastating and tiring. I have to go home very late at night just to perfect those practices. I don’t find it hard for my parents to allow me, though… I find it very hard to ask Carlo’s permission. He just allowed me if and only if I permitted him to fetch him at school. Well, I have no problem with that, only, if my friends would ask me out. Every day, at exactly 7:00 p.m. One night, I was assigned by our class leaders to buy costumes in a bazaar. It was 3:00 p.m. that I can’t text Carlo because he was at school. I should tell him that I would be getting home a little later, but when I called their landline, he is still not there. So, I just go on. I was very anxious and worried about Carlo. Maybe he is worrying about me. I didn’t ask permission from him. I really want to get back as early as possible. It was almost 6:45 p.m. when I got back in the school premises. Before I went in, I called him at their landline. Luckily, he answered. That was the same time that I asked permission that I’ll be going home at 8:00 p.m. At the same time, he asked permission if he could go out and play on line games with his friends somewhere and he promised he would be there to fetch me at 8:00 p.m. It wasn’t 8:00 p.m. when it rained and our leader and adviser decided to dismiss us a little earlier. I wanted to go home all by myself or go to my friend’s house first so that Carlo could have a quality time together with his friends. But I don’t want him to get mad, so I decided to make another call. I told him that we were dismissed early. He said that he just got by the area they would play but he don’t mind playing, instead, he fetched me. When he got there, I was really alone. But when I saw him, my face had lightened. He took me to dinner in the nearest fast food. We didn’t spend a longer time and fetch me back at home. He leaves as soon as we reached the house because we do not know if my parents were at home. But when I got in, I text him immediately and told him my parents weren’t at home yet. He hurriedly went back and we spend a longer time. I told him about the letter I made him when I was in retreat. He was begging me to give it to him. I really don’t want to give him that letter, but he really wants to. So, I end up giving him the letter. I can’t read his reaction. But he embraces me after he read it. It wasn’t long ‘til my parents came home. He left before they met.
It was the day of the competition. These days, I was really close with Andrew. He kept on telling me stories about my friends, whom he likes. We were very intriguing friends. Everyone kept on asking if Carlo and I had split. I told them, we’re not. But ever since, I kept being defensive. Even Carlo would ask if I liked Andrew, and I will tell him no. He told me to stay away from him. And that day, he became more possessive. He didn’t want me to talk nor stick with Andrew. When I asked him why, he would say that he didn’t like Andrew for me as a friend. That he mistaken Drew that he liked me. He asked me to stay away. I wasn’t in favor of his decision. Since then, he became stricter and disagrees with me often. Though I didn’t like his idea, I stayed away from Drew.
Every night, when we would talk, he was always asking me if I would leave him. I told him frankly that I cannot promise one thing I know I can’t really do. Then he would keep quiet for a while. Then I would sing our song and every lyric, he would ask the same old question. And I would answer him the same phrase I’ve told him. He finally asked me if I do like Drew. I didn’t answer. I just wonder what his reaction would be. Then he spoke again:
“It’s okay if you like him. Its okay if you liked him more that you loved me. It’s okay even though he’s your first priority and I’m at the last, as long as I’m part of your priority.”
He was crying. I can hear him. I was caught by the moment. I kept silent and didn’t talk. I joined his crying conversation, though I didn’t let him hear. He made me promise a thing that even though I liked Andrew, I would never leave him. I still didn’t spoke.
I was never really into Drew. I don’t know why I am not bothered by my conscience. Maybe I was beginning not to care for him anymore. He started to neglect and chooses whom I should be with. It’s like, whatever I do, he should know. Whatever was in my head, he should know. I don’t want our relationship to end but it’s getting crazier. I’m going crazy. He’s going crazy.
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Super bitin….pls hav a c0ntinuax0n t0 it…
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Wawa naman da guy… He realy l0ves maycee… He’s super sweet..
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