Time slowly rolled by that afternoon. Try as he may, Brian still can't remove from his mind what he saw on the way to school that morning. In the middle of classes, he would find himself occasionally glancing out the open door to the corridor, hoping that Marc would pass by. Yet, he never did.
As afternoon and dismissal came, Brian realized that Marc was nowhere to be found that day. He didn't see him at the courts, nor at the cafeteria during lunch time. There was never that surprise tap that would come out of nowhere at the corridors - followed by a hearty laugh. It saddened and worried him. What was wrong? Where was Marc?
As he was riding his car home, Brian looked out once more to the nearby area of the school grounds - hoping that Marc would appear. Yet, he didn't, not even a shadow of him. Brian deeply sighed as he went into his car and closed the door. He didn't want to lose his friend. He didn't want to lose Marc.
As he came home, Brian immediately went to his room and looked out the window - towards Marc's. He was hoping to see him and feel a bit relieved. Yet, to his disappointment, the window itself was closed and the blinds inside it shut. Brian sighed deeply again, as he sat on his nearby computer chair, visibly confused and dissapointed.
"What's going on?" Brian thought, as he glanced to his side, out the window again "How's Marc?"
*****
An hour after - Village Clubhouse
Brian sat on one of the play swings in the clubhouse's playground, that cool, cloudy afternoon. Surrounded by trees, grass and a lot of flowers and greens, this was Brian's happy place when he was a bit younger.
As he grew older, he lost a bit of interest into coming to the playground. He had rather wanted to spend time at home. Yet, after him worrying about Marc, he decided to go back there. The cool breeze that afternoon relaxed his mind and heart a bit.
Brian softly swung himself back and forth. He knew that he was a bit heavier than before and did not want to destroy the swing he loved as a kid. He happilly swung himself back and forth for some time - then he felt himself suddenly stop. The chains of the swing stood still. Brian knew that someone was stopping it.
He got a bit irritated at the sudden stop and looked back. He was about to get mad and shout back - yet he stopped as he saw who it was.
It was Marc, who - while looking so exhausted from whatever happened to him this day - smiled faintly yet sincerely to his good friend.
Brian couldn't stop himself but stand up from the swing, turn around and hug Marc tightly.
Marc was surprised. He did miss Brian but he didnt expect this reaction from his friend. He smiled as he hugged Brian back, rubbing the back of his hair with his other hand.
"Whoa, Bri!" Marc greeted, as he rubbed Brian's hair, "What's up with this?"
Brian didn't answer at all. Instead, he just simply hugged Marc more, not noticing a couple of tears rolling down frim his eyes. He was just happy that Marc was there. Brian was just happy that he still had his friend.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Coming Soon
Hello all. I just wanted to let you know that I will still be - of course - updating the Handshake story in the coming days. I had just started my new job in my fabulous new company...so thing have been really busy lately.
Thank you for those who have read the first 4 chapters, and for those who have sent their comments and suggestions. I am so looking forward to continuing the story of my characters.
Thank you for those who have read the first 4 chapters, and for those who have sent their comments and suggestions. I am so looking forward to continuing the story of my characters.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Chapter 4
"Kring kring. Kring Kring."
Brian was a bit startled, as heard his cellular phone ring, in the middle of that evening. He had just finished having dinner with his parents. Now, he was inside his room, busy studying for his exams for Math tommorow. Given that this was the subject he struggled the most, Brian had been focused on what he was doing. The sudden noise of the cell phone, of course, broke the silence in the room, as well as his focus.
He looked at the cellphone before reaching it, which was laying on the the table he was studying on. Brian picked it up and looked at the screen of the phone, wondering who was calling him at this time.
"Marc Santos" the screen read.
Brian was a bit startled, as heard his cellular phone ring, in the middle of that evening. He had just finished having dinner with his parents. Now, he was inside his room, busy studying for his exams for Math tommorow. Given that this was the subject he struggled the most, Brian had been focused on what he was doing. The sudden noise of the cell phone, of course, broke the silence in the room, as well as his focus.
He looked at the cellphone before reaching it, which was laying on the the table he was studying on. Brian picked it up and looked at the screen of the phone, wondering who was calling him at this time.
"Marc Santos" the screen read.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Chapter 3
It was the next morning, and Brian woke up from a very good night's sleep - even if he ended up sleeping late. He was able to finish all his needed homework, study for the Social Studies exam later, and had glee club practice later in the day.
Singing is one of Brian's passion ever since he was a lot younger. He was not very sports-oriented at the time, so for Brian, his release and means of expression had always been music. It was adamant to him that he wanted to be a singer/performer when he grows up; and he knew that the weekly glee club practice would help him achieve that goal this early.
