RIGOLOS
Rigolos Montevallo.
Now I remember that we often crossed paths at LeCentral. That's all well and good, but who are you to deserve my attention? It wasn't until I found out that you had a connection to Jane that I became interested in getting to know you, and also because I suspect we might be related.
Unlike me, you're just another face in the crowd at LeCentral. You're on the dean's list, a role model, and somewhat popular among both girls and guys - and the unicorns. But is mediocrity all you have to offer? I'm eager to see what more you can achieve with your potential.
As you sat beneath the pine tree, hat on and drifting off, Burgundy arrived with a picnic basket, dressed in a vintage plaid dress. She was startled by your pose and covertly grabbed her Polaroid camera from her tote bag to capture the moment. The camera's sound awakened you.
"You're so adorable when you're sleeping, I just want to pinch your cheeks."
"What if I'm not sleeping, do you still want to carees my cheeks with a playful pinch?" Jane sat beside you, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.
"Of course! You're my best buddy, and in my eyes, you're the cutest."
"You're such a tease. I'm going to pinch your nose."
"Stop it!"
Burgundy transformed the grassy spot into a cozy picnic area, laying out a vibrant red blanket, setting down the basket, and unveiling the delicious spread from the Tupperware containers.
"Are those the leftover food that's been inside your fridge for a long time, the food you no longer eat?" tanong mo.
"I'd feel sorry if this food went to waste, so I brought it here instead. I even threw some away because they'd gone bad."
"The ingredients used to make these dishes are quite fancy. Luxurious, mouthwatering, but why? Is it because Grewean cooked these?"
"Honestly, he's really good at cooking; his skills are chef-level. When you're with him, you'll never go hungry. But when we eat together, I somehow lose my appetite."
"No wonder you're so skinny. I worried about your health sometimes."
"Now that you're here with me, I can eat to my heart's content!"
"I should always be by your side so you'll enjoy eating."
I must leave soon for class, but I'm entertained by Sadboy's culinary efforts. He diligently prepares delicious meals for Burgundy, only to have them go to waste. Meanwhile, you, BoRat, appear famished and are a constant nuisance in Sadboy's life.
As our instructor lectured, memories of last night's intimate moment with Burgundy in the living room flooded my mind - your tender embrace, bodies swaying to the rhythm of orchestral music. And you said something to her:
"When I get a girlfriend, will many things change in our friendship?"
"Do you think so? Because for me, you're still my best buddy, the cutest, and the wittiest mechanic I've ever met."
"And you're my best buddy who loves to keep secrets."
"Really? Between the two of us, you're the more secretive one. I don't even know your ex-girlfriends, and you haven't introduced me to even one!"
"I never really had a girlfriend."
"Liar. And do you know that liars go to hell?"
"Fine, I confess. I've never been in a relationship, but I've had numerous casual encounters."
"I had no idea my best friend was an unbeknownst fuckboy! You've left me stunned!"
You share a close friendship, yet there's an air of mystery between you. Secrets abound, and I'm intrigued. I spotted you revving your motorcycle in the engineering building's parking lot, assuming your class had ended and you were heading home. However, you won't be giving Burgundy a ride home this afternoon.
I've been watching you, and you seem like a really good person - always helping others, giving to those in need, and showing kindness even to stray animals. You're humble around people who have less than you. Just my two cents.
You halted in front of a quaint eatery, and upon removing your helmet, a woman with an enchanting yet frail presence greeted you. You exchanged greetings, and she swooned into your arms. Meanwhile, I'm across the street at the laundry shop, wearing a face mask and laundering my enamel white hoodie.
"Ma, the doctor told you not to overexert yourself because it's bad for your health."
"I need to work, son. The landlady is demanding rent, and our electricity bill hasn't been paid yet. We might also get our water cut off."
"We'll figure something out. We'll pay our debts, just don't forget to prioritize your own well-being."
"Thanks for worrying about me, son."
"Are you by yourself? Hasn't Reeses come home yet?"
"Your cousin's already home from school. I just sent her on a quick errand to the market."
"Take a rest for now, and I'll watch over our food stall."
