Only One (two shot story inspired by KathNiel)

Hue Lozano

Only One

©tannanana

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Hi. I'm Hue Lozano. And I fell in love with this gangster-looking, thug-like guy named Zyk Rodriguez. He's well into fights. He's smoking. He's drinking. And he uses illegal drugs.

Sucks right?

How could I fall in love with someone as irresponsible and carefree as him?

He's nineteen but he's childish and immature.

If you're wondering how I miraculously fell in love with him.... well, so am I. I really don't get. But maybe that's the thing about love. You don't need reasons to love somebody. You'll just fall and everything else will follow and fall into their own places.

I hate him. But I love him more. I just didn't expect I could feel this great towards him. I mean, I merely liked his existence. I was doing fine with my life. Me, living with my dad alone, because my mom was diseased. We were really doing fine until one summer afternoon...

I went to starbucks to order my favorite mocha frappe. I was planning to see my dad after this. He told me he would like me to meet his business partner's son. It was fine with me.

I got my order. I wore my headset playing my favorite song Only One by yellowcard. I pushed the door, but as I got out of the place, someone bumped into me hard that I badly fell on my behind.

I sat there, pathetically with my frappe splashed over me. My headset fell too.Darn it!

"What the fuck??? Watch where you're going dude!" I snorted. Yes he's a guy! I was barely holding onto my patience. I could just really smack the hell out of him and leave him here lifeless.

I studied his existence in front of me. He's the weirdest looking guy I have ever laid my precious eyes on. He wears eyeliner. He has lots of piercings and if I'm not mistaken, I spotted a tribal tattoo at the back of his forearm and at his shoulder to his neck. And his long hair who looks like hasn't been cut for weeks.

He helped me stood up. "I'm sorry miss. Someone's after me." He looks disturbed and bothered. He was glancing every two seconds at my back like he was afraid of something coming.

"I don't care! I'm not that dumb not to see. Beside, you're too obvious you're in a hurry."  I snapped.

"Well, if you really don't care then I'm gonna go now--" he was about to go when I held him by his elbow. He dropped his unfocused--but now focused- stare at my hand. I removed it immediately because he's eyeing me awkwardly. Like I should feel ashamed now??

"You're gonna go? Just like that??? JUST LIKE THAT????! Beats me! You're gonna pay for the trouble you'd caused me!" I wasn't really pertaining to the drink, I was after the damaged he had brought me.

"Miss, I would really like to make it up to you but-- oh! Bullcrap!" He, wide eyed, turned to my back.

"What?" I glanced too, but I was too shocked and astonished to see bunch of goons-looking guys coming our way.

"Run!" He yelped!

I was too flabbergasted to react. He grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me to who knows where.

We were running endlessly! Getting into shabby routes, running into unfamiliar places. We've been like running for our lives!

I was too tired to run an extra yard. I stopped on my tracks and breathe exasperatedly. "heee-stop... plea-hease...." I was breathing my lungs out when we heard noises coming our way. They're coming! But I can't run anymore!