Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

25. Pieces_Red

Shane wasn't a people's choice. He was average. He wasn't bad in anything but he wasn't above most of the people in a status. He was ordiniary. He had only one person's phone number from school who never thought he was an equally important friend. Who had Shane's mom's number?

Apollo was the first friend and maybe the only person who had called his home in seventh grade for a movie hangout. He had called six other people. But that's not important. It was a pleasant surprise for Shane and he, in fact, got a new shirt to wear and got chocolates as something you should carry when you visit someone's place for the first time. 

Apollo and Shane were alike once in all possible ways one could imagine when they first met. Receding hairline and thin hair, spectacles, and no mass to their bones. They were average in academics because they never failed any exam even if they went without studying. They had amazing music taste. They both respected their fathers highly but wanted to be better than them.

Their first day, first meeting at his place was like a high-tea party of English women in the countryside trying to be polite and thanking for inviting and coming, and trying to help in pick plates and not touch anything in the house. Till the time young childish boys being boys playing Wrestlemania on the bed.

That was then. After years, Shane stood at his doorstep ringing the bell and hoping his parents are working and not home. He had run all the way in buttonless jeans which he was trying to hold waiting for him to open the goddamn door.

"Waddup Amigo?", Apollo yelled with amusement. 

"Dude, I want your three-fourths right now?" Shane cared shit about politeness anymore.

Apollo looked down at what he was wearing and then at him, "What the fuck? That's really not appropriate for you to say".

Shane realized how right Apollo was, "Shut up right now, give me your spare cargoes dude I broke the button of my jeans and can barely hold it now. I will change and you get ready. We need to get out, it's code thunderstorm." They had no code as such, all codes meant something got fucked up only.

Apollo had a great dressing style. Shane remembered how he had lent him his denim jacket for a gathering for which Shane thought he was underdressed. Apollo was the only one Shane had ever borrowed clothes from. The reason was simple, Apollo never made it look like Shane owed him for it. 

Apollo's house hadn't changed much in the years. The dining table as you entered on the front and sofa sets on the right. His room was a sliding wood door with a glass frame. the window had creepers and few other plants. The bed was on the right corner which was always kept tidy. Apollo had always been very meticulous and minimal in his surroundings.  The only new addition to the room was the portrait of the Effiel Tower, which Apollo had got as a souvenir from his ninth-grade Euro trip, finally hung on the wall in a wood frame matching the overall interior of the room.

Apollo thought it would be more like a Croissant event but it was more of a beer one. They took a couple of beer pints with them and went to a nearby creek that had been one of the hideouts of them in this city. They had an adventurer heart that was at its glory days when they had met initially. They had different spots marked for monsoons in advance where they spent most of the time.