On the next iLove Ride: Rafael dela Cruz is back, with a vengeance, and- wait, that's me! I'm back! Hope you all miss me, and iLove Ride as well. Here's what to expect for today:
On the next iLove Ride (for real!): Sam and Freddie spends their first night together, and what would happen once Carly finds out that Freddie and Sam are now slightly more than friends?
Chapter Seven: Psychology of Love
(Freddie's POV)
After a few minutes, we finally arrived at my apartment "We're here" I announced as I parked and took the keys off the ignition.
"Good, I'm kinda starving" she said as she got off the car, and we entered the building. "What apartment?" she asked as we headed for the elevator.
"12-K" I said as the elevator opened in front of us.
(Sam's POV)
Oh man, this is so exciting. Me hanging out with Freddie in the apartment. Since we were the only people inside the elevator, I can hear my heart beating really fast and really loud, and I can hardly take it anymore. Please, elevator, please go up twelve floors faster! I thought. Finally, the door opened. We're already on the twelfth floor. Good thing about it is that 12-K is the first apartment that you will see when you turn left from the elevator. We enter the apartment.
(Freddie's POV)
We entered the apartment. Man, it's much different that Rod's not in the apartment. "Wow, this apartment is much bigger than I thought" I heard her say "You live here alone?"
"No, I have a roommate, but he texted me earlier saying that he will be staying at his girl's place for the night, so the apartment's pretty much mine for the night" I headed to the fridge to get something to drink "What would you have?" I said "I got...wine, beer and whisky"
"Um, actually, I don't...drink liquor"
"What?" I said, shocked "You know, at your age, it's about time you get a taste of alcoholic beverages"
"Wait, wait, hold it, this is just a tutorial session, I don't think I'd be able to go home if I get drunk"
"Come on, you're taking a bus or cab, you're not driving a car, and besides, a rule of mine and my roommate's in this apartment is that everybody invited should have at least a glass of alcohol"
"Fine, I'll have a glass-just a glass-of wine"
"Okay" I said as I poured two glasses (one for me and one for her) with wine as she opened her bag and took her notebook, after which I sat next to her "So, what are we reviewing here?"
"Um... start with Chapter 5, and go until... Chapter 7"
"Wow, that's a lot of reviewing"
"Well, I have to take three extra credit quizzes in order to pass"
"And you have to take all of these tomorrow?"
"Uh-huh. Now why don't we get started?"
"Okay, let's go."
And we started reviewing. I wonder how'd Rod's night went.
(Rod's POV)
"How can that motherfucker ever think of coming after us?!" That was all Cameron had to say.
"I don't know, maybe he had some misunderstanding with Carly, and he's blaming Freddie for all of this, and now I think he wanted us dragged into the trouble" I said as I took a turn left.
"But Freddie doesn't love that bitch anymore, and trust me, he's too getting along with that chick Sam a lot better right now"
"So, what are we gonna do now?"
"We kill that Lyndon guy"
"No, please, not too dark, some kids are reading this, you know"
"Right" he said.
"I think we should just try to stay out of this"
(Sam's POV)
Okay, it's about ten twenty-seven, and so far Freddie has drank about five glasses of wine, while I stopped at one, just like I said earlier. Tutorial session has gone smoothly so far, and I think I have learned more from him than from my professor, during whose discussions I always fell asleep into. So far, we've finished Chapters Five and Six, and I think I'm gonna ace the first two extra credit quizzes (I should, cause I got a cute, smart and handsome tutor), and we're down to one last chapter, and my mouth fell open when he said it.
"Okay, we're down to our final chapter" he said as he turned the page "Chapter 7, Understanding Human Emotions" Oh my God. Human emotions. I don't think I'll ever get through this chapter without something happening, I mean, he's kinda already drunk and everything, well, that's what I wanted, so okay. The first six subtopics, namely about anger, joy, sadness, fear, excitement and embarrassment were okay, even after five glasses of wine, he did explain what the terms included mean, and how to deal with these emotions. Wow, I must say, I'm kinda impressed, I just wish he'd been my professor. Well, he's already twenty-three, so he can already be a professor, had he not repeated two year levels. Okay, this is it. The final subtopic: love.
"Okay, our last emotion and we're done here: love. A difficult term, easy said, easy felt, hardly explainable, and hardly controlled, but leaves you devastated once you give more than enough. Okay, before we start here, give me...one definition of love"
Love is...you. That's what I wanted to say since earlier, but maybe he's not yet ready to move on with me, I mean he's just gone through thirty-two months of bullshit, and just as he said, love leaves you devastated once it overflows. He's kinda right, but I think he's lacking a description: hardly learned unless you try over and over. okay, enough of the meaningful descriptions of love. I gave him one formal definition of love. "Love is...an emotion that you feel upon a person you desire"
"Kinda impressive. Love is kinda more of a sensation, actually, but for some unexplainable reason, it falls under emotions. Love is a sensation or effect when your hypothalamus release...some substance, that gives a tingling feeling once you see some person that your heart desires. So when you express your love to someone, the proper term is not I love you from the bottom of my heart, but rather I love you from the bottom of my hypothalamus."
