Mission: Find The Girl

Take 10 - Unpredictable - ACTION!

Augustine's POV:

I didn't know what to do.

He was saying the whole time how hurt he was. He...even cried.

He might have trusted me that much if he actually cried in front of me.

Boys always rant that they should never cry in front of girl because they will lose their manliness or something. I don't think that is completely true.

Well, a crybaby will not be liked. Of course. Duh.

But in Ro's case...I don't know what I would have done.

He has been holding these feelings within himself so long.

He cried because...he was strong for so long.

"I am not. It might have been the dust." He said to me.

As much as you try to hide what you are really feeling, you can't deceive me, Ro.

The next thing I did surprised me...more than it surprised him.

I did not know what I was doing I just...hugged him.

I couldn't do anything next. I just held him tighter.

I really don't know why I was doing it?

Sympathy? Coincidence? Pity? Or....No way!

No, no, no. no way I am falling for an alien like him!

This is just.....yeah, that's it! A friend's care!

....Who am I kidding?

I stayed like that for a couple of minutes.

His head lay tightly on my chest.

Oh...Just Great.

I have just won the Oscar for embarrassing myself...because of myself!

I could feel his face...burning. Literally.

He is ...blushing.

Does he like...

No. What the hell am I thinking, anyway?

Moreover, when will this awkward silence end?!

I was searching for a topic to speak of when he spoke up.

"....Umm....Ms....Augustine?" He asked in a can-you-let-go-off-me-now tone.

"Oh...right." I answered back. I let go off him...For a moment there, I felt like...I don't really know. It is like....I don't know! When I let him go, my chest starts to feel this not-so-nice throbbing pain.

"...W-why did you do that....Ms. Augustine?" He asked with his face to me but his eyes looking away from my gaze.

"Ro, I know the feels."

He looked at me in a strange way as if I am a Godzilla, trying to fit in a ballet costume, and jumping around like a rabbit, chomping his book. What did I do?

"Ro....I love my mother and father."

He seemed to realize where I was heading because his eyebrows furrowed and gazed deeply into my eyes.

"You are implying-"

I cut him off. "Yeah."

"Well, if you had to choose, who will you choose? You dad or mom?" He demanded.