Mr. and Mrs. Beautiful

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
BARBARA
I was staring at my reflection in the big glass windows and tried to look at angles where I
looked okay. I kept noting little ways on how to make myself look better but I had to sigh because there would always be certain things I’m going to have to just accept. Like my big round head for a start and the fact that no matter how thin I got I always look like a cabbage patch kid.

SANDY
Actually, anything she does…not just her laugh. If I could, I’d document it all. Every little facial expression she does is animated and random! The way she does everything is just, stand out different…I wonder sometimes if she knows that she’s so damn special to me.

Submitted: June 28, 2015

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Submitted: June 28, 2015

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(Title based on Mr. and Mrs. Beautiful by Workday Release)

 

“Damnit, Dee. Stop that!”  I said with a tone of warning, feigning a scowl of annoyance. The idiot in question laughed through his various stupid facial expressions as he continued to take selfies. Pretty soon a couple of my other friends noticed him doing that and joined in, swarming and scooting to get into the picture with my boyfriend.

I sighed went back playing a stupid phone app and tried my best to ignore the feeling of being left out as usual. We were waiting in the lobby of CCP to watch a film for the annual Cinemalaya. The place was packed with people shuffling about, talking and taking pictures. My stupid boyfriend and friends included.

 I glanced around the lobby again since the game was starting to bore me. I noticed that for some reason half the people around the place wore hipster glasses and gave me the impression that they were all good looking despite it. Actually, they all rocked the nerdy intellectual look like they were all smart but looked good. I’m serious! It had to be like…80% of the population in the lobby at the time wore glasses. Either people’s eyes are going bad these days or it’s a trend for artsy-smartsy people these days. Now that I thought about it Cinemalaya is an Indie film joint and usually people who liked art and whatnot go to these things.

I adjusted my glasses almost self-consciously. Dang. I wear glasses too and I’m pretty sure I’m pretty “intellectual” when comes to it…but how come I’m the only one who actually looks the part? I mean…I literally look like a nerd without even trying! Everyone else in the room are just posers trying to look like nerds in order to look stylish…I don’t have a choice!

I was staring at my reflection in the big glass windows and tried to look at angles where I looked okay. I kept noting little ways on how to make myself look better but I had to sigh because there would always be certain things I’m going to have to just accept. Like my big round head for a start and the fact that no matter how thin I got I always look like a cabbage patch kid.

“Hey gorgeous, can I take a picture with you?”

“Damnit, Dee! Not now…I’m being emo.”

I had to pass. If we take another selfie together I’m going to hurl myself down that balcony! Dee is adorable! I mean, he can pass as one of the 80% good looking nerdy intellectuals and isn’t exactly a poser as well! I’ve been to one of his Dean’s Listers Recognition ceremonies and I know for a fact that he has never failed a single subject in his entire life. Every time we would take a picture together I never look good! Then again…I never look good in pictures at all period. There was always something! It was either my eyes were closed or my head looks bigger than it normally does. It’s usually my hair looks horrible or I’d look fat in certain angles.

“Why???” I add the extra question marks because Dee can be pretty darn noisy and exaggerated when he needs to be. “Couldn’t get over that last film?”

The last film was nice and I only cried once but he wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.

“It’s not that, you dork.” I frown, noticing a group of some of the girls in my class “compressing” themselves near an abstract artwork of all the films and getting their photo taken by our professor. They all looked fabulous in their own way and I writhe in jealousy.

“Then what is it, Babs? Tell me.” He asked, finally realizing something was wrong.

I was going to tell him anyway but then this group of sophomore girls, who came with us in the van I specifically, remembered because we could hear their noisy chatter from ours while we waited in the school parking lot, called his attention and asked if they could take a picture with him.

He was never known to ever say no to getting his picture taken and so I was left alone again. I backed away to keep out of the frame and into the sidelines where I belonged. Again, the feeling of being out of place came over me. I sighed.

 

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I thought I saw her roll her eyes for a split second when I got my picture taken with a couple of sophomores who came out of nowhere. I wondered if that was the reason why she had been feeling down and then I had to mentally smack myself not to be too full of it.

The crowd was a mess of people pushing about, bantering, buying stuff, and taking pictures that it was all overwhelming. She had backed away into the big staircase and sat at the foot of it, cradling her backpack. She was sulking bitterly. Forgive for smiling but she was adorable.

She stood out in the throng of people almost instantly at one look and it always got a smile out of me. It’s amusing really. Like, there’s going to be a lot of people around and I could always spot her…just her and it was even before we started going out. The thought got me thinking back to those days I would just spot her at random and I’d make a mad grab for my cell phone just to capture the moment.

Speaking of moments…

I took a photo of her as I approached her. She didn’t notice so when I sat next to her I showed it to her.

“This is how you look like when you’re bitter.” I said lightly in intro.

“Delete it.” She narrowed her eyes.

“No way. We’ve been through this before, Barbara. I don’t delete anything.”

“Oh yeah, what about that one time when I took a picture of you slacking off during a shoot?”

“I was drooling and your photograph skills are horrible I was doing you a favor.”

“Right.”

They were.

That one mentioned picture was blurred.

