Gnaipafe

"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to perceive his genuine and humorous laugh. 
"What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. 
I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. 
"Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a  while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. 
He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. 
He is my best friend, my hero and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love?

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My 3 in 1

My  Face turns fiery on what I've heard, and my palm unwittingly flies towards his face.  He is misjudging my friend, and it's not fair.

"How dare you talk about Jewel that way after everything that you've done together?"  I protest over his criticism.  Everything changes on how I look at him right now; he's a scumbag.  And without another word after, I stride away from him straight to the taxi lane.

"Cloe, wait! I will give you a ride home."  Val attempts to follow me.

Yet, with perfect timing that almost all of the passengers are gone and a vacant taxi is waiting,  I get into the cab and order the driver to go as soon as possible.  I look back to Val,  flops his shoulders with his regretful demeanor.

I arrived home unappeased with my day, especially when Val is trying to be a scumbag again.  I went out of the cab whining over to myself for paying almost two hundred pesos, wasted just for a fare.

JEWEL'S REAL GIG