Bad Love

Chapter 5

Evan arrived first and stood outside his car, leaning against it while waiting for Jonathan who was still stuck in traffic. Before they left, he asked for his friend's number right away just in case something happened. Jonathan was reluctant at giving it at first, seeing how his face turned into something unpleasant, yet gave it anyway. He wondered what the problem was but he decided to just give it up since he didn't want to argue with the other one anymore. They just reconciled, thanks to Jonathan who really wasted his time to visit him, eat breakfast with him, and apologize for what happened. He didn't think they'd be okay once again for he promised to himself he wouldn't be the one to come and say sorry to his friend. Talk about his pride that got in the way and stayed there.

He frowned as he remembered the content of Jonathan's apology. He would admit it was somehow pathetic. The reason of their fight was very pathetic (Oh Delirious was so scared that he would make fun of his face once they met so he lied about moving). He tsk-ed and glanced at his wrist watch, shaking his head in the process and worrying about Jonathan because he hadn't arrived yet. Was the traffic really that bad?

The first time he met Delirious he wanted to laugh. Not because he thought he was an ugly motherfucker but because his voice matched his appearance. The other one's voice was a no joke. It was definitely weird but special at the same time. His voice was common, Tyler's voice was common, his friends' voices were common, but Jonathan's was different. He couldn't even elaborate. At first he thought that it was because of his microphone but when he finally heard it, he was wrong. His voice online and his voice in real life were just the same.

The sound of tires screeching ripped him away from his thoughts. He looked up and saw a mad Jonathan getting out of his car and angrily closing the door, kicking the tire as well. His frown turned into an amazed kind of smile.

"Canada.traffic.can.suck.my.dick.fuck.Canada!" Jonathan muttered in anger as he kept kicking the tire. Evan understood what he was feeling because even he himself hated the traffic. It would take him like an hour to get out of one.

"Hey don't say bad shit about Canada. Canada is good," he responded as he walked towards Jonathan with his hands stuffed in his pocket. The latter turned around and frowned even more, slowly standing properly and sighing deeply.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to say that. I just...like seriously Evan, Canada traffic can go to hell," Jonathan said and smiled at him sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm late, by the way."

He tapped the other one's shoulder and let his hand stay there. He felt his friend squirm for a second.

"It's alright. Let's go," he cheerfully guided his friend towards the entrance of the mall.

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"Would you like to have pizza for dinner?" Evan asked and glanced to his right to see his friend who was busy getting tissue papers from their rightful stall. He saw Jonathan nod and he couldn't help but laugh because the latter got 6 rolls and he thought it was very much obvious on where he would use them on.

"Oh my god Delirious, you've got to be kidding me. Don't be a show-off, man haha!" he laughed and grabbed his cart as he made his way to the other one who elbowed him right away when he was close.

"Shut the fuck up. These are meant for my late night movies," Jonathan said and sent him a death glare. "I am serious."

He smirked and playfully raised his eyebrows. "Oh? You mean late night man activity."

"Fuck you, Vanoss. I am not like you."

"Really though, what are those tissue rolls for?"

Jonathan placed them in the cart he was grabbing on and huffed. "Like I said, for my late night movies. I sometimes watch dramas and like...I cry easily, you see, so I always make sure I have these right next to me."