A FlowerBed in Chicago.

*part one of The Ballroom Confessions.

4 am. Got to wake up early, he's got plans.

He's been waiting, saving up for this day since late October and the anxiety, excitement and fear was killing him. "Tonight will be the best night of my High School life," he said to himself as he got up from his bed. The mid-February winds were cold, and a certain serenity in the environment enveloped him. He had a quick breakfast and suited up, he had to meet up with friends to buy flowers fresh from the market. Preparing to leave, he counted out his money one by one, feeling up each bill with pride and satisfaction. "One, Two, Three. Three thou it is," he said to himself, as he folded it thin and placed the bills inside his wallet.
He starts out.

It was near daybreak and the 4 boys rode out in a jeep for the Market. As the Jeep rode by, the sight of citizens doing their usual work painted an interesting picture. The excited boy kept replaying his vision of things to come, things to do and things to say. The Music, the Dancing, the Food, the scene. Romantic. Ooops, Dreaming. Back to Reality. Now, they've arrived and off the jeep they go. The crowd was enormous, it looked like everyone also had the same agenda. They walked along the dirty, busy streets of Biñan, looking the flower shops were located near the Church. They found it, a small stall with thousands of flowers around it. They fought off an army of romantics and scrambled their way to the front. It took hours of finding the right color, style, shape and perfection they were looking for. After all the hassle, They picked out a nice 2-dozen bouquet for each of them, with all the qualities checked. The three head home full of excitement and anticipation. But our boy's not finished yet.

He head's to the girls house although he knows she's not there. Weird and inappropriate as it may seem, there were still classes even though it's Prom night. All Seniors didn't attend class, as they were the bosses of the school. She's a Junior, He's a Senior. So the term Junior-Senior prom was appropriate in their situation. He rings the doorbell. Her mom comes out surprised and overwhelmed upon seeing the flowers, almost jumping up and down at the sight of this boy wooing her daughter. So the mom lets him in, and leads him into the girl's room. He slowly places the flowers neatly on her bed, cherishing the moment. He bids the mother farewell, heads home and waits for her to find out.

Her classes are over and she's well on her way home. She sees him, walking home alone. He didn't greet her, nor did she. She wondered why he's acting so strange lately, but she shrugs it off, thinking that he's having problems with his ex-girlfriend or something. She arrives home, kicks off her shoes and jumps in the sofa. Her mom's trying to keep all the excitement inside, looking very restless. After a few television clicks, she heads to her room to get a nap before she prepares of the Prom festivities. She opens her door, and there in her bedspread lays a two-dozen rose boquet waiting for her. She held her breath, heart stopped for a second. She clasped her two hands together to cover her now-open mouth. Some tears fell, some heartbeats appeared and some emotions were felt. Now, Camera, Cut. Lights Out. Next Scene please.

Part One was a success, Part Two's up next.

Based On a True Story.
God Bless.