CHAPTER 25
NICOLLE'S POV
"Seriously, Nicolle?! You call that having fun?!"
Blake shot me a sideway glance and threw me a look of skepticism. What's wrong with him? I mean why can't he understand that making fun of one of the most important persons in your life was the most hilarious things in the whole damn world?!
“Nicolle,” he called out, his voice turning serious. Uh, what now? “Kung may rules ka, may rules din ako.”
I shifted in my seat and brushed my hair with my fingers. I tried so hard not to laugh. “Ok, what?” I asked.
He puffed his cheek as he pulled over to the side of the road. He remained silent and scowling. Damn it. The silence didn’t help in forgetting what we talked about at the restaurant. Okay, to make it short, the conversation went like this:
Anne: He loves Barbie.
George: I was almost unsure of him.
Anne: You were not almost unsure of him.
George: Fine, I was unsure of him.
Nicolle: You mean—
Blake: Shut up, Nicolle.
George: Is that how you treat your girlfriend, son?
Krungy: Yep, definitely.
Blake: No.
Nicolle: Yes.
Blake: Nakakainis kayo.
Nicolle: Anne, please proceed.
Anne: My pleasure, dear.
Blake: Ma!
Anne: Shut it, Blake.
Nicolle: Yeah, shut it, Blake.
Anne: Let’s go back. Okay, so… Blake would throw tantrums if we don’t buy him Barbie.
Blake: So what? I like Barbie. Who doesn’t?
Everyone of us raised our hand up. Blake rolled his eyes.
Krungy: I never played with Barbie.
Nicolle: I didn’t too.
Blake: You know what, I’m leaving.
George: Son, no one’s going to defend you if you leave.
Blake groaned.
Anne: As I was saying, Blake loves Barbie.
Blake groaned.
Anne: He has a collection of more than… hmm, about 25? Is that correct dear?
Blake: 20.
Krungy: And he says that was lame.
Nicolle: I never owned a single Barbie doll in my life.
George: Blake would—
Blake: Enough.
Anne: Fine.
George: And then, there was this one time…
Krungy: When he went skinny dipping. He was seventeen.
Anne: He thought he was the only one.
George: In a public pool in LA.
Krungy: And then, these gay men and old women just—
Krungy was cut off by her laughter.
Blake: Yes. Yes. Fine, I was—it wasn’t funny okay?!
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Teen FictionI knew at that moment, that we belonged to each other. The bunny and the bear, with all their craziness and differences, they belong in each other's love. *** She's an ice princess. And now, she was sent to melt here in the Philippines. He's a bro...
