-It cost a date-   Lovely but freezing saturdays, he checked the mirror to see if he looked okay. He wore a black hoodie and maroon polo shirt underneath, a navy chino paired with grey canva shoe. He picked his Retina Vanilla tobacco parfum. Wayne prayed on his lower jaw, chest and wrist. A shallow breath on his palm to check his mouth, a minty fresh feeling implied that he was ready. Jill told her where they live, a delighted smile as he left his room and climb down stairs. However, the glee was cut after remembering how he got April’s address.  It was a deal that he finds it hard to accept. After Jill bathe herself on the euphoria of hugging Wayne, she stood up and stretched her arms and legs. “That really felt good.” She told him. Jill wanted more time, but she knew that it would have been awkward if she stayed in his chest. The same scent, that she remembered last time, she couldn’t believe tha

-I can do this-   “You scared the shit out of me Jill.” April walks back and sat with her best friend. She leaned her head on Jill’s shoulder, it reminds of hill and its meadowy scent. “You look well dress, are you going on a date?”   “No.” She quickly answered. She looked away and examined the room. It’s been a long time since she came here. She had the same thought as April, she stood up and looked exasperate. “You should burn your room” She suggested. Her eyes roamed again to see if she was right, she gave a nod and said, “yeah! We should burn it. It reeks with Jm’s presence.” April agreed, a lot of things in her room reminded her of Jm. “Yes, I am planning to do that.” She had doleful eyes, and began to wept. She hugged Jill’s tightly and whispered. “I still misses him and it has been days, I should have

-Wolves Den-   “Where are you going to take me?” April asked. Wayne pulled him but gentleness hand. They walked outside the beach where his motorcycle parked. “That’s a big one, are you sure you can ride with me on the back?”     Wayne got to its trunk and offered a mini helmet, he gave a confident look and said, “Oh yes I can.” He got up and gave few kicks to start it running, he looked at April and gave a nod, a sign of asking her to hop in.     “But first should we stop at my house, I haven’t taken a b-bath yet nor fix myself.” She told Wayne shyly. She wanted to clung on his back but was hesitant about it.     “It doesn’t really matter.” He pulled her hands and wrapped it around me. “Hold tight,” he said. “I don’t mind, you look good and smell fine. But if

-Wayne and April’s date part 2-   “What should we try first?” The young girl wondered. She all looked at the options, and couldn’t decide what to do first. It was her first time thus she wanted the first to be memorable. “I’m good at anything you pick milady.” “Awhieeee, that’s so sweet hubby” She giggled while pinching his cheeks. However, the young man was enjoying it, he gave a smile which made it awkward for April. She looked away with red ruddy cheeks. Looking flustered and confused she covered her eyes, April decided to pick random pointing her hand to what ever it lands. “The death rises?” April read it out loud and wondered what type of ride could it be.  The usher came and led them to the steel shutter coaster ride. April felt nervous as it was her first experience on amusement park rides. The youn

Meet Jill     “What day is it?” The girl in black hair wondered. She woke up from her bed which is a mini mat on the floor. The girl removed the mosquito net to fold it along with her sheets and mat. She placed it on a brown box and hid it under the table. She looked at the clock, it was 8 am exactly, the cold air sent a chill on her arms. The girl grabbed her overused jacket to warm self. She heads to the bathroom to urinate, she looked sleepy with down cast eyes. She fondles her breast as a regular daily basis, she glance to the mirror and examine herself. “It gone quite bigger.”   Her name is Jillian Magadalo, but you all know her as Jill. The young black hair girl who’s an inch tall as Wayne. She had half sullen and half charming look, blended like caramel and black coffee. She had strong eyes but wasn't made to be bitter. It was an open book when