GREG:It has been two weeks since James left the country for business school, and I am still struggling to adjust to his absence.The house feels cold and deserted, and despite the presence of everyone; the housekeepers, bodyguards, and chauffeurs, I can't shake off the feeling of being alone.Neither my parents, Rose nor Granny are able to alleviate my loneliness. I become more isolated from everyone and my only companion rests in James' room. I miss him. At times, I selfishly regret filling out the MBSS Form for him, but I try not to dwell much on my regrets and be happy for his decisions.I want the best for him. He is living his best too. He proved and insisted that business school is all he desires to venture into. And after our fight of leaving him to pursue it alone, I treaded carefully not to abandon him until his departure.It wasn't easy to earn his forgiveness after he moved in with Lucky. Although he maintained not to be angry with me, it took me days to have him back home
NICHOLAS:It is not extreme.Being with him is worthy, priceless, and remarkable. He had me so immersed in his company that I lose track of time whenever I am with him. And over the past few weeks, I've compromised some of my principles for his sake.Everyone knows this. Janie has grown tired of teasing my new wardrobe of colorful attire. She was struck when I walked in wearing a yellow leather jacket a couple of weeks ago."What is happening with you?" She scanned her eyes all over me in shock. "Do you go color blind or what?""Or what?""That is a yellow jacket, dude!""I know what I am wearing." I had played ignorant to her awes because I do not know how to explain that Rahul had me wearing the yellow jacket.He had pleaded with me like a baby in the clothing store to wear it for him. I considered his handsome face going all pitiful in front of the salesperson and agreed to his demands which I regretted.I regret agreeing to it and his every play card. It changed my peaceful life
NICHOLAS:Janie, whom I know would have run away, was frozen in place, unable to move as Lora stood just feet away. Her throat constricted, and she swallowed rapidly, trying to control her nerves."Hi."She disregarded Lora's greeting. It could be perceived as rude for even in her perplexed state, she is sassy. But it isn't the situation; Janie is presently beaten to utter a word.She fixed her eyes on Lora who at this point, did not know how to transmit Janie's teenage behavior."Hi Nicholas, I am Lora. I have heard so much about you."Lora's voice found solace in me. Her eyes smiled as she introduced herself. She took a step and leaned over to kiss my cheeks."It is a pleasure to finally meet you," she kept smiling, as though we are friends or we are supposed to be friends. "Happy Anniversary."Being Rahul's best friend doesn't determine whether I treat her likewise. "Thank you."It feels awkward. Lora's presence blooms with a daring but harmless ambiance that I could feel why my ter
NICHOLAS: "I will be right back." I whispered to the breathless Rahul the moment the car came to a halt, leaving him chest-bared and desirous. Smiling over his poor state, I sauntered into the mart Baron had chosen for me. Contrary to its name, Klattey mini-mart wasn't as mini as the exterior sign declared. There are a lot of stalls and segmented shops within and it was bustling with late-night shoppers, most of them filling their carts with drinks and nuts. I would do with some bottles too. I will be needing them for the long night ahead. Rahul loves sparkling white wine, and graciously, the mart holds a variety of them. I chose three bottles of his favorite and joined the basket filling like the other shoppers. I hurried to my most important mission afterward and strolled through the white tiled floor to the corner where I know most stores reserve their condoms. Wines are relevant, but getting drunk with Rahul isn't all I have on my list. It was a focused walk to harvest some p
NICHOLAS:The drive to my apartment was stiff and dazed. Rahul didn't say a word neither was I in the mood to put in one.He kept his smitten face out of the window, and unlike the feelings with Greg Bolt, there wasn't any desperation in me to know what was running through his mind. I prefer the silence and the unsaid fight he is pulling; with that, I was able to slice into the thoughts of the model driving Greg away without interruption.Soon, the car came to a smooth stop before my building. For minutes, Rahul and I remained silent until his driver coughed us up to have the talk we'd be avoiding."Good night," Rahul said unexpectedly and to my uttermost surprise. He shouldn't be biding me a farewell; it makes no sense that he did. No, it does. He foresees no interest in me having him tonight anymore. So carefully, he thought of sending himself home before I did; that was the only way he could feel less disappointed.But it is unlike him. Rahul would nag, cry, soothe, and plead to
GREG:It is unrealistic of me to think Nicholas's decency is merely a lockout needing an incubation. I have reluctantly chosen to believe a perfect version of him I doubt existed. Trusting him is a self-deceit. I ought to be firm in accepting he has no modesty and no reason to prove otherwise. Yet, I cracked to see him last night, scanning packs of condoms in readiness for whoever he was about to devour.I flared at the sight of it. I failed to trap my disappointment that I immaturely took out on the cashier. Although the cashier lacks decorum, I could've been more reserved. In affirmation, my rebukes weren't out of the cashier's unprofessionalism; I had done that in disguise to get Nicholas' attention.Well, I shouldn't have done that. I could have played invisible and allowed Nicholas out of the store with a bag full of condoms and gel and saved myself the confronted heartbreak.Meanwhile, I'd noticed his size. It may not be my concern, but with those sizes of condoms, Nicholas l
GREG:For a moment, I wonder if today was an unregistered holiday.It is unusual to see Mum in the kitchen doing any sort of cooking. In years, barely recurring her figure here and behold, she dresses in a casual outfit, looking unprofessional in her kitchen chores."Good morning, sweetheart.""Good morning."I scanned thoroughly to see what she was doing with a pan and the large frying spoon. I could ask, but I settled on my observation."Sit while I fix your breakfast.""Who amongst us ran short of a calendar?" I took the long stool and sat before an empty bronze plate, hoping she wasn't intending to fill it with those fried eggs in her pan. “Not me. I mean, it is Monday.”"Here, eggs for you. And Gregory, today's calendar marks Monday. Tease me no more."“Do you not find this strange as well?”She emptied her pan into the plate before me. Nothing about the eggs looked appetizing, yet I took hold of the cutlery.“I could do this often if that would have us talking more,” she smiled a
NICHOLAS:He woke in a fantastic mood and generously sprayed and transmitted it on anything he saw. His communicable demeanor had him coating our bread with plenty of margarine and humming noisily to non-playing music. He looked freshly neat, showing he had earlier used the shower. He gelled and styled his hair into back fringes, giving himself the most adorable look. He glittered cutely in my robe with the plushy belts tied above his waist and knotted to his side. Rhythmically, he danced and moved to his ghostly beats while licking margarine off a finger. I have been awake for a while at his ignorance, watching him prepare our breakfast and set the table to his taste."You look happy…"He turned to my coarse morning voice with a full smile, exposing his bare white chest and beautiful neckline.It is early and unreserved of me to think twice about his succulent skin. "...and nice." Yet, I acknowledged it.Rahul hummed closer, leaned, and kissed me. “I slept happy.”“Happy good mor