"Heyya.." I said,
"Hi..thnx for da awesome night.."
"No probz..i guess it was awesme huh??"
"It was..thnx to u.."
"Y??wat did i do??"
"Haha..nuthin..nuthin at all..=P"
"So watcha doin??"
"Jus thinkin bout you..can i tell you somethin??"
"Wat is it??"
"Its gud news and bad news.."
"Ok..wats da gud news??"
"Gud news is dat i kinda like you..and i dun want things to end jus like dat.."
Boy was I relived! I didn't want things to end like that now; it just can't!
"I like you too..i reli do..i dun want us to jus end it there.."
And then came the bad news..
"But there's sumthin else.."she said,
"Wat is it sheila??"
"My ex..he wants me back.."
And that was it. I thought that she didn't want to go back to him. Little did I know...
"Are you like still in2 him or sumthin??"
"Well..yea..i kinda miss him..i still have feelings for him..and he just asked me for a second chance..isnt dat great??"
"Haha..yea..gud for you gal.."
"Thnx vick..no hard feelins aite??i still wnt u as a fren..will you be there for me??
"Haha..of course i will..dont worry about dat!!"
"Thnx vick..i reli appreciate it..=)i gtg 2 bed nw..nitez!!"
"Nitez gal.."
I was drop-dead speechless. I didn't what to think after that. She just wanted to be friends? Then what was that kiss all about? I have feelings for this girl, more then she knows. I can't believe what just happened. It feels as if my heart was torn apart from me. This just didn't happen. I should have known better. The questions in my head all together had only one answer now-It was just a one time thing!
And so it was. I went on with my life, attending all my classes, putting up fake laughters in conversations, trying to come up with new ways to spice up the prom. We still had rehearsals, which made things even worse. I had to see her every time, but out of all that, she was far more happier then before. Maybe things happened for a good reason, maybe things weren't meant to be between us. However, there is still one little sadness in my heart; the sadness from not being able to tell her how I feel about her.
The prom day came, and I was all dressed up for the occasion; black Dapper jeans, black Albertini shoes, black Giordano tie and a white Suave shirt with a Giordano vest. I was looking rather professional for the evening. When the guests started to arrive, she came in too. And what a beauty she was; blue prom tube, not too low cut or revealing the thigh , but still showing off her legs and a little cleavage. Her hair, damn! Beautiful as it ever was, not too wavy, brought down, and just making her look as vibrant as ever.
Her turn for her performance came, and she went up on stage. She held the mic, feeling nervous, but not making it too obvious. I couldn't take my eyes off her at all. Her beauty, her voice, they just mesmerized me, as if I was put into a trance. She sang the song perfectly, just as we rehearsed it. Before I knew it, tears did drop from my eyes; wish I knew why. As soon as she was done, everyone stood up and gave her a round of applause. She just earned herself a standing ovation for that performance.
I stood in awe, wondering if I would ever find myself a girl as wonderful as her; as beautiful, as talented as her. All the performances ended, and all the guests had their dinner. It was time for the open dance floor. It was an awesome night indeed. Every started dancing, and showing off their own moves. I was amazed looking at all of them "shaking it" to different songs. I joined in the fun too; proving to everyone that even I can dance.
The last call came on, and it was her song, Sheila's song. Right when it came on, I saw her, and something in me told me to ask her to dance. So I did, and she agreed to dance with me. I held her hands, and grabbed her waist. We just moved a couple of steps, and then, I started to pull her close to me. She leaned on my chest, her hands around my neck. Both my hands around her waist, holding her tight. At that moment, I never wanted to let her go. I never want to leave this moment, no I don't! It just can't end this way, it just can't. The song ended, I had to let her go. She thanked me for calling her to dance with me, and she told how great a dancer I was.
All I could do was smile, as she turned her back, and walked away; not just from that moment, but from me as well.
