!This is a taglish fic!
(Female×Male, Person C is male)
Prom night, a night we all dreamt of attending. Honestly, di ko naisip na aattend pa ako this year. Hindi naman si Person B yung kadate ko so anong use? Pero no, i would want to paasa Person C. Bakit di si B ang nagtanong saken to be his date? Oh, kasi uhm, nagaway kami ng husto last month so nadamay yung pangarap namen.
And, yes, the quarrel was powerful enoughto tear us apart like that. Like we never even met each other.
Yes, i miss him, so much. No, I don’t blame him dahil sa away namen. But yes, I’m still very upset.
I stared at the gown that sat on my bed, it was simple and elegant. I picked it out solely for me and Person B to match colors, pero di natuloy yung matchy matchy. I guess I’m alone tonight.
Pupunta din siya.
I shook my head at the thought, wala naman siya kadate, bat pa sya pupunta.
Person C just asked me out for tonight kasi wala din siya kadate and as friends lang maman punta namin so like, no use kung may magchimisan, Person C has a girlfriend already, and wala siya sa pinas.
I put the gown on, some makeup and final toches and bumaba na ako to wait for Person C.
Nakadating kami sa hall mga five thirty na, a lot of people were there already.
It was a fun night, its pretty much just some singing, dancing and announcements. Just like acquaintance parties but everyone knows each other already and there are people making out in classrooms.
It was somewhere by ten thirty, everyone was slow dancing, and i was just watching the couples dance in the middle of the hall. All romantic romantic and cheesy but you can feel how some of the boys were there because they made a promise.
As if on cue, a special someone walked up to me and offered me his hand.
“Pinangako ko ito sa'yo, binibini, at hindi ko hinihiling na ito'y aking masira.” sabi nya.
Pota, ginamit nya pa yon? Lam nyang mahina ako dyan ih >////<
“Gago, bat ganyan ka ma—”
“Binibini,” he cut me off. “Maaari ba kitang maisayaw ngayong gabi?”
Pota. Pota. Pota!
What should i do? Holy sheeet! Breathe in, Breath out, Breathe in, breathe out, Person A! Sagutin mo na sya!
“Ginoo,” I said, finally giving in. “anong nakain mo at naisip mo pang matatanggihan kita?”
I missed that smile.
I took his hand and he walked me to the center.
His hand on my waist, my hand on his shoulder.
Moving with the slow beat of the music.
This was it.
This what we dreamt of.
This was what he promised.
How long we waited for this, it was too much and now its here.
The lights were blinding, but they weren’t going to stop our dancing.
The hall was bustling, but that won’t do anything.
He puled me closer to his body and we were basically hugging-dancing, you know, when there’s barely any space between the two of you anymore but yoy still continue to move and sway and dance to the slow music.
He kept me on his arms, all tight and warm.
He snuggled his face against my neck, his breath was slightly shaky, shet, umiiyak ka ba? Omg baket????
I layed my hand on his back firmly, to assure him I’m here. “Umiiyak ka ba?”
I felt him bite his lip, simikip yung yakap niya and he let out big breaths. He rarely cries but every time he cries, its always like this. Laging masaket pag ikaw yung kadamay nya.
But its okay, kasi feel mo rin talaga na sobrnag trust ka nya.
And it usually takes him a while to say what the reason is so waiting was something everyone of their best, best, best friends were used to.
But, apparently, sinabi niya agad agad. “Sorry,” he managed to choke out.
It was audible enough, but it was muffled ‘cause of being pressed against my neck.
I sighed. “Baket?”
“Ang tagal ko talaga mag sorry, ang simpleng bagay di ko makuhang magsorry in less than a few days,” sabi nya, masyads ata napabilis. “Umabot pa ng isang buwan, ang bobo ko.”
His arms around me tightened even more, fuck, no, wag mo naman ako paiyak tonight, ganda ng make up ko ih :’<<<<<
“No, no shhhh,” I reassured him. “It’s ok, pramis, you don’t have to cry like this tonight.”
“Hays, shit sorry,” he let go from the hug, but still kept me in his arms, and wiped his tears with his sleeves. “NakakaKJ namsn tong ginawa ko, sorry sorry.”
I took his hand into mine and started pulling him back to the tables. “Upo na muna tayo, hal—”
But, instead of following me, he pulled my hand and we were hugging again.
All warm, and cozy, and sweet.
But but he was still drenched in tears.
“Can we stay like this a little more?” he asked. “Namiss kong ganto lang tayo.”
Niyakap ko din sya, and we were dancing again. To the slow beat of the music.
“I thought you’d never ask.”