My short story…
I love to write sometimes. It may be out of boredom or just inspired. Maybe I can tell a story or so.
At early summer of the time when I was nine or ten, I befriended a guy who just moved in the neighborhood. He was about the same age as me and he’s so kind. Eventually we became close friends. He visited the house almost everyday to play games like hide-&-seek, patintero and jumping jack. In midsummer, we officially became best friends. Whenever my mom calls for an errand, he’ll go with me and stuff like that. Even neighbors were nosy if there is a thing going on between us.
One afternoon, I was sitting on a bench under a guava tree in the front yard doing nothing but stare at our front door. A knock at the gate disturbed me from my thoughts then saw him from the iron bars. I smiled & let him in.
“Why are you early? It’s two in the afternoon.” I started.
He smiled back and said, “Nothing. Just passing by if there are ripe guavas already.” He looked upward, found two medium-sized and reached overhead to grab them. He dusted them off on his shirt and tossed the riper one to me because he knew I do not like bitter taste.
“Thanks.” I examined the guava and dusted it again on my shirt. “So what games do you have in mind?” I asked before taking a bite.
I sat back on the bench hiding my gladness, just in time when my cat needed a pat. So I put the cat on my lap and started to stroke his fur on one hand and clasping the fruit on the other.
“The usual. You know. Hey, maybe this time we’ll try something new like tumbang preso?” Mumbling the words as he ate.
He followed and sat beside me.
“That’s nice. We’ll try it later.” I agreed with attention still on the juicy guava.
He reached a hand and imitated the way I fondled the cat, our hands barely touching. Moments passed by and still we both said nothing until we finished and fired two balls of guava seeds in the next-door-neighbor’s roof which caused sounds like that of firecrackers. We held our laughs and giggles to avoid being caught. Luckily, the owners were in vacation.
To my surprise, he put his head on my shoulder and said, “Do you think we could be friends forever?”
I couldn’t see his face from my view so I did not know what he was feeling or what and I remembered something.
“Yeah I think so. Why? When are you going to
“I don’t know, maybe in September. If things won’t work out there, I’ll come back.” He sat straight and surprised me again by asking, “What does it feel to be in love?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been—in love. Why? Do you think you are?”
“Uhm… Not so sure.” He looked at me.
Keeping my sudden change of joy to gloominess, I masked it with a smile and a statement, “Aha! So you have another crush on someone.”
“Yes, but this one different from the others.”
“So tell me about her.”
“I think I’ve found the most beautiful person in the world.”
“Go on…”
He hesitated for a second.
“But I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
He said something close to my ear that caught me to another one of his surprises but it was the surprise of all surprises in that afternoon that even my ears did not believe.
Summer days ended and the school days were starting. We rarely see each other since then. Mom has told me to stay in the house for my studies.
Until now, when I see him, I secretly smile and frequently reminds me of the line he said that afternoon.
“He’s a guy…”
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