Still Into You

TAMARA "That's what you get when you let your heart break, ohhhh!" The serenity of Tuesday night was disrupted by me singing at the top of my lungs. I danced on my bed with my invisible mic as if I was on stage. I probably scared the lizards on the ceiling. Loud music was blaring out of the speakers. There were some times when mom would peer at my door and say, "Can you please stop that noise?" I admit I get a little bit infuriated before whenever she tells me that but as she repeated that almost a hundred times, I got used to it and just laugh at her remark now. My music wasn't her type of music because she likes mellow love songs, the ones that make her flash back her teenage years. I've taken a nap and guess what? I dreamt that I held hands with Hayley Williams of Paramore. It felt so real! The digits of the clock told me that it was seven o'clock. This night was going to be great because we have a gig! In addition to that,

TAMARA Really? He wanted to see me? Why? Was he already dying? Did he have cancer that's why he wears a bonnet and he came here to bid his farewell? Cool. I'd be glad if that's the case. "Don't worry. I'll be sending flowers on your grave," I said. "Which do you prefer? Daisies or sunflowers? You're dying, right?" "What made you think I'm dying?" He asked, flustered. "Because you're visiting me." What's taking my mom so long? I badly want to leave this jerk alone. I don't know where he got the courage to step inside this house. Shame on him. "Then, you got the wrong idea. I'm visiting you because..." he gasped.  "Tamara, it's been years." I raised an eyebrow. "So?" He gulped with his pleading eyes. "I just wanna talk to you." "You said it yourself that it's  been years so pull your shit together and get over it," I said through gritted teeth. I was about

TAMARAMy head was pounding heavily, a sharp pain shooting through it. There was like a mucus stuck in my nose. My eyes felt so hot and sore. I didn't know what time I have drifted to sleep last night. My pillow was soaked with tears. Maybe being here was a bad idea. I wanted to stay longer in my room, just surround myself with pillow and don't talk with anyone. I think that would be also a bad idea. Mom would wonder. Cole would be worried. In addition to that,  we have a gig so I shouldn't be absent. I promised to myself that I would make it up to my band mates after what happened last time. We were in Cole's place. I was sitting in the couch with my hand on my chin while watching my bandmates play scrabble. They asked me to join but I refused. This was the place where we always meet up to practice. It's been a year since our band formed. We met each other in an audition which was for aspiring singers. To be honest, it wasn't really my will

 TAMARAWhen the first rays of sunlight hit my face, I opened my eyes to find myself lying on Sean's lap. It felt like a pail of cold water was poured into me. My blood drained so in a halt, I rose up. I was careful not to wake him up from his deep slumber. He looked so serene as if he was in a wonderful dream. I know, when he's sober, he wouldn't remember anything. I would also erase in my mind everything what happened in the midnight. It was like I lost control of myself and now I was snapped back to reality. There was this anxiety that grasped into me. What if someone had seen us? I was filled with nostalgia. I remember the days when we had pillow fights and then, we'd end up falling in each other's arms. That was the side of Sean that I have witnessed for the first time, him in a drunk state. I was left with wonder. Was he really miserable when we drifted apart or he just said th

TAMARA The whiff of moist leaves from the opened window seeped through my room, waking up my senses. It was late afternoon, past four o'clock and the breeze was cooler. I rubbed my eyes, tossing and turning on the bed. I stared at the wall as I had a recollection of what happened before I was dragged in a deep slumber. My tear stained face was the evidence. For a moment I wondered, was it all just a dream? I remembered the warmth that embrace me, consoled and hushed me. That feeling... I climbed out of the bed. Something like burning wafted into my nostrils. My eyebrows knitted together. I was panic stricken so I followed the smell that led me to the kitchen wherein I found Sean in my apron, cooking something.Sean... So it was real when I felt arms wrapped around me when I was crying? I thought it was just a piece of illusion.He turned to face me. My heartbeat escalated. "Hey, Tam. I just want to ma