That Boy

It was my best friend's graduation party and I was excited to see my friends.

I forgot that "He" was my best friend's cousin and never thought "He" would be there.

And there he was, still looked the same. Same hair style. Same way of dressing. Same smile. Same aura. Free spirited. "Angelic smile" but very deceiving. He was short, chinito, fair-skinned. We had a short talk and I'm surprised he knew much about me. (of course he is my best friend's cousin)

Looking at him made me think back of high school years. Innocent yet wild years of my life. I can't forget what a loser I was when he's around. I go back my way whenever we get to meet on the hallway.

I remember it all like it just happened yesterday. He was a new student. We were merely freshmen. We were practicing for a yell and he was wearing a grey shirt and my first impression on him was all good. Thought he was a good boy, innocent, sweet, kind. But later on.. Those impressions didn't last. He kept staring at me from the back of the line. I even remember he moved back from the line just to be near me. I wasn't into him at that time. I liked someone else. That was the first meeting.

Every recess, lunch time, when I pass by the canteen, he'd call my name and give me a wink. He looks really cute every time he does that. Then he started asking for my phone number which I was hesitant to give but he found out anyway.

He made a call on every "Teves" on the telephone directory. How I knew? The people from my parent's apartment had been complaining because the telephone subscriber from every apartment was under my parents and brothers' name. He made an effort. I started to like him.

He calls every night. He had a good voice. He sound more mature than his age.

I think he is the only person I knew who never run out of topic. His topics were interesting. There was never a boring moment with him. He calls and when my dad gets the call, he'd tell my dad he'll ask about an assignment. Then my dad would mock him. My nightmare began, my dad won't let go of the phone anymore. He hates it when somebody would call me at home. "Teenagers" dad never understood that. Every time phone rings, my heart beats faster and heavier. I can always tell it was him who called. The longest conversation we had was 8 hours.

Then he started to get in trouble at school. The good boy image was just a front according to many. Teachers feared and hated him and so did his classmates. He was a bully. A "terror" teacher in Math calls him "Jesus christ from hell". Why Jesus? because he had disciples and so did he. All girls were warned about him. He became very popular. He wears a shirt under his polo instead of "sando". Wears sneakers instead of leather shoes. His hair was careless. Back then being bad was cool and being good was uncool. I always thought of him as cool. He really was. I idolized him.

Despite how dirty he wanted to look, He still looked rich because of his nice smooth skin. Rubbed my arm against his one time. Just once.

He gets all the girls. Too many girls. The hot ones. All went crazy over him even I. But I was discreet, and he respected me. It felt good.

It became "us" for just a week some time in July 1999. He was my first boy friend and I was never good at having a relationship or a fling for two reasons:

First, because I was too young.

Second, He was my first "boy friend". (but i bet he didn't recall that. hehe)

I was weird and a loser when it comes to that.

I will never forget that feeling I had with him. Heart beats fast when he's around. I also get nervous can't even speak a word. I go back my way when I see him coming. Seeing him in school made my day. Everyone knew I liked him but I bet he didn't know that. His smile was my vitamin. Hearing his voice when he calls was my dessert.

He was also the first person who gave me heart aches. But I never shed a tear. I thank God I met such a wonderful person like him. He taught me one and most important thing in this life, --to be STRONG.

After first freshmen he was kicked out. He went to other school and I missed him. I remember one embarrassing time when I was in Sophomore. I had a Math exam by the same teacher who called him "Jesus christ from hell". It was a difficult exam everyone in the room were quiet and concentrating on the exam. I suddenly shouted out his name. Few classmates laughed others managed to hold it. I turned red. Good thing the teacher didn't notice. Whew!

Years passed by, he visits our school seldom times. Every time he does, I never missed it. Then when we were in college, I remember one time he called at home. We talked. I told him how I felt about him which he never knew. It was more of a confession. He was flattered and thankful. I guess that was his last call. Maybe he freaked out or something. Hehehe.

Never had a kiss with him not even a touch on the hand. But still the feeling I had was greater. I still don't know how to describe it. Was it love? I don't know.

And so that night I never realized how much I missed him. And the "kilig" feeling I had, amazed me. He was smoking his cigarette he was talking to me two meters away. I had a beautiful night. The stars were bright and visible and so was his smile and his "happy" eyes. I showed him a picture of my son who kinda looks like him. heheh He was happy and he thinks I'm happy with my life. I am. Really!

P.S

To Ernel, Honey don't be jealous. You knew his story. I just think he's an interesting topic on my blog. Muah

To "That Boy" who could have a chance to read this blog, Thank you.

Live well and be happy to all the losers!