Being in the very good mood that he was in, Brian was happily humming randomly as he walked towards the main entrance of the school building. He had his back up on his shoulders, and was moving his head from side to side - to the rhythm of the humming he was doing.
Brian was just a couple of meters away from the entrance, when all of a sudden, he felt a loud force push him from behind. The next thing that he knew, Brian found himself lying on the gravel floor, his arm instinctively protecting his head from hitting the floor.
Singing is one of Brian's passion ever since he was a lot younger. He was not very sports-oriented at the time, so for Brian, his release and means of expression had always been music. It was adamant to him that he wanted to be a singer/performer when he grows up; and he knew that the weekly glee club practice would help him achieve that goal this early.
Being in the very good mood that he was in, Brian was happily humming randomly as he walked towards the main entrance of the school building. He had his back up on his shoulders, and was moving his head from side to side - to the rhythm of the humming he was doing.
Brian was just a couple of meters away from the entrance, when all of a sudden, he felt a loud force push him from behind. The next thing that he knew, Brian found himself lying on the gravel floor, his arm instinctively protecting his head from hitting the floor.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Chapter 2
8:30 PM
20213 Westwood Drive, South Executive Village
"It was a very long meeting." Martin Fernandez thought as he opened the front door of his large, two floor minimalist-designed mansion.It was the home that he shared with his wife, Angela, and his only child, Brian, which had a spacious backyard with a pool and a jacuzzi, as well as a billiard pool area in the middle of the ground floor.
Martin is a mid-40 year old Filipino executive with Spanish decent. A tall, handsome man with full black hair with gray hair highlights on the side, Martin regularly works out and plays golf with his colleagues and friends. Angela, on the other hand, is almost the same as Martin, though due to her Chinese blood, she looks younger than her age. She loves dressing up well, even if she only works at home, handling her own business of selling jewelries.
Tired as he was, he loosened the knot of his necktie and moved his head around to relax a bit.Being the COO of the company he inherited from his father, every day for Michael had been stressful - considering he had to contend to the expectations left to him by the board and his father himself.
He had also felt bad that he had to have his only son ride a cab home, knowing that it was raining very hard the whole day. However, Martin was left with no other choice. His clients for a very important business deal called for an urgent call that he could not refuse or re-schedule. Given that it had almost been two hours since he had told Brian to take a cab, Martin was expecting that his only son was already home.
He was a couple of steps away from his home office, when he heard his lovely wife, Angela, call him. "Martin?"
Martin stopped on his tracks and turned around, seeing his wife walking towards him. Tired as he was, he tried to smile before giving a soft kiss in the lips of his wife. "How's your day, honey?"
"It was fine." Angela replied, softly patting Martin's shoulders, as he looked straight towards the eyes of her husband. "I've already had them have your dinner ready."
Angela paused, as she looked behind her then around them. "Where's Brian?"
20213 Westwood Drive, South Executive Village
"It was a very long meeting." Martin Fernandez thought as he opened the front door of his large, two floor minimalist-designed mansion.It was the home that he shared with his wife, Angela, and his only child, Brian, which had a spacious backyard with a pool and a jacuzzi, as well as a billiard pool area in the middle of the ground floor.
Martin is a mid-40 year old Filipino executive with Spanish decent. A tall, handsome man with full black hair with gray hair highlights on the side, Martin regularly works out and plays golf with his colleagues and friends. Angela, on the other hand, is almost the same as Martin, though due to her Chinese blood, she looks younger than her age. She loves dressing up well, even if she only works at home, handling her own business of selling jewelries.
Tired as he was, he loosened the knot of his necktie and moved his head around to relax a bit.Being the COO of the company he inherited from his father, every day for Michael had been stressful - considering he had to contend to the expectations left to him by the board and his father himself.
He had also felt bad that he had to have his only son ride a cab home, knowing that it was raining very hard the whole day. However, Martin was left with no other choice. His clients for a very important business deal called for an urgent call that he could not refuse or re-schedule. Given that it had almost been two hours since he had told Brian to take a cab, Martin was expecting that his only son was already home.
He was a couple of steps away from his home office, when he heard his lovely wife, Angela, call him. "Martin?"
Martin stopped on his tracks and turned around, seeing his wife walking towards him. Tired as he was, he tried to smile before giving a soft kiss in the lips of his wife. "How's your day, honey?"
"It was fine." Angela replied, softly patting Martin's shoulders, as he looked straight towards the eyes of her husband. "I've already had them have your dinner ready."
Angela paused, as she looked behind her then around them. "Where's Brian?"
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