Chapter Four

Sid Point of View

That’s not the only thing I’m sad of, besides the fact that we only chat online to communicate, I can also feel that he doesn’t want the world to know that he has a friend like me. I understand him though, he’s reach quite some far and his future is already secured, but me? My grades are always on the line and I always catch myself into cat fights.

There’s only one thing I’m passionate about and that’s dancing. I would almost skip my classes to attend trainings and practices; one thing that Mama and I would always argue about because I couldn’t balance my time and my studies was always left behind.

Since a toddler, I have been dancing already and at the age of fourteen, I became a part of a dance crew at which I’m the youngest member. The second youngest in the group is sister Wyna, she was a senior student at that time and I’m a junior.

Right now, I am still part of the group and we’re staying strong. We’ve joined a lot of competitions and someone we win, but sometimes we lose. But the reality of life is that I do not really care about any prize or trophy… maybe it’s a bonus but what’s important is that we’ve delivered our dance gracefully; and that’s the most satisfying thing of all.

As of my father, I do not have one. Mama and Papa divorced way back before I even had the chance to meet him. According to Mama, Daya was still in her womb when they separated so I barely had memories with him; I’m already happy to have Mama and Daya with me.

“There’s a lot of kissing scenes in brother Grant’s show, I wonder if their lips would get swelled.” Daya stated while watching in between the spaces of her fingers because apparently she’s not watching kissing scenes. I rolled my eyes unto her and continued watching the show with teary eyes. I am jealous, all right?

Truth be told, Grant is my childhood best friend. And apparently, yours truly fell in love with him. If you’re going to ask if he knows about my feelings, the answer would be no. I would never admit it because I knew he’d just get mad at me and he’d cut our ties as best friends.

That’s what I see at dramas, the reason why I kept these feelings all by myself. And one more thing, it’s enough that I get to talk to him and that I matter in his life. Though I would feel neglected at times, but what’s important is that he’s still talking to me, right?

And if I confess my feelings, I bet it would spread like wildfire… because of his fan girls. In that case, his image as a model, actor and singer would be at stake.

Aside from being talented, he’s also smart, but he’s the cold type of person in real life, but then again when it comes to his fan girls, the friendly side of him would resurfaced. As if his lips are always ready to smile.

And that’s okay with me…

He kind of had a thick and dark brows, his nose is pointy and his skin so soft and milky. His attractive and plump lip is his best asset. He looks downright like a Korean artist because he’s also good at his fashion sense.

He had it all in him,

Or maybe not.

He doesn’t know how to dance and he’s not that tall. He hates it when I call him a short-legged person. He’d roll his eyes and won’t talk to me. He’s not that small but he’s just in between being 5’4 or 5’5. 

We would always argue about a video where he danced as a birthday gift to me, of course Mama forced him. When Mama showed me the video, I was so happy and Grant wasn’t. He doesn’t know how to dance as if his body is a bamboo stick.

“I’d like to kill that girl; she’d always show up everywhere even though Grant doesn’t like her.” I was so frustrated while watching as Wendy showed up in front of Grant once again. Wendy is the girl in show who like Grant’s role.

“Even though she showed up everywhere, sister, you still couldn’t deny the fact that she’s so much more than you. You can’t stand a chance with her.”Daya contradicted me so I got a throw pillow and smashed it on her shoulder with too much force. She stood up and sat on an ottoman instead. 

She really likes teasing me. Tsk. Mama loves me more than you!

I was about to kick her but she showed me my phone, “Kick me and I’ll drop your phone.” She stated. There was a text message from someone! So I acted properly and got my phone from her.

I hurriedly opened my phone and hoped that it would be Grant, but it was just a message from our dance crew group chat.

FG DANCE CREW

@greatleader: let’s meet each other later at 6 pm, don’t be late. The last one to get there would run the plaza for ten times.

I replied a yes, brother with a pouting lips and turned it off right away. I was disappointed that it wasn’t Grant. I should be accustomed to it since he never texted me first.

“Who texted you, sister? Let me guess, it wasn’t brother Grant?” asked my sister. I widened my eyes and gave her a sharp look. I signaled her to shut her mouth because Mama might hear her. It was only her who knows about my feelings. 

“Stop talking to me, Daya. You’ve been teasing me since this show started.” I annoyingly stated and focused myself on watching the show.

“I’m not teasing you… you were just butt hurt.” I got the remote control and was about to throw it to her when she hid herself behind Mama’s back. 

“Stop it Daya, you’re tool old and yet you still act like a kid. What have you been arguing about this time? Come back to your seat.” But she stayed at Mama’s back. What a coward.