PAVLO is munching his newly bought French fries after savoring his homemade fried chicken. He can almost hear his Mom's voice nagging in his head that eating unhealthy food for breakfast is bad for the health but he's a hard-headed hotdog man. Usually, when he's in Cavite, he eats delicious and nutritious foods his Mom has prepared. He loved it so much since his Mom is a good cook.
He takes a break from recording a demo so he slumped into his couch and decided to watch a baseball game instead. A sudden memory pops up to him. He remembered writing poetry about it. He puts an amount of fries in his mouth and he mumbles something. "Deadeye!"
"Don't talk when your mouth is full." It's his Mom and Jallen's voice echoes in his head.
"Awit. Hanggang sa chill moments ko, nandito pa rin kayo?" He chuckles as he makes himself comfortable after shifting his body.
After a couple of minutes, his thoughts linger again and the baseball game he's been watching is suddenly left behind but it is still playing in the background. He just lessened the volume so he could wander in his trance for a while. He sighed as he reached for his phone and dialed a particular number that he thought could help him soothe his clogging brain cells.
"Yow, wazzup!" Keir's deep voice greeted him.
"Sa lalim ng boses mo, para akong malulunod," Pavlo commented, reaching for his fries.
"Tumigil ka sa lunod-lunod mo riyan, Pao. Walang aahon sa'yo!" Keir snorted.
He rolled his eyes. "As if naman hindi ako marunong lumangoy."
"Teka nga, kumakain ka ba?" Keir asked matter-of-factly.
He smirked. "Yup. French fries. Gusto mo?"
"Daya nito. Pahingi ako!" He's sure that the younger is now pouting like a duck, it is Keir's signature pout anyway.
"Bili ka ng sa'yo. Mayaman ka naman eh," Pavlo teased as he made sure Keir could hear him munching while enjoying his food.
He heard him growled from the other line. "Damot mo. Huwag ka sanang mabulunan diyan."
"Ang sama mo talagang kaibigan." Pavlo mocks a huff. "Mag-order ka uy! May kamay ka naman."
"Taray mo ah. Ano bang kailangan mo? Iniistorbo mo ako rito. Naglalaro kami ni Kuro eh!" Keir complains.
"Naglalaro pala ang mag-among bano?" he teased and he heard him grumble annoyingly.
"Kung hindi lang kita mahal, binalibag na kita sa Cagayan de Oro River. Makikita mo talaga," the younger stated.
This made him giggle. "Ang bayolente mo kahit kailan. Pero uy, ano... may kailangan talaga akong i-konsulta sa'yo."
"Ah, so ngayon bigla kang magtatanong as if client kita? I didn't sign up for this, Nabbe!" Keir hissed.
"Sige na kasi, Keir." He then combed his fringes. "Tutulungan naman kita sa bago mong ilalabas na single next month eh. Please?"
The other guy snorted. "Sus! Talaga namang... napaka—nakakainis. Oo na. Pasalamat ka kaibigan kita. Oh sige, anong kailangan natin at napatawag ka?"
Pavlo held his breath for a moment. He thought that this time, there was no turning back. "Keir, do you know a name under Vester Bonn Tejero?"
He knows Keir recognizes that name since he and Jallen are both fans of this particular dance group. He just found out about it after stalking Vester the previous day. He's not that familiar with that certain group and there's no way he would go deeper into his research about that guy either. He's just purely curious, that's all.
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Parcel | StellJun
FanfictionFor Pavlo Oliver (Paulo Nase), it takes courage to count the waves of love. It takes a piece of his heart to go beyond the reef and is afraid to commit since the water is too shallow to begin with. Even if knowing there's someone who took a risk to...
