“Can you play a music?” I tell him.

It's so quiet and I can't just deal with it. Maybe I honed my fluency in silence but to have it again together with Rico won't leave a remarkable memory.

“Hmm, here,” he lends me his phone. No password required.

“I'm the one who's gonna choose?”

I tap the music icon after he nods. Anticipation grows for I wanna know the singers he's listening to. My eyes are almost popped out from their sockets when I see the songs of the music artists I also listen to!

It is so heartwarming to see that we have the same taste in music! I refrain a smile through my folded lips but the rapid thuds inside my chest is barely unnoticed. Finally, we've got something similar. Finally, I can somehow relate to his world already.

My thumb slightly quivers at the thought while I scroll up more to see his playlist. My eyes grow wider when I see the name of a familiar girl group. The refrained smile I had earlier becomes little chuckles. I just can't believe that he also listens to those types of music.

“Woah,” I mumble, slightly amazed. The wide stretch of my lips remains on my face when I look at him.

“What's so amusing?”

“You also listen to this idol group?”

I don't know why but for some reason, his ears begins to turn red. His cheeks, slightly crimson. Then, he starts to spit some swearing as he tries to get his phone from me. I can tell it by mere looking at his knuckles. It's turning white as he attempts to grasp the poor device.

“You okay?” I ask, widely grinning and purposely mocking him.

“Fudge. Give me my phone.”

He is about to reach for it but I rise it farther. Is he embarrassed? I let out a lopsided grin. “What's the big deal? I am still going to play songs right?”

“Then don't tease me about it!”

“I am not. I just asked you about it. Why so defensive all of a sudden?”

He's getting redder and redder! I can't help but to laugh as I stare at my own masterpiece—his blushed face. He avoids my gaze, causing him to face the rays of the setting sun. It makes his built a silhouette and behind him is the green plain. It's a nice view so I take a shot through my phone camera. Maybe he did hear the shuttering of the camera so he gives me a curious stare.

“You're not mad? Aren't you . . . Aren't you jealous?”

I glance at him with disbelief.

“Pardon? What do you mean? Why would I be if I also listen to their songs?”

His mouth turns agape with disbelief casted on his eyes. His eyebrows meet as he look at me.

“Because my guy friends told me that whenever they watch and listen to that group, their girls get jealous,” he states, as if convincing me that he's just defending himself. Even his neck is red now.

“Why? Am I your girl though?”

“Nevermind, ” he utters as he looks away. I grin as I catch his sight but he wouldn't let me. He ends up covering his entire face with both of his palms as his ears get redder. He swallows several times.

“Just play a song, please. Don't make me feel more embarrassed.”

Planning out something for a special day could have the possibility to be postponed. Meanwhile, there are days when you just decide to go with the flow and the circumstances are in favoured with you. Most of the time, I honestly don't understand how life works fairly and not.

I press the shuffle sign and My Best Habit randomly plays. The first lines kick in together with its guitar and drums. Just like this, I am not the one who chose what to play but the song right now is the one I exactly want to hear. Come to think of it, each song has the possibility to be chosen randomly but it ends up playing what I would like to listen to at this moment.

“I didn't know that you're also listening to them,” I speak.

I smile widely. I still can't believe it. No one in the classroom knows about this band. I don't know anyone who listens to their music either until I discover about him. A little curling hurls in my stomach – those little tibiddi tabadoo again.

“'Cause I'm not fond of over hyped singers. Besides, there is a substance in their songs, right? I relate to their songs most of the time. Every verse line is a good quote.”

“Woah, same. I can also relate, hehe.”

He casts his gaze to me. “Specifically what song?” he raises his brow.

I try to think of one. However, I like a lot of songs “This one,” I answer, pertaining to the song that's currently playing.

His lips protrude. “Specifically what verse line?”

“Rico, is this a slam book?” I chuckle.

“Hmm, maybe? So, what is it?”

“Let's wait for it. I'm gonna sing with it!”

He grins as we wait on it. I'm not the best singer but I don't have the worst voice either. I nervously lick my lips as I wait for the beat. The chorus is already playing and after that part, I just give him a scrutinizing gaze as my voice joins in the music.

“'To you I don't exist
   Ain't what you're looking for
   Good thing I don't exist
   For you at all anymore'”

The second verse comes in as he looks back at me, his earthly colored eyes stare at me, drowning me with confusion and curiosity. Maybe he's just really numb to feel me . . . or is he just so used and accustomed to girls confessing their admiration for him that I can't get the reaction I want him to project?

“Why are you looking at me like that? You exist to me, though.” he smiled.

He lightly messes my hair. It's not that it wasn't messy enough before he did that, though. I just let the cold breeze bring my strands into wherever its length could reach.

We are still walking on the sideway. What he said carves in my mind. Do I make simple things complicated? Maybe I should stop putting deeper meanings into the words he says that should be normal in the first place.

“Unbelievable~” I sing but deep inside, I want to jump several times after hearing what he has said. My chest is hyperventilating with so much glee!

His gaze turns dark and serious. I couldn't fathom the circling in my stomach and the curling of my toes. “If you're not, would I be beside you right now, then?”

I blink several times and glance away from him.