In His Eyes

Chapter 7

I'm holding his hand. He's holding mine. I still couldn't remove the thought while it is currently happening. I was dragging him somewhere and my brain stopped functioning. I am a smart person but why am did my brain suddenly stopped working.

My heart was beating like crazy. Under the streetlights, I never imagined something like this could happen. I never felt giddy before, and here I was acting like a kid about to get his candy.

We were walking the streets where no noise can be heard and the only lights that accompany us are from the streetlights and the moon. Only the moon can see us holding hands.

I looked at him, appreciating his beauty. His hair flowing along with the strong cold winds. His cupid bow lips turning upward into a smile. His eyes squinted as he smiled at me.

I felt him hold my hands a little tighter. Our hands changed position as our fingers are now intertwined. The softness of his skin is something that my mind somehow can't comprehend.

"Where are we off to?" He asked, looking at me. "Where do you want to eat?"

"Oh," I said, suddenly stopping. "I want some street foods," I said, suddenly feeling shy of my answer. Why am I even feeling shy about this?

"Hmm," he started, "sure, lead the way," he said, swinging our hands as if we're children.

It's a good thing that our arms separate our bodies because if he was any closer, I swear he could hear my heart beating. I was leading the way as I saw the food stall of my favorite street food.

"There," I said pointing at the food stall that was filled with drunk teenagers. This was a famous stall because it helps hungry drunk people to gather their thoughts while enjoying food.

"I know this place," he said, "sure, let's eat here." He looks at me and I nodded. We went to take a seat. The place was just outside and only a big umbrella is placed on the table for two. Our hands parted ways and I never felt so disappointed. My hands don't feel the warmth anymore.

He looks at me, smiling as if he heard my train of thoughts. He stood up to take our order and took it the time to check my phone for messages.

Philip: Stay safe! Don't do anything stupid.

Even if Philip likes to tease me, I know that he cares for me deeply like a brother. A brother who likes to bully, that is.

I looked around me while waiting for Max. I laughed at the scene. Some teenagers were sleeping on the floor, not caring about anything, due to drunkenness. Some were eating like it was their favorite meal. It was a pretty funny scene if you ask me.

"What's funny?" I was laughing silently when he asked. I looked at him and the meal he brought and smiled like a kid during Christmas. It was a soup called Pares. I was still hot as I take the rice with me.

"Just admiring the drunken scene," I answered, looking around us. He chuckled at what I said. I looked at him and laughed. He looked at me, smiling at my actions.

"You're cute," he commented, making me shut up. I looked down and focus my interest on my food as if it was something so admirable. It's a good thing that I'm drunk because my face is already red from alcohol, no need to add the blush caused by his shameless mouth.

"Shut up," I said, eating my food. I looked at him and laughed. "Focus on your food," I said, pointing at the food in front of him.

He laughed at my actions and proceeded to eat his food. There was silence but it was comforting. We were both eating and the silence comforting us, like nothing else mattered at that moment.

After we both ate, we stood up and continue our little walk. I was walking beside him when I felt his hand brush against mine. It suddenly sent sparks all throughout inside me. I don't know what that was about. I'm just drunk.

Our hands keep brushing against one another until he held my hand. Bold move, I thought to myself. I smiled and looked down and took interest on the pavement. I felt him move as he took his phone from his pocket.

"Listen to this," he said, putting an earphone in. I took his earphones and placed it in my ear. It sounded familiar yet not. "It's Run Away With Me by CRJ."

I looked at him as if waiting for him to sing. He keeps on looking at me as the music plays on. Still walking around, not even caring if it's already near 4 AM.

I blushed at the thought, at the scene of us.

"Why this song?" I asked, looking up at him.

"It fits the moment," he said. So, there's a moment.

"This is the part, you've got to say all that you're feeling," he started singing, immediately making my attention focus on him. I still love it whenever he sings, sending chills down my spine. Making my head lose control.

"Packing a bag, we're leaving tonight when everyone's sleeping," he continued. Our walk felt like forever and that's how it should be. I don't know when this walk would stop but I felt like this was how it's supposed to be, making the unknown feel comforting.

"Let's run away. I'll run away with you."

"Well, do you?" I asked, suddenly regretting it. I removed his earphones and returned it. I smiled at his confused face and laughed. "Let's run," I said, and before he could process the thought, I already ran.

I ran, not letting go of our intertwined hands. We ran until we get to the main road. We stopped and waited for a taxi.

We went inside still not letting go. It's like a contest on who can hold on longer. I'm not going to lose this contest, I thought to myself.

While inside the taxi, we told the driver for the directions to my dorm since Max wanted to drop me off first.

We were still holding hands when I felt his thumb brush against my hand. I swear that subtle action made my insides explode. Carl Max Rodriguez, what are you doing to me?

This person beside me, the moment I met him I knew I was right. He was dangerous, but I never meant it to be this way. I was right that he reeks danger, cigarette, and strawberries. Yet I'm attracted by it. I'm just drunk, I reassured myself.

The ride on the way home felt long. I started to ask him questions. "Why Accounting?"

"It's my dad's dream for me," he answered honestly, adding nothing else. I saw his face get serious for a moment but it was immediately gone.

I started to feel sleepy and when he heard me yawn, he let go of my hand. I looked at him as if silently asking him why he let go of my hand. He smiled and patted his lap. "You can sleep here. I'll wake you up later."

I was about to fight the feeling when the dizziness hits me. I nodded and proceeded to rest my head on his lap. As I rest my head on his lap, his hand went to hold my waist as if not wanting for me to fall.

I held onto him by holding his hand. His hand, how can I describe it? It fits mine perfectly.

~*~

"Axel," I heard someone, waking me up from my sleep. "We're here."

I blinked a few times before I get to clearly see the beautiful face of the voice. I touched his face before I get to come to my senses. I quickly sat down and looked at him innocently.

I got out of the taxi and said thank you to the driver as Max paid the fare. I looked at him because I was supposed to pay. "You can pay next time," he said, figuring out my look.

There's a next time?

I looked at him as if waiting for a goodbye.

"Can I pee inside?" Max asked, smiling at me. At first, I didn't move because I was looking at his cupid bow lips, his smile mesmerizing me.

"Sure," I said as I lead him towards my dorm. I put my hands in my pockets because I know that my hand will look for his if I put it out any longer.

As he finished taking his time peeing, I lead him to the door of my dorm where I'll bid my farewell.

"Good night, please stay safe," I said before kissing his cheek.

Kissing his cheek. I froze at my action and slammed the door in his face. I heard chuckles from the other side of the door. I jumped on my bed and hid my face on my pillow. Why did I do that?

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