Category: couple

Morning voice


That good for nothing boyfriend!
I’ve been calling him for maybe the hundredth time that morning, hoping to any god out there that he’d answer. I’m willing to bet everything right now that even if an earthquake shook his house, he’d still be sleeping like a rock. Stupid boyfriend. I groan as the irritating recording started.
“The number you have dialed cannot be reached. Please try again later.”
I did everything within my will not to throw my two year old phone across the room. I love this phone. I love this phone. I repeated to myself. The heat of the morning began to catch up to me, making me feel more irritated. 
“Wake me up tomorrow okay?” He said.
I nodded, before he kissed me goodbye. A million butterflies exploded in my stomach like fireworks, and I felt myself melt into him. He gripped my back, making me stick to him like fly paper. We both removed ourselves from each other, both in need of air. I smiled at him sweetly, before closing the door.
I regret that decision with every bone in my body. I should have shut the door in his face. Or I should have thrown my alarm clock at him that I have lovingly set at five am to wake him up. Stupid boyfriend. I slam my forehead on my computer desk, knowing fully that a small bump was bound to appear there. I dialled his number again, and I stuck my phone to my ear like glue. The deep tone kept ringing, and I breathed in heavily to calm myself.
“Hello love.”
I was ready to yell at him. I really was. I prepared a number of profanities that would hail me as the wife of Satan. I was ready to shut off my phone and let him call me a hundred of times. But damn, everything in me was either turned on or jittery as my heart palpitated for a few seconds. Is this what a heart attack feels like?His voice was so gentle yet so masculine, so caught off guard. It was candid, a situation I loved the best.
“Are you there?” 
His voice brought me to reality again, and I hated the smile that tugged on the corner of my lips.
“I hate you.” I said, pouting. 
He laughed, that laugh that would skyrocket me into a certain kind of high that no drug can ever give. I sighed deeply, feeling the anger wash away.
“Are you done laughing?” I asked, adding a bit of anger in my voice to scare him.
“I’m sorry. I dreamed that we were together. I didn’t want to wake up.”
How could I get mad with an answer like that? This boy is good, too good for my own good. I pretended like I was irritated, so I didn’t answer him.
“Honey? I know you’re there.”
Silence.
“Answer me. I’m like a puppy waiting for a biscuit. But I’m your lost puppy.”
I’m about to lose my resolve here.
“I miss your voice. Talk to me please?”
Five..four..three..two..
“I love you.” Damn it. Was that me? I was so close. I could only imagine him smiling at the other end, looking like a drugged up loon.
“I love you too.”
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Don’t you just hate it when you’re so mad at someone, but they do something that makes your anger melt? This is not fiction by the way. This has happened to me a hundred times before (I’m not exaggerating), and I hate my boyfriend. That’s why we’ve been together for years now. Stupid boyfriend. -.-

Just two weeks

As I got on the jeepney ride home, I was completely and utterly tired. I had two exams tomorrow, my stupid boyfriend got jealous because of some guy who hugged me and I had to keep up with P.E. I squeezed myself in between the people, my head almost automatically resting on my bag. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard someone sob.

“Shh.It’s okay.” A soothing voice said.

I looked up to see what the commotion was, and I saw a couple sitting across me. The girl was gripping her boyfriend’s shoulder, tears going down her cheeks. Her boyfriend’s hand was on hers, and his eyes were holding back tears. Just then the girl released the boy, pushing him away. He immediately held her hand, and she snapped and glared at him.

“It’s just two weeks, love. Two weeks then we’ll be together again.” He whispered.

I felt like I was eavesdropping, but I couldn’t help it.I looked around me, the other passengers oblivious about the scene developing in front of me. When the guy’s tear began to fall, I was tuned in to their conversation. The girl still wasn’t looking at him, and seemed to push him away.

“I’m sorry okay? If I could stay here, I would. But you know how my parents are.” He said.

The girl’s tensed shoulders relaxed a bit, and she turned her head to face him. She caught my eye, so I embarrassingly hid my head on my bag again. A few moments I looked up again, and I caught the boy kissing her forehead. It was pretty sweet, the way they both comforted each other.

“You promised you didn’t have to go home.” The girl said, her voice cracking.

“I have to. But I’ll do everything I could to go back okay? Plus, you’re my home now. I’d just be going somewhere where I grew up.”

He held her chin on his finger as he spoke to her, and I melted with the girl. She simply smiled at him, and leaned on his shoulder. They soon talked in hushed tones, their hands intertwined. The jeep soon fell into silence, except for the occasional sob that came from the girl. I tried my best not to reach out to her, because I felt like I knew her after minutes of listening to their conversation. I sound like a stalker, I know, but they shared a look I’ve only seen once in my life – the way my parents looked at each other – true love. Both of them didn’t look like they’re more than twenty years old, yet they were lucky enough to find each other.

All too soon the jeepney stopped, and it took me a moment to realize that the girl was getting off. She then hugged him tight, gathered her stuff then got off the vehicle. He then turned around to watch her get inside her house. Just then my phone beeped, and it took me a moment to struggle through my messy bag.

From: Stupid boyfriend <3
‘I’m sorry about earlier. I just can’t bear to see you with someone else.’

My heart melted like a pool of lava, and I began smiling like an idiot. I looked up to the guy, who was getting off the vehicle. I then realized that I was lucky that I had a boyfriend who was with me in the same city and loved me just as much. As the vehicle zoomed off away from the guy, I wondered how they were going to make it. I knew even just a week without seeing my boyfriend would be too much, and they’re going through twice that span of time.

Before I went to bed that night, a single thought went through my head. They’re going to make it. I thought. It looked like true love after all.

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slightly fiction. this really happened, although from another person’s point of view. my boyfriend went to his hometown for two weeks yesterday, and I think this is my way of coping. 🙂