I didn’t want to point that out because she was laughing at the memory. Let me tell you something about watching someone you really like laugh. It’s like nothing you could ever catch in any toothpaste ad. The sound of it fills your ears and you’d feel like all you ever want to do is record it and keep it on loop. The image of it…I could never get enough of. I could pick up a weird hobby of making gifs of how Barbara laughs and if I had a blog I would flood you with it.

Okay…

Now that just sounded creepy.

But whatever.

Actually, anything she does…not just her laugh. If I could, I’d document it all. Every little facial expression she does is animated and random! The way she does everything is just, stand out different…I wonder sometimes if she knows that she’s so damn special to me. I tried to write a poem about it once, just to get to her level…but ever with proper grammar skills whatever I do sounds like a nursery rhyme. Meeting you must be fate. I think your smile is pretty great. Give me a break, Sandy!  I gave up on writing poetry and settled for being absolutely, unashamedly frank.

“Hey gorgeous!” I would call her.

I’ve called her gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, cute and all other forms of endearment just to get her to know even just a smidget of how she looks like in my eyes. I even called her Bella which I found out was European or something for Beauty. She thought I was referencing Twilight and got mad at me for it. Every time I called her something nice she would smile awkwardly but would get self conscious about it like she doesn’t really believe what I’d just said. I mean it! It’s like I’d called her the opposite and for some reason she’d feel more insecure when I do!

Plus, she hates taking selfies with me. Just me! I’ve seen her take loads of them with her friends and by herself (Adorable. I have copies in a folder in my laptop at home.) Is it me? She gets self-conscious whenever people notice us together and she would be so stiff and formal whenever we do get our pictures taken.

It must be me. She thinks I look stupid and dorky...but I don’t look that bad! Do I? I mean I’ve been called cute a fair number of times…most from people I don’t even know by name. Maybe it’s the glasses. Wait she wears glasses too. Everyone wears glasses these days.

“Earth to the Sandman, are you there?” her voice brings me back like a wake up call and I realize that the picture I’ve been wanting to take is happening right here, right now.

“You’re so beautiful. Can I keep you?” I say absentmindedly.

“What??” she spazzed and looked like she wanted to cover her face with her hands but didn’t exactly know how to. Her little outburst caused a couple of people passing by to stare at us.

 

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People were staring at us and didn’t take a while for some of my friends to notice us sitting together at the foot of this grand staircase. One of them took their camera out and took a picture of us.

He has no idea how unworthy I feel of that stuff he just said.

“Why do you always say stuff like that?” I said I couldn’t help but sound annoyed all of a sudden it surprised us both.

“Why not?”

“You just make me feel like an idiot when you do that…saying stuff like that.”

He looked stunned and confused. “What? Why?”

“It’s not true and anyone with eyes can see that.” I huffed. “I’m not beautiful at all!”

“What?” his voice went pitched a bit like he was still going through puberty. He cleared his throat. “That’s not true, you’re totally beautiful. You think I was joking whenever I say stuff like that?”

“I think you were making fun of me!” I accused.

“What?!” he said getting more and more confused and panicked by the minute…then he blinked. “Are we fighting?”

“I…yes. I’m sorry. I just got…insecure I guess. Every time you take a selfie…a bunch of other better looking girls come out of nowhere and…they should be your girlfriend. Not me! Plus, I think I should start thinking of getting new glasses.” I tucked a lock of hair that was in my face behind my ear. I’m pretty sure it only exposed everything wrong with my face more but It was an automatic reaction whenever he’s standing right in front of me.

He cups his chin with his fingers and did a sort of thinking look. “Hm.” He said. Reflecting. “You were jealous.”

“Yep. Not even denying it. Have you seen yourself?”

“Have you seen yourself?”

“Unfortunately I-“ he points his phone at my face, making a wall between us and cutting me off.

“What?”

“Look.” He said. “At all of it. It’s all you.”

I looked at the phone screen and there was the photo of me sitting beneath the staircase sulking. I raised one weary finger and slid it through the phone’s screen. Another picture came into focus. It was of me staring at the artwork downstairs. Swipe. It was of me getting down the van. Swipe. It was of me staring out of the van window. Swipe. It was of me, tugging at my backpack, entering the school lobby. I swiped past the recent photos and stopped at older ones. It was of me scrunching my nose at a friend I was talking to while we were eating at a tapsilogan in front of school. I clicked the ‘back’ button on the phone and the pictures turned into thumbnails showing various pictures of me. A good number I didn’t even know were taken. I felt blood rush up my cheeks.

There was a photo of me looking dazed when he asked me to be his girlfriend in the library.

“I asked Cole to to take that.” He said. I nodded. I remembered how I thought I’d end up making a scene, freaking out…in the library of all places so I had no other choice but to keep my emotions bottled up. He had a hard time too. The librarian scolded him when he said a loud “Yes!” when I said “yes”. His friends were snickering in the background, documenting it.

“All this time I thought you’d been taking selfies!” I said.

He laughed and swiped at the phone a couple of times to reveal some pictures of himself. “I was…and I was taking pictures of you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful…and I want to keep you.”

 

TO GOD BE THE GLORY :D


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