The Playboy and the F*ckboy [BL] Season 1

48: I'm Happy When He Gets Things That I Don't

"Jake, let's meet tomorrow."

"Huh? We see each other everyday, what's new?"

Beep. 

Call ended.

......

The sun started to rise in the pier of Sta. Monica as soon as Zed reached the road near the beach. The brash noise of engines from the fishing boats harmonized with the raging water and the chirps of countless seagulls on the shore.

It was the usual scenery in the early morning of Sta. Monica, and then a loud roaring sound of an engine came in, and the harmony was abruptly broken.

Zed drove his black Ducati like a Philippine eagle catching it s prey.  Whenever there was a chance, regardless if its another motorcycle or a huge dump truck, Zed raced himself against it.

By the time Zed reached a small alley towards a cracked building, he immediately slowed his pace, and went into a 20 km/ph speed as he turned.

Getting closer and closer to the apartment that he used to sneak over, he couldn't help but smile and thought of Aeiou's reaction when he sees him there early in the morning. He stopped in front of the building where there was a tent and tables inside it. The eatery was still closed.

 Zed parked his motorbike beside the tent and by the time he removed his helmet, a cracking sound behind him echoed. Zed turned his head to the back and saw Philip carrying a silver food container. 

Pushing the door with his bum, Philip groaned. Suddenly, when he turned two hands took the silver food container on his hands. 

"Uncle, I'll take care of this."

 Once Philip noticed a tall unfamiliar kid, he was visibly confused. But he let go of the silver container on his hand and asked, "Oh, hello. Are you Aeiou's classmate?"

Zed held the container with both hands on the handle, inside it was smoking Menudo. Zed guessed it just got off the fire. The smell of pork and ketchup; it smelled so damn good. Zed just wanted to dip his fingers there and have a taste. Regardless, Zed composed himself and forced a smile, his once deep and cold voice was pleasant and sweet when he spoke to Philip. "Uncle... how do you know I'm Aeiou's classmate?"

"Your uniform, son. It's same as Aeiou's."

Zed chuckled sweetly. "I know where Aeiou get his smartness now. Hahaha..."

"Hahaha... enough of that. Let's put this there on the table and then I'll wake Aeiou up."

So they did. Philip told Zed to sit on one of the plastic chairs and wait for Aeiou before Philip walked back to the door where he came from.

The leather jacket, the Ducati, and the skin that Philip was sure he only seen in soap commercials, convinced Philip that that kid was not someone like Aeiou's gangster friends. 

"Uncle!" An exuberant yet respectful voice echoed behind Philip before he enters the house. 

Upon hearing the other kid calling for him, Philip turned his head to the back. He saw Zed run to him with a box with transparent plastic on top. From there, it looked like there was a cake inside. 

Zed transferred the box to his left hand and touched Philip's right hand with his free one. 

Philip was stunned.

Quickly before things become awkward, Zed bowed forty-five degrees and pressed Philip's right knuckles against his forehead. 

"This is for you, Uncle. Cheesecake."