"He is the 'WORST' guy I dreamed of"

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

 

“He is the ‘WORST’ guy I dreamed of”

Every girl has her own ideal guy they wished to meet. Some dream of guys like in fairytale. The one who looked like a prince riding on a white horse with shining scenery as his background. Some dreamed of actors (I’m one of them :D) as there ideal man. Moreover most of the girls wished he got to be perfect. How silly, right? Those are the guys that are very impossible to meet. Why we should dream of someone who is beyond reality?


I have this story of a girl who met his dream guy. They become good friends, however, she found out something that made that guy the worst.



“We’re have you been, my princess?” the handsome guy said to me. “I’ve been waiting for you. The party starts already” Party? I was confused. As I look at myself, I dressed in gown and I’m so beautiful. Who’s this guy in the first place?


“Can we dance, my princess?” He held my hand and my waist. It looked like a fairytale to me. Could it be real or just a dream? I danced with him and as I looked straight to his face, I barely saw it. I couldn’t recognize what he looks like. It was quite blur. As we continue dancing, I heard a ring of a bell. Too loud and too irritating!


“Kkkkrrrriiinnnngggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Oh darn it! My alarm clock was crushing my ears. I knew it. I should throw it next time.


I dreamed of him again. It was the fourth time he appeared in my dreams. Who could be that guy? He got everything I wanted to for a boyfriend, except from the face that was blurring. However, I knew his handsome. Wait a sec. What time is it? O.M.G!!! 6:05?!?! I’m freaking late!


“Mom, is everything ready? I am late!” I hurriedly go down stair, all dressed and I was looking for my mom. “Yes. Everything is well-prepared. You must leave now.” I kissed her and left the house. Darn it! I’m late. My teacher will scold me for sure. Gotta bike fast!


As I arrived, my adviser was not there yet. Phew! Thank goodness. I greet my best friend, Lance with a beautiful smile and saying “Good morning, Lance! :D” Lance was my best friend since grade school. We were that close but of course we often had a quarrel.


“Good morning, Izzy! Sup? You’re late again.” He pinched my cheeks.


“Oh stop it Lance! Or else I’ll call you on your worst alias, Lance Patrick or should I say, Pot-pot?” I laughed hard looking onto his face.


He hated calling him Pot-pot because before, when we were in fourth grade, he fart so loud. We all laughed then some of my classmates started to call him, “Pot-pot utot!”


“Shut up, Izzy! That was long time ago so please burry it with your secrets!” He lowered his voice and frowned.


My teacher arrived with an announcement to make. “Okay class. Sorry I’m Late. By the way, you will have a new classmate. Please come in.” As the he came in, he looked so familiar to me. As if we’ve met before but I wasn't pretty sure.


“Introduce yourself, please.” She said.


“Good morning to everyone. I am Kyle Alexis Santiago. You can call me Kyle for short. I am 17 years old. Nice meeting you all.” He smiled sweetly. He looked at me and my heart bit fast. I heard some of my classmate saying, “He’s so cute. We must be friend of him.” No doubt he was cute. Not just cute, he was also handsome.


“Izzy! Izzy!” Lance waved at me. “Hey! Don’t tell me you got a crush on him?”


“Of course…Not!” I turned my look outside and tried to focus. Remembering where did I meet that guy.


Kyle was that friendly with others. Well, some girls were flirting him and some of the boys were getting close to him. As the bell rung for lunch break, I called Lance to eat with me. Of course, I have my own packed lunch. While we were having a simple talk, Kyle just came.


“Excuse me, can I join you guys?” he said.


“Well of course you can. Take a seat.” Lance replied. Kyle got a chair and ate with us. I do not know how to react. With all all our classmates inviting him for lunch, he preferred to eat with us? Oh, never mind.


“I’m Lance Patrick Estevez, Lance for short and she’s…” Lance snapped at me.


“Oh! I’m sorry. I’m Misha Izzy Camille Martinez. You can call me Izzy.” I smiled.


We ate together and some of the girls looked at us. It seemed that they were jealous because Kyle didn’t go with them. We had a simple talk and laugh. I guess his cool and smart. Lance and I got close to him easily, which sounded bad for me.


Class ended and I used to go home with Lance. He noticed the smile on my face never fade after we ate with Kyle.


“Izzy, are you okay?” He looked at me.


“Oh! Yes, I am. Hehehe” I just smiled and laughed.


“What do you think about Kyle? I mean, how’d you find him?” Lance asked me. What’s wrong with him?


“He’s nice and cute. Honestly my dear best friend, I have a crush on him.:)”


“That fast? You got to be kidding me?”


“No. I’m not. When did I lie to you?” I frowned at him. “You know what…” I continued. “Kyle seems so familiar to me. It feels like we’ve been together before.” Lance just raised his eyebrow to me. Looked like his having a doubt or something.


“What?!? I’m telling you the truth. He got everything that I’m looking for a right man.” I grinned.


“Like?”


“For crying out loud Lance. I always tell you those stuffs. Like the looks, the height, the attitude and everything.”


He just sighed and tapped me.