You escorted your mother back home to rest, via the eatery. Despite the slow pace, it seems you'll still break even by day's end, with a handful of customers dining in. Your mother is warm and sociable, often visiting neighbors with kindness and food - I guess. However, she won't win my sympathy.
You emerged quite stylishly, wearing jersey shorts, no underwear, a kiddie apron, and plastic gloves, while confidently wielding a cleaver. Your unconventional marketing strategy leverages your charm, making you an eye-catching attraction. Customers are flocking to buy your food, with some opting for takeout and others dining in. You're even receiving compliments.
"With a vendor this charming, your goods will fly off the shelves."
"I'm overwhelmed by your kindness, Mrs. Cruzan, but thank you for buying," you said to a senior citizen, who seems to have proudly put her kids through college.
"The food is tasty, but the vendor is even better."
"My Mama's cooking is way better, Miss. And because of that, I'll have extra broth for your tinola," you said to a young woman who just came from a graveyard shift.
"A son who takes care of and helps their parents is truly blessed." You were moved by the old woman's words, as if she was the sole breadwinner for her large family.
"Thank you for buying from our food stall, lola. We genuinely appreciate you."
Your high schooler cousin arrived from the market, carrying a basket of vegetables and meats, and helped you lighten your load. Despite feeling tired and sweaty, you still managed to joke with your cousin. While facing customers resembled as unicorns, you rambunctiously wipe your sweat in from of them. You're also a bit mischievous.
Before long, your merchandise was sold out, and here I am at the laundry shop, watching my clothes still spinning inside the washing machine. I paid the attendant to leave me alone. Your cousin is busy cleaning up while you've arrived, dressed in a graphite-black shirt, jeans, and construction boots, accompanied by your mother.
"Please take your time with the household tasks, if you can. And don't forget your medicine schedule."
"Yes, son, I'll do as you say."
"Don't worry about our financial obligations, I'll take care of it."
"I feel so blessed to have you as my child. You've shown remarkable resilience and dedication to our family, even without your father by your side."
"Reeses, I'm counting on you to take care of Mom. Keep her company, ensure she takes her medication, and don't hesitate to call me if you need help or have concerns."
"Got it, Big Bro. I'll remember what you said."
"Ma, Reeses, I'm off to work at the shop. I'll be back to assist with preparations for our tomorrow's sale."
You said goodbye to your mother and cousin, and I also need to leave since my clothes are dry: freshly laundered, smelling great, and feeling so fresh to wear. You're heading to your workplace, and what qualities do you exhibit there? What's your coworkers' perception of you?
"Finally, the toughest of all the mechanics here in the shop is now on duty!"
"He's not only tough as a mechanic but also smooth with women."
"You're just saying that because you want me to do something you can't handle," tugon mo sa dalawang kasamahan.
"We're simply amazed by your talent. At your young age, you're already showing expertise in fixing vehicles; you'll go far kid!"
You smiled warmly at your coworker's remark, feeling grateful for their admiration and affection, treating you like a revered idol and a younger sibling, and fortunate to be surrounded by supportive, non-toxic people.
You're so diligent, BoRat. So serious. You're skilled at engine repair, rebuilding, and replacing engines, which requires precision and expertise. Your hands move deftly, and I have to ask, 'Have you caught Burgundy's eye with your long fingers?'
During your break, you step outside the car shop and sit on a bench, enjoying a cold soda alongside your coworkers, Undercut and Mohawk.
"I've observed that you're being unusually quite tonight, fully concentrated on your task." Undercut noticed a change in you.
"I've observed the same thing. Is everything okay, Bunso? You seem troubled." Mohawk asked, looking concerned.
"My mom's condition is getting worse. I want to take her to the hospital, but I'm short of funds right now."
"I want to help you out, but my wife's postpartum care is a priority right now."
"My younger sister needs a laptop for school, and she's counting on me, so I'm trying to save money."
"Can I get a cash advance from our boss?" you asked them.
"I was planning to borrow money from Boss, but you know his son's gambling habits are a concern. He told me he can't lend us money yet."
"I have a solution to your problem. Check this out: there's an Outdoor Motocross Racing Event happening in San Nicholo next week. Consider participating, as the prize money is significant. It can help with your mom's hospitalization."
