This one doesn't have a date at the bottom, because I really have no intention of posting this. I think it's just too lame. I posted this on another site, and someone commented that he enjoyed reading this. I hope you'll it enjoy too.
“Did you hear about the news?” Kylie said as she seated beside me in the cafeteria.
“What news?” I was surprised I was eating alone. My lapses were happening too often.
“Rye and Lily.”
“What about them?” The bite I had taken from my sandwich was a bit larger than intended. I munched on it anyway.
“It’s official. They’re the couple for the ‘to-be-weds’ on Friday.”
I couldn’t find a word to fill the silence. I cleared my throat instead.
“Aren’t you going to do something? That silly booth has a reputation of—“
“Making the couples end up together,” I finished it for her.
Silence again.
“What now?” Kylie asked me expectantly.
“What do you mean?”
“That’s enough. Talk to me when you’re ready to stop pretending!”
She was right. I was pretending not to be affected by that stupid news. He was supposed to pick me. That was what everyone thought. What I thought.
Friday came. Rye was too busy with the requirements we had for that week that he didn’t find time to talk to me. I was pretending to be busy too.
The booth was set up on the third floor of the same building where Kylie and I were having our seminar for the theater group. We joined last year and got lucky to be accepted. While everyone was attentively listening to the speaker I didn’t hear Kylie get up from her seat beside me. She returned almost immediately.
“The wedding’s going to start.” She said casually, looking directly at the speaker.
“Okay.” I nodded.
“That’s it?” She let out an exasperated sound.
I lowered my head. What was I supposed to do? Talk him out of it? Besides, it was just a tradition. Nobody knows what will happen in the future.
I got up.
“Finally!” Kylie said triumphantly.
“Girls’ room.” Her shoulders sagged.
I opened the door and there he was panting. He looked like he just sprinted across the school field ten times.
“Is it finished?” I said. He looked handsome in the suit.
“NO!” he almost shouted.
“Lower your voice!” I dragged him away from the door.
His expression changed. He looked like a boy who was forced to eat spinach.
“I don’t like her.” He was almost begging.
“I thought you picked her?”
“No. Aunt Ria did. She used my phone to inform the teacher of my ‘decision’.” His all-knowing aunt again. I should’ve known.
“Then tell them. All of them.” I said. I was surprisingly calm.
He didn’t answer.
“Rye! You’re up!” The organizer obviously ran the stairs.
“See you later.” I said.
While he was reluctantly walking away, he looked like a little boy again. What was worse was that he looked like he would throw a tantrum. His eyes were begging me to stop him from going. But I can’t. I don’t know why.
Then he was gone.
On my way to the comfort room, I heard someone calling me. I turned and saw the organizer again.
“What are you doing here?!” He sounded exasperated.
“Use… the… toilet?” I sounded dumb.
He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the third floor. “You have a wedding to attend!”
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“So you and Kylie planned this all up?” I was frowning. The ‘wedding’ just ended.
He just smiled. I punched his arm.
“Ow! Hey! I should be the one getting angry! You didn’t even make a move to stop me from going to the wedding!” He was serious now.
I was silent. He was right.
“I don’t like fakes.” I whispered.
“What?”
“I DON’T LIKE FAKES!” I shouted.
“You want the real one?” He teased.
I buried my face on my palms.
He laughed out loud. “You can’t hide it. Your ears are pink”.
MVJLO
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