endless writing. kaya siguro kahit puro introduction na lang, sulat pa rin ng sulat.endless writing. sige na nga. eto na.(note: this was an attempt to write a simpler, lighter and shorter plot. i really can not determine if it's good or not. it's up to you guys. hope you enjoy it. please speak out on through the tagboard. thanks for reading.)he wanted her to live her life.but she would rather give up hers to be with him.he chose to keep her love.but she was ready to tell the world she loves hima common story? not really.EMBRACE.Karla was rushing down the stairs to catch up for her next class. She had a meeting with the Art Club and kinda lost track of time. Her life was busy, being the club's president and a grade-conscius student. She had no time for anything else.Anyway, it was time for her Physics class and she could not afford another negative one. Professor Sand never liked latecomers. She once came half an hour late and it cost her the score of her quiz.
Then, when she reached the hallway, somebody bumped into her from nowhere. Or she bumped into him. Perhaps they bumped into each other. Whatever.
Going back, when Karla looked up, she saw the face of Jude. He was Karla's classmate during the last schoolyear.
"So-sorry," Karla muttered.
"It's all right," Jude answered coldly.
"How are you?" she asked rather nervously.
"Just fine." He was about to go when Karla seized his hand.
"Jude," she tried to say firmly, but tears formed behind her eyes. "I missed you so much."
Oh, right.
This was what happewned about a year ago. This was when everything seemed so right.
"Hi," Karla greeted as she approached Jude. "I'm Karla, the Art Club's secretary. I heard you can paint, perhaps you can join us. You're Jude, right?"
"Yeah, I'm Jude," he answered. "But i don't think I would koin your club."
"Why not?"
"I-I just don't think i can--"
"Please," Karla said childishly.
Since forever, Karla liked to join school organizations and activities. She simply loved doing everything. Even more, she was still able to excel in her academics. The best part of it is that even though she had worked all day, there would always be a smile on her face.
Jude, on the other hand, was a very quiet guy. He was a painter and he would rather paint his thoughts than tell them to a living soul. Though Jude was a really nice guy inside, his silent personality had given a wuite intimidating impression to people.
Probably, it was Karla's cheerful personality that made her friends with the wuiet Jude. She was even able to cinvince Jude in joining the Art Club. The club helped a lot in their friendship. Through art, they were able to discover a lot about each other. Even better, Jude finally learned how to share things about his life and Karla, found something much more important that her school activities.
"Lunch," said Jude after the bell rang.
"I have a meeting with Ms. Carter," Karla replied. "I'm sorry."
"Excuse me," said a voice from behind. When Karla turned around she saw Luther, a friend from the higher year. "I was just wondering," he continued. "Are you free thid friday?"
"For what?" Karla asked.
"Have some tea or go to the movies. My treat."
"I wish I cold come," she said. "but we have an exhibit this Friday. I'm really sorry."
"oh," Luther said, disappointed. "Perhaps some other time?"
"Of course."
Luther bid goodbye and went away. Jude frowned.
"He
was the sixth guy who asked you out on Friday."
"No, he was the seventh."
"So, are you enjoying this?"
"Not really," Karla smiled. "I'm glad we have the exhibit htis Friday."
"He even asked you as if i wasn't standing here," muttered Jude.
Karla laughed.
"I need to be going now, Jude."
"Which of them is your choice?" he demanded.
"None of them," she replied as she walked away. "You demand like your my boyfriend," she added.
Jude smiled as she went out of sight. So did Karla when she thought of what she had just said.
Friday came with a lot of surprises. A national artist paid a visit to the school to see the exhibit. Jude's painting was the crowd's favorite. After more than six hours, the exhibit ended with a success. The Art Club had a celebration and everybody was happy. After a min-party, Jude and Karla were left in the club office.
"I love this day," said Karla happily.
"So do I," replied Jude, smiling. "Anyway, what are your dating plans next wek?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I-I just--"
"Question," Karla said as she took hold of Jude's hands. "How does this feel?"
Jude frowned. Karla let go.
"Just kidding," said Jude as he laughed.
"Whatever."
"Do you want to go out with me?" He asked.
"What?"
"I just asked you if you would want to go out on a date with me."
"Oh," Karla said.
"Yeah. And your hands felt soft and warm, anyway."
"So, what do you mean?"
"Ms.," he said slowly. "I like you a lot and i want to go out on a date with you. And I'm hoping you will go if like me, too."
"Okay," Karla muttered. " I will."
Presently, Karla stood in the hallway, trying to bring the past back.
"I've told you," Jude spoke, his eyes trying to avoid Karla's. "Just live your life."
"How could I?" tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Without you, how?"
"It was alot easier without me, I know."
"No, it wasn't," Karla said, holding his hand tighter.
"Do the things that you want. Don't think about me. I know you have alot of things on your mind."
"That was such a sweet thing," Karla said, half-laughing.
Jude frowned.
"Oh, come on. Don't be stupid."
"We can go on without each--"
She threw her arms around him.
"Mister," Karla said. "Let me live this life with you, huh?"
"But--"
"You told me you like me. Stop being stupid."
"I'm sorry," Jude muttered. "I'm not stupid, I was just--"
Karla laughed again.
"I know your not."
As she looked at her watch, Karla remembered something.
"Physics."
"What?" asked Jude.
"I'm so late."
"Go on, hurry."
"Everything is fine again, isn't it?"
"It is."
"Thanks goodness. I really need to go. See youlater."
"See you."
Jude laughed as Karla hurried away.
"Love you," he said, loud enough fo rKarla to hear.
"Love you, too," she replied cheerfully.
Karla reached Physics and found out that Professor Sand was not around. She laughed. She would still have time for the newswriter's conference later. Maybe have lunch with Jude.
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