Trying Out Fiction:// Edited

These are two stories I wrote just awhile ago. Please do comment on them. But *again* please, no destructive crticisms. I might end up giving up writing. T_T

Eyeball

I didn’t want to see him. He was the one who came, somewhat uninvited. I pretended not to notice him arriving as I walked away into the crowd of busy strangers in the arcade. He couldn’t possibly blame me. We haven’t met. But I knew him too well already. The sight of him has had me wishing I could have made some extra effort to look better. But then, I thought, What the heck. There’s nothing wrong with you, silly. Who is he, anyway? Unable to delay the inescapable any further, I walked back to where he and my best friend were with a huge smile on my face, feigning a giddy mood like I was so thrilled to finally meet him in person, saying Hi!, and mustering all the strength I could to not fall on my weakening knees.

Fourteen Minutes

20.59.17

There seemed to be no end to the rain. I sat almost impatiently at a bench on the station, waiting for the train to arrive, beside a couple publicly displaying excessive adulation towards each other. Disgusted and ironically, a little envious, I maintained a decent distance from the two, so as not to disturb them. And then there he was – muddy sneakers, ripped jeans and an almost transparent wet white shirt – nonchalantly positioning himself in between me and Romeo and Juliet. I immediately recognized his faint scent.

“Wired?”, I muttered.

He looked at me and said, “Victoria’s Secret? Romantic something.”

“Romantic Wish”, I corrected.

He laughed.

I laughed.

21.01.25

The raindrops savagely kissing the station’s roof deafened me. Despite the weather, the temperature in the station was summery. The thick air made me sweat profusely that I decided to remove my jacket and began to fan myself with a bare hand.

“Going somewhere?” He asked, this stranger sitting next to me.

“Home.”

“Oh…”

“You?”

“Same.”

21.02.18

“The storm seems to be enjoying her stay here in the metro.” He began once more, as though trying to start a conversation. I noticed a pin on his knapsack that read good for nothing student, exactly the same as the one I had. I snorted, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“She sure does.”

“I hate the rain.” He said.

“I do, too.”

21.04.09

Romeo and Juliet are still on with their extreme PDA. If I weren’t mistaken, I’d think that he, too, was a bit uncomfortable being on the same bench with the two. He tried to avoid looking their way.

21.05.11

“Some people are just shameless, don’t you think so?” He murmured into my ear, as though we’ve known each other for a long time already.

I grinned, trying hard to suppress a guffaw coming all the way from my stomach.

21.06.56

We were both still snickering. Romeo had one hand in Juliet’s cardigan.

21.07.28

“Single?”

“Double.” I answered.

“Haha!”, was all the sound he made in response.

21.09.35

My patience is running out. It’s getting quite late already and heavy traffic will surely cost me a few more hours of waiting before I reach home. “Whatever happened to the train!?” I blurted out, getting off my seat at the same time and walking towards the edge of the platform, trying to make out an image of the train in the dark. There was nothing. I sighed and got back to my seat.

He just shrugged.

21.10.02

Romeo and Juliet were insatiable. They made me wonder how long they have been together. Is this really how people are when they are so very much in love with each other, or is it just them? I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go get a room.” I joked almost aloud, trying my best to sound as innocent as possible, enough for the lovebirds to hear.

He almost died laughing.

21.11.13

The station was already swarming with people. Strangers, just like me and him. He kept whistling tunes, his soiled Chuck Taylors alternately thumping on the tiled floor, his palms on his thighs, producing what seemed to be pseudo drum beats for his tunes. I tried to get a good vision of his face, carefully though, for him not to notice. He looked so Filipino, like there isn’t a single drop of foreign blood running through his veins. When he looked my way, I immediately turned my gaze towards an elderly couple on another bench.

21.12.49

The train finally arrived. We hurriedly stood up and began pushing ourselves into what seemed to be a war for seats or even just 10 inches of space when I realized that I have forgotten my jacket on the bench where Romeo and Juliet still sat, now merely embracing each other. His gentlemanly instinct had him hurrying back to get it for me while I was squeezed into the mob of clashing outfits: elitists, student activists, punks, thugs, senior citizens, construction workers, children, monsters, and animals.

21.13.02

The door shut. As the engine sprung back to life, I tried to look back to where I left my jacket, only to find heads and more heads blocking my view. In disappointment, I embraced myself, feeling cold despite the warmth of the bodies temporarily pasted onto my own skin. There no longer was the faint whiff of Wired. Instead, I stood amidst the stench of expensive perfume mixing with sweat and body odor from all around me.