I am currently writing the prologue of my story. I'll create a sweet moment that no one will expect to turn into a heart-breaking ending because that was the idea in my mind. I blame someone who made me like this, a person who never felt love in his whole life.
I sighed heavily.
*Bzzzzz Bzzzzz*
My phone was ringing, so I picked it up and saw that Matthew was the one calling.
"I'm working, what is it?" I asked him, the annoyance in my voice obvious.
"Is that how you talk to your beloved best friend?" he asked, sounding sulky.
"Stop with your childish acts and tell me what you want," I responded with an even more annoyed tone.
"I just want to hang out with you. There is a newly opened bar near my place. Would you like to accompany me there?" he asked.
Hmm. Well, I think it's not a bad idea to take a break, even if I just started. Maybe I should relax for a bit and clear my mind. Geez.
"Okay, what time?" I asked him calmly.
"Maybe around 8 o'clock at night?" he replied.
"Darn you! I thought you were going to say 'now' since you're already inviting me!" I cursed. This guy, really. I thought I was going to have a good day.
"Well, Jesse, who the hell in this world would drink in the daytime?" he asked, mocking me.
"You! I just wanted to have a peaceful mind now, but you made it worse," I said, sounding disappointed. Well, I was.
"I'm sorry for making you expect a big promise. But, see you later!" he said before ending the call.
That guy, really.
I shook my head. He was giving me a headache, but I was thankful to Matthew, and I owed him a lot. He's always helping me, and he never complains even when I curse and cuss at him, maybe because he's used to it. I laughed when I remembered all the mischief and stupid things we've done together before. Matthew was truly like a brother to me.
I started writing again. "We will be together forever. No one can tear us apart, not even death. The boy caressed the girl's hair and passionately kissed her lips," I muttered the words as I wrote.
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Matthew picked me up from my apartment exactly at 8 o'clock at night. We went to a bar, but it wasn't an ordinary one. It was a luxurious bar with different brands of wine and hard drinks.
"Hey Rick!" Matthew called the attention of the bartender and waved his hand at the counter.
We sat on the chairs at the counter, and the bartender walked towards us.
"What's up, Matthew? And you really brought a kid here, huh?" he asked Matthew once he was in front of us, then pointed at me.
"A kid?" Matthew said, clueless.
"Excuse me, sir, but I am not a kid anymore. I'm already 25!" I yelled at the bartender.
His eyes went wide, and I could tell he was shocked.
"It can't be! But you look too young for your age!" he said in a surprised tone.
"So, you thought he was a kid?" Matthew finally realized. Then he laughed to himself.
The bartender simply nodded.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, sir." He apologized.
"It's fine. I'm used to it anyway," I said plainly.
"You have cute features, sir," he said, but when I looked at him, he was blushing. What the hell was wrong with him?
"What do you mean by cute?" I glared at the bartender, but his reaction
didn't change at all. Was I not intimidating enough?
Matthew suddenly cleared his throat, and the bartender lowered his head, maybe out of embarrassment.
"Anyway, what are your orders?" he asked politely.
"Give us a Bronx cocktail," Matthew said.
"But it's a hard drink. Can he handle it?" the bartender asked Matthew, seeming a bit worried.
I had been listening to their conversation the whole time.
"He can handle it. He has a high tolerance for alcohol," Matthew explained. It was true, anyway.
The bartender simply nodded and began mixing the drinks. We watched him as he did it with amazing skill.
"He's one of your friends, right?" I asked Matt.
"Actually, he's just my co-actor in my current drama," Matthew explained.
"Here are your drinks," the bartender said as he handed them to us.
This alcohol was a real hard drink, but I think I can handle it.
"The name's Rick. What's yours?" he asked me, extending his hand. I shook it, and we exchanged greetings.
"I'm Jesse," I replied.
"What a beautiful name. But may I know why you're together in a place like this?" he asked again.
"Well, we're just here to relax, and I heard that you opened this bar. So, I invited him here, and here we are," Matthew explained, taking a sip of his cocktail.
"This is an incredible drink!" Matthew suddenly complimented.
"Thank you," Rick said.
"By the way, Jesse, do you have a boyfriend now?" he asked, and I choked on my drink. Matthew only laughed at Rick's question.
"Boyfriend? What do you think of me, a gay?" I asked, almost shouting. I was mad at him for asking such a question. Who wouldn't be?
"Sorry again, sir," he apologized, but he was still smiling.
This time, I didn't answer him. I simply sipped my drink and listened to their conversation. I couldn't relate anyway, as I was not an actor. They were just talking about their roles, and sometimes they asked me, but I refused to answer because they were not ordinary questions (*insert dirty topic*). Matthew just laughed at me. Sometimes, a few customers came, interrupting their conversation.
"Let's go home now. It's almost midnight," Matthew said, and I agreed.
"Are you okay? Are you sure you can drive?" I asked because we had drunk hard drinks, and I was feeling dizzy now.
"Nah, I'm still fine, and I can tell that you're the one who isn't feeling well. So, I'll drive you back to your apartment," Matthew suggested, and I agreed because he was right. I was feeling a little dizzy now.
He drove back to my apartment and dropped me off at the entrance. Then he left.
I entered my apartment and went straight to my bed.
What kind of day awaited me tomorrow? I had a bad feeling.
I brushed away those thoughts and proceeded to sleep.
The next day, I was awakened by the doorbell. I stood up in my bed, and when I opened the door, I saw the landlady with teary eyes. "Mister, I am sorry, but this land was bought by a businessman, and I can't refuse him because I have a big debt to him. So please pack your things and find another place. Also, here is your supposed-to-be rent." She gave me back my money and left me alone. I had no choice but to pack up my things. I searched for a place that I could rent, and I found an apartment nearby. I called a truck to help me pick up my things and started transferring to another place. Fast forward, and I was done unpacking my things. I was now arranging my belongings when my phone buzzed again. It was Matthew once again. "Hey, Jesse, you transferred to another apartment?" he asked. "Yeah," I answered. "Why?" he wondered. "The landlady told me that she sold the land, and she asked me to pack my things," I explained. "Okay, then tell me your new address," he said, and I told
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