I think my hypothalamus is releasing that substance that makes me feel that tingling sensation everytime I see him. Well, I've been staring at him for more than two hours, so I think this is already love. And you know, I can't help but think that he kinda loves me, too, but he just can't let go of that Carly bitch, or maybe he did, he just doesn't want to show that he loves me just yet, but oh my God, I think he's gonna show me now.
"Okay, now give me at least three ways of how people express their love for another person"
Three ways? I think I can give more than a hundred ways of how people express their love. "Um...courting the person, having an intercourse with the person, and just simply saying it"
"So is it okay if I tell you now?"
"Tell me what?"
"That I love you..." he said
"You mean that?" I said, very much touched by what he said.
"Why, you don't believe me? You want me to do this?" he said as he slowly leaned towards me and slowly inched his lips to mine. I tried to retreat, but then I realized that this is what I want all along, so when our lips touched, I also leaned over, and we shared a passionate kiss that lasted about a minute, and that was all that I can remember. That was the best one-minute of my life, sharing a kiss with the man that I love, and I just hope that he meant what he said, I mean that he said it not just because he's already drunk, but that he meant it. The kiss was all that I can remember, but I kept thinking and hoping that we had more. The next thing I knew was that it was already the next morning, and thank God, I don't classes until twelve in the afternoon, and I don't think he does, either. I woke up with slight hangover, since I only drank a glass, and judging from the snoring noises, I can tell that he's still asleep. Man, I love men who snore in their sleep, it's like rock music in your ears.
I checked the time in the digital clock up on the wall. It's nine-forty three in the morning. After a few more minutes, he finally woke up.
"Good morning" I greeted him.
"Good morning" he greeted back "How's the night?"
"Oh, it was good, thank you"
"Sorry, I didn't let you go home last night"
"No, it's fine, I actually enjoyed the moment. I just hope that meant what you said last night"
"What"
"Don't you remember? You said you love me"
"Oh, I can't remember saying anything like that, but I do, I do"
"And that is part of your unconscious. Last night, you were drunk and everything, and although you didn't mean to tell me that you love me, you did, because your unconscious told you" I said, applying what I learned from last night. Can't believe that worked.
"Wow, impressive, I think you're gonna ace your test later"
"Well, I should, 'cause I got the best tutor ever"
"Awww... then I got the best student as well" he replied "Now, what time does your class start?"
"Twelve"
"How 'bout I take you there now? My class starts at eleven"
"Oh, it's fine, I can hang out with my friends over there"
"Oh, okay, I'll just take a shower"
"And I'll just cook breakfast"
"Oh, you know how to cook?"
"Yeah, well, learned it from my mom before she tried her hand on illegal stuff"
"Oh, nice. Hope you cook some nice stuff" he said as he headed on to the bathroom to take a shower.
I chuckled "Oh, yeah, I will" I said as I started cooking. After a few minutes, we had breakfast, and then headed on to school.
(Freddie's POV)
Hey, no joke. I really meant what I said last night. Maybe my hypothalamus did release this substance that made me feel this tingling sensation. Okay, enough of this psychology chiz, I gotta head on to school. It's only...ten twelve, so I have forty-eight minutes to head on to school and finish my assignment due first period that I haven't even started yet. Yes, I cram a lot. I got used to do assignments at the very last minute, well, I always pass on time, so I guess it's kinda effective. Anyway, after a few minutes drive, we finally reached the school grounds. I pulled over in front of the Education Building to drop Sam off. "Okay, I guess I'll see you later"
"Wait, no goodbye kiss?"
"Oh, alright" I said as I kissed her in the lips. "Okay, I'll see you later"
"Bye" she said as she got out of the car and entered the building.
I stepped on the gas and drove over to the parking lot of our building. I pulled into my favorite parking slot, in front of the dance hall. I looked into the digital clock in my car, and it read ten nineteen. Forty-one more minutes to finish the assignment, so I stayed there and got it started. A few minutes later, Gibby, another friend of mine, approached me.
"Hey, man, party at my house, Friday night. Are you down?"
"Well, it depends if I don't have anyone to give a ride on Friday"
"Hey, no rush, party starts at nine. Just don't be late, fashionably late accepted, though"
"Then I'm in"
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Oh, and if you can, bring a date with you"
"Why?"
"'Cause while I was talking about the party with Cam, Adam and Vince, Carly kinda heard that we were gonna invite you, so she told us that she would come"
"Really?"
"Yeah, originally, we were gonna move the venue into somewhere else, but I think it's best if you bring a date instead"
"Oh, don't worry, I will"
"Alright! Guess I'll see you on Friday, then"
"I guess I will"
"Later" he said as he turned away.
What would Carly do at the party?
What would happen once Carly learns that Sam and Freddie already have a thing going on?
And what would happen once Lyndon makes his attack?
Stay tuned for Chapter 8 to find out!
Okay, I'm back! And let me tell you that this day, September 9th, is very significant to me, although it's not my birthday (I wish so I can turn 18 and be legal already), but because it marked the first day I tried my hand on writing, and on September 9th, 2010, I finished my first novel ever written, so I wanted to make this day special for you as well by giving you Chapter 7 of iLove Ride, and making it as perfect as possible. Also, I wanna tell you how grateful I am to know that you missed my stories, especially this one, so I will try to update every now and then like before, so please keep your reviews coming!
