OF PROMS, BLACK SHIRTS AND EVER BILENA

by Toni Villafuerte
It was 3 o’clock in the morning and my friend and I have been talking for hours trying to catch up about what has happened for the last few months.
“Oh, I’m gonna tell you a story about this dance event I attended…”, says John (not his real name of course. Sheesh.).
“You went to that? How was it?”, this is me.
“It was a bit of a drag, but it was okay.” Him.
“Did you have fun?” Me.
“Not really. But a girl asked me to ask her to dance.” Him.
“She did? This is not King and Queen of Hearts right?” Me making fun of him.
“Nah. I can’t remember what the song was but it sure was uncomfortable!” Him.
“Huh? What do you mean by that?” Me, asking.
“Everyone was staring at us. Making fun of me. They just know the girl sooo isn’t my type.” Him, a bit defensive.
“She wasn’t? Why not?” Me, confused.
“She just isn’t. She was wearing something expensive yet funny-looking. And did I tell you her make-up was way too thick? As in. Foundation day, everyday.” Him, a bit irritated.
I cracked up. He said…
“I was wearing a black shirt and she was leaning on my chest trying to be sweet and all. I was afraid she’d leave cake foundation marks on my shirt…” Him, laughing too.
I laughed for 2 minutes non-stop. I just couldn’t stop laughing at the thought how he was moving his body away just so her make up wouldn’t ruin his shirt for the night. I got my “hahaha” piece. Man that was funny.
John told me he doesn’t like her. I asked him why aside from the make up thing and the ridiculously manicured nails but he just won’t tell me.
“Sometimes you just can’t give anything back but friendship.” Him.
I understood. I know him. He’s my ex, that’s why.
This is part 1.
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