He Changes The Weather

"Got any plans,today?"

Technically, Gregory is not holding hands with Alexander. The man dragged him away from his flat in a rush and when he has reached the crowd he act as casual as possible. As casual as a man walking down the streets with another man with blood all over their face. The handholding is something to make their urgency seems more normal, that’s all.

The problem with Alexander is, he doesn’t understand the tangled mess that is happening inside Gregory mind. So, when he drags Gregory away through the crowded street, Gregory needs a minute to catch his breath. Actually make that an hour. Almost trampled on the sidewalk, Gregory senses an asthma attack on the way.

Yup, here they are. “Alex-fuck. I need to-“ Gregory sentences cut short with his sneezing and erratic breath. “Please don’t tell me you haven’t got inhaler with you”.. Shaking his head in panic, Gregory vision is swarming with darkness. His chest constrict with unbelievable pain the longer he tries to breathe.

Moving fast Alexander pushes his body to the nearest alley. Gregory stand back against the dirty wall and slid down. “Tries to count from one to ten, slowly. Each numbers each deep breath, okay”. He sits facing me, looking at me eye to eye. His gaze remains calm. And his hands are soothing my back, rubbing circles on it. The calm voice helps me put my breathing under control; but my chest still feel crazy hurts. Over and over again, he calmly told me to count down the numbers and take a deep breath.

Somebody has taught him how to deal with asthmatic people. His technique works on Gregory, although he could have controlled it better with an inhaler in hand. “You have done this before” said Gregory after his breathing went back to normal. “A foster brother of mine had asthma too”. Gregory only nodded in response. “Well, I thank you for it”.

He hasn’t stand up yet, Alexander still sit on his heels facing Gregory. Everything about him almost taste similar in Gregory’s head. Trying to assert the situation back to casual, Gregory pats Alexander on his shoulder. “So, got any plans today?".

Shaking his head and grinning Alexander stands up. Straightened down the creases on his pants as he does. “Get my car and goes to the nearest medical treatment”. He offers his hand to Gregory, “We need to get you something to wear other than ratty shirt and sweatpants”. Gregory stands up (He pats himself on the back for not flailing and falling down on his ass).  “Please tell me your car is actually that Lamborghini”. 

Alexander gives Gregory a small shrug, “Would it hurt if I actually drive a Prius?”

Alexander’s car is a Prius. Honest to God small and sensible silver Prius. He could throttle the man after finding out. “I’d helped you earlier because I thought you’re some sort of crazy ass rich asshole need to be rescued, you moron”. The Prius parks inside an almost empty underground parking lot. “Wait, so your motive of helping me is to gain some kind of incentive?’ Gregory narrowed his eyes in offense “I am a broke ass college student, of course I helped you when I thought I would get some cash”.  Now it’s Alexander turn to look offended. “Are you that desperate for money?”. He pinged the car door open and get inside the car. Gregory follows suit.

“What do you think? But all I got is a dead best mate and my flat covered in rubbish. And not to mention also is my life. Covered in rubbish and fucked up with shit like this”. Gregory’s jaw is still sore, reminds him with the fact that Alexander punches him in the face. And also he is the cause for Gregory's dead best friend. Typical bad childhood kids, loud when it’s trivial and silent when it’s major.

Fuck, the reality just hit him like a freight train. He needs to punch something or someone without being punched back. Gregory’s life is just a mess. He could not even let out his anger without hurting himself. Ian is his only friend growing up. Many kids were wary of him because of his temper. The adults all tried to fix him. Like there was something massive, if you're an orphan and be quite and reclusive. Ian understood that, he was talkative and friendly to everyone. Gregory was only there to balancing his act.

The car rides out smoothly in the traffic of the city. Gregory finds relief at almost how normal every thing looks. He is just sitting in a car next to a handsome man. As the alternative for this, is something more exaggeratingly terrifying than that.

Who is this Alexander?. Gregory could not thought of any suspicious thing about Ian's past in the army. Ian joined, did his duty, and honourably discharged. Questions with no answer formed in his head. he thing that Ian said, 'we could almost pass as the same person'. The statement circling in his head. Whatever Ian has done, he gotten himself killed for it. 

Then what Gregory has anything to do with it?. Surely a name to fill random papers could have no more impact than a misunderstan. Or so that what Gregory thought.

“I know a clinic near here who has a very nice competent doctor” said Alexander. Gregory slumps in his seat and closes his eyes, “Your wish is my command, m’ lord”. Gregory mumbles the words, he could close his eyes for a minute or two. 

A.N: I am sorry if you feel Gregory is being an insensitive asshole over the death of his own bestfriend. But, he was shocked, high on adrenaline, confused as heck, and just punched in the face by a virtual stranger, His life is nowhere on the right tracks. But the next chapter will have Gregory massive breakdown and an action part coming. Thank you for reading!. ;)