Superman

It was on the 24th of December that I came back to the Philippines. I was hoping you would welcome me back at my house or on Facebook but you didn't. I guess you forgot.

The next day, it was Christmas. I actually didn't believe in Santa Claus. I grew up believing that those kind of stuff was stupid. I also believed love was stupid.

It was about 9 in the morning when my mom woke me up because you and your family were there. I was probably being a bitch because I was still sleepy. I came downstairs ready to kill the person who wanted me awake even if my hair was disheveled.

But then I saw you, I instantly woke up and I composed myself. You grinned at me and held your arms out, "So no hug for me?"

I grinned back even though I was embarrassed that I haven't showered and hugged you. I buried my face on your neck and inhaled your scent. I like the mixture of sweat and cologne on you. Hell, I can still remember the smell.

My mom asked me, "So are you going with them or your cousins para mamasko ka?" And I immediately answered, "With them."

See, I picked you over family.

I think I showered, changed clothes and stopped myself from hyperventilating in under 15 minutes. But my mom told me it was an hour.

After all of that, we were out of the gate before anybody could say 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' properly.

While we walked down the street, I felt people's eyes on us. Probably because I was the elusive and famous 'Zoe Sanchez' of the barangay. I didn't know that people knew my name back then. I was infamous since my family practically owned a whole street and my uncle was the barangay chairman for 2 years.

"We're still best friends, right?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

You looked at me with your eyebrow raised, "Yeah, why?"

I just looked at the road we were walking on and mumbled, "Nothing."

I heard you sigh and take your arm around my shoulder off. I looked at the ground, ashamed that I had thought that way. Then I felt your finger on my chin and you pulled my face towards yours.

"So what if you saw those pictures in Facebook? You shouldn't be jealous. You'll always be my best friend, Zoe. Remember that, okay?"

I was so surprised that you knew. I didn't tell anyone about what I felt about those pictures and our conversations. Up until now, I still don't know how you knew that.

"How did you know?" I asked you, my face as red as a tomato. I was so embarrassed; to the point that I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself alive.

You released me and placed your arm around my shoulders once again as we both walked towards our destination. Then you winked at me made my knees weak and made me melt when you slyly told me, "You're cute when you're jealous. I had a feeling you were gonna be like that."

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.