"Do you think we have a chance of winning? We've been absent from motocross events for quite some time, and I'm concerned our riding skills are deteriorating," sabi mo.
"Don't underestimate yourself. Focus on how the prize can help your mom."
"We're not even in the competition, and you're already losing hope? We've got time to rehearse and fine-tune our skills."
So, you're going up against Ruel-Blue and me. Nice. I had no idea you were a motocross rider. I've been around the motocross scene for ages, but your name has never come up. No surprise, really. Losers don't get much attention.
You're lucky for now, fueled by motivation and strength. But don't get too cocky, because when we face off, you'll lose and cry all the way home. Oh, look at the time! I almost forgot to feed my 'beloved pet' - the poor dog tied to a chair.
I'm heading to feed my pet, which is surely whining by now due to my tardiness. I'm not in the mood for her complaints - who does she think she is, anyway? I'll just do a drive-through to avoid the drama.
I arrived at the Blue Neighborhood and attempted to check on Burgundy, but the window was closed, suggesting she was resting. I proceeded to the rear entrance, just as I had before, and entered through the door.
I unlocked the locked room and found Stinky sleeping in her chair. Wearing a face mask, I quietly took a table and placed it in front of her, set down the food I brought, and gently kicked her lower leg to wake her up. Although her mouth was covered, she couldn't speak, but I knew she had plenty to complain about.
"I'll remove the gag from your mouth, but remember:
First: Don't scream, no one will hear you, and you'll waste your energy. I won't hesitate to karate chop your neck.
Second: Eat quietly and answer my questions politely.
Third: I'll loosen the rope on your hands, but don't try to grab me.
Fourth: One wrong move means suffering. I have a gun, so it's best you cooperate, understood?"
She nodded obediently, like a good little dog. And when I freed her hand, she devoured the food like a rabid beast. No wonder, she hadn't eaten all day. Her lack of manners explains everything.
With every bite, the gun stays fixed on him. A single misstep means his brains are splattered everywhere. His eyes dart around, hinting at a question, but he can't meet my gaze.
"Who are you, and why are you stalking the girl from the house across the street?"
"I don't owe you any explanation."
"If you like her, why don't you confess? Even wearing a face mask, you've got appeal, you're handsome, and she might like you too."
"It's not that easy."
"Want tips on how to get a girl to like you?"
"Are you serious? You can't even take care of yourself, yet you're giving me advice? That's a joke."
I allowed her to finish her meal under the gun's steady aim. If she presses me with unwanted questions, I'll reciprocate with inquiries of my own.
"Admit it, is this house yours?"
"Isn't it obvious that this house belongs to me?"
"I'm skeptical."
"This house really belongs to my husband, are you satisfied now?"
"If that's the case where are your husband now?"
"You have so many questions!"
"And you have so many complaints!"
Stinky's resilience is infuriating. After today's arduous journeys, I crave rest and comfort. I closed in on Stinky, delivering a swift karate chop to his neck, rendering him unconscious. Propofol ensured his prolonged slumber. Binding him securely, I locked the door to his cell, silencing him once more.
Although I've yet to discover every corner of this house, I ventured to the second floor. Three bedrooms await upstairs, but I'm drawn to the one at the far end. Turning the doorknob, the door creaked open, unveiling the majestic master bedroom, dominated by an imposing emperor-sized bed.
I hesitated to flip the switch, opting for the darkness. The faint glow of my cellphone's flashlight revealed an imposing sight: a sprawling bed beckoned me. I surrendered to its comfort, sinking into the plushness as if drifting on a tranquil sea, the softness enveloping me in serenity.
I settled into the cozy setup - two plush pillows and a warm blanket. Then, I gradually shed my layers: first, my hoodie, followed by my t-shirt, then my jeans, my watch, and lastly, my boxer shorts.
I noticed a light outside the window, BoRat. Curiosity got me, so I walked over. As I stepped on the floor, my humongous masculinity reverberated, but you're unbeatable, a walking symbol of phallus.
I glanced through the curtain and saw Burgundy in her room, admiring herself in the mirror, dressed in a stunning scarlet silk nightgown, fixing her hair.
BERSERK PHANTASMS
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