“Wait Lance! I got it. He looked like the guy I always dreamed of. The one that I used to tell you every morning. Who danced me and dated with me. That Guy!!!” I said in a shocked voice, with excited eyes, looking at the clouds.


“I thought it was me.” He whispered


“I’m sorry? Are you saying something there?” I raised my left eyebrow and punched his shoulder.


“No! Nothing! I said I thought it was a monster…” He just laughed and pinched my cheeks again



Time passed by that fast to us. Kyle was active in school and gained many friends. Lance and Kyle used to have some kind of private talk lately and always tell me “It’s a guy thing,” or “None of your business.” Anyway, the three of us became best of friends.


Wait a minute. I should not be her friend. Why? Because as we got closer and closer to one another, I realized that this 'simple crush' on him gone deeper.I started to feel the feeling of “in love” that I used to deny to myself and to Lance, even to Kyle. Until one night, that changed between the three of us.


“Izzy, uhmmm…can we talk?” Kyle sounded serious as he said that. I looked at Lance but he just smile. He looked so sad. I don’t know. I guess his hiding something from me.


We left Lance and he talked to me. I didn’t want this kind of scenario. My heart was pounding.


“Uhmm…Kyle, what is this 'talk' all about?” I started the conversation.


“Izzy, I know that this is quit fast and I should not feel this, but, I can hide it anymore.” He looked at me seriously and he's blushing. So do I. “Izzy…” He continued. “I like you. I always do. It started as I hanged out with you and Lance.” Oh man! I didn’t know what to say. Should I reject him or follow my heart?


“Kyle, you know what, Lance is my best friend. He should know about this thing.”


“I know. But, I don’t care about him. I should tell you this first before…” He paused.


“What do you mean ‘you should tell it first before…’ Is there anything I need to know?” I am totally lost of what was going on.


“It’s not what you’re thinking. I have to do it now before anyone could.” was it a compliment or insult?


“Kyle…” He held my hand that made me stopped. Oh darn!


“Izzy…can you be my girl?” It’s getting hot in here! What would I say?


“Uhmmm…I guess…”Darn… A freaking yes or no?


“No! She can’t be your girl!” What the heck! Who was that intruder? Lance? WTF was he doing here? And who was the girl with him?


“Lance! What are you doing here?” Kyle was shocked and he was sweating.


“Stay away from him, Izzy! He’s just using you!” Lance shouted. He looked very angry. What’s going on? Using me? I don’t get it.


“What are you talking about, Lance?”


“I could explain though.” The girl intruded.


“Shut up! We don’t know you!” Kyle yelled to the girl. She was almost crying.


“You shut up! Izzy, I’m Al’s girlfriend!” the girl exclaimed.

WTF she said? Girlfriend?


The strong breeze of air passed my body that made me chilled as I saw her, crying. Lance was at wits of anger and Kyle looked so threatened.


“I’m lost! Can you explain it to me?” I shouted.


“I saw this girl in front of the gate and crying. I approached her and she’s asking me for Kyle. She told me everything about what they have. Kyle left this girl without saying anything. Until one day, she heard that Kyle transferred in our school and in loved with someone, and that was you, Izzy. She wants to confirm if that was true but Kyle..."


“...that’s not true. I don’t know her Izzy. Believe me.” Kyle shouted that made Lance stopped.


This conversation was getting so complicated. The night was getting so deep that I could actually feel the pain in my heart from the words I've heard from them.


“Shut up! You Freak.” Lance punched him and Kyle fell off the ground “So, I heard them right, what our classmates always talk about, and the girl that you will play with.” He held Kyle’s shirt.


“You are just jealous to me Lance because Izzy’s ignoring you. Don’t make all this stories, dude.” Kyle replied. He just smiled to Lance sarcastically.


I didn't feel myself. For a short moment of time, I lost my consciousness and i didn't hear anything. Until the tears fell down onto my face, I started to cry and I heard Lance, shouting.


I started to cry. “I am so foolish to ignore them and allow you to get close with my best friend. I am so stupid to give my love to a guy like you!” He pushed away Kyle and looked at me.


I slapped Kyle really hard. “How could you do this to me? Now, are you happy that I fall for you? I’m hoping that you will be the right man. But I’m totally wrong! Because you are the worst guy I dreamed of!


“Now I know. You were just a dream to me. For you will never come true ‘cause you are beyond my world. I should not wish to see you!” I ran away and cried


The cold wind that night seemed to give a sympathy to me. I sat down on the bench, I hid my head behind my knees to cover my face. Moment after, I felt Lance hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.


He followed me.I did not say anything. I just leaned on him and cried again. He accompanied me until we get home.


My mom saw me with sore eyes. She did not ask anything, she just tell Lance to accompany me upstairs but I refused. I told Lance to leave because it was getting late and I thanked him.


That night, I felt so tired and pushed. While I’m staring at the stars and the sky, I realized something…


“We should not dream of someone that could never be real. Instead of wishing and finding for your ideal man, why don’t you let your eyes closed and try to open you heart. Let it feel the right one for you.”