Bad Love

Chapter 8

Brian, also known as The Gaming Terroriser, was now sitting on the couch in his newly found apartment (which was drawn on the paper and was correct the whole time) with his laptop on the couch and watching someone's videos on Youtube. He was so pissed off because he spent long hours just to find the place he had rented before he arrived in Canada when it was right in front of the cafe shop he stayed in to relax. He didn't see the name of the apartment since he was very exhausted from the horrible flight. The guy who was seated next to him threw up and he was so disgusted he squirmed in his seat pretty bad-- well most of the passengers looked at him in a funny way and he was so embarrassed. The guy smiled at him apologetically but he was so mad he raised a fist up, scaring the other lad. A flight attendant came to assist the poor guy and that was when he found the right time to let out a sigh of relief.

And there he was now, lazing around in his clean apartment.

Brian scrolled down while cradling his chin when he stumbled upon a very random video of Daithi's entitled H2O Delirious and Vanoss Couple. His eyebrows met since he never thought such video existed-- still exists, for the comments on top were recently done. Like two days ago? Determined to find out what was on the video, he shamelessly clicked on it and suddenly cringed when the song Perfect Two began to play. He never liked that song; for him it was too cheesy.

And so was the video.

He curled his fist into a ball after watching the video. Jealousy resided in his chest for a long period of time. He could not believe it. People were actually shipping Delirious with Evan. How the hell did that even happen? Were there requirements for that? What did they see in them that they couldn't see in him and Delirious?

He has liked Delirious for a good amount of time already, and never did he mention it to any of his Youtube friends, not even to Marcel that he was somehow close to. He was scared of getting out of the closet for he was sure Delirious would be so disgusted. That man's not like him-- he's not gay, and he has a thing for boobs. Girls.

"I should talk to him tomorrow to get his phone number. Time for us to meet," he whispered and closed his eyes, hoping that the man he has a thing for would say yes. He wanted to see him so bad.

I like you, Delirious, he thought and smiled a bit.

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The fact that it was a birthday party he attended and not a funeral bugged Jonathan so much because there he was sitting on a colorfully designed chair right next to her mum who happened to also have a frown on her face just like him. Curious, he drifted his gaze to the left where his mum's sight landed and slowly plastered a smirk. Ah, so that's why. His dad was busy talking to some females who were probably his co-workers. Would that mean it's jealousy her mum was feeling at the moment?

Jonathan was jealous. He really was. When they arrived earlier, he didn't really want to wake up because he was so tired and he felt so comfortable on his seat which was at the back of the car that he could just sleep the whole day. But his mum said something about Evan and he instantly opened his eyes and went out of the car. How could he forget about Evan when he was like the absolute reason why he felt like going to the party? Oh, and also to be close to Evan's mum, and closer to Evan's dad. As he made his steps towards the house through the crowd, the nervousness suddenly crawled from his back down to his stomach. There were too many people and they were obviously wealthy, based on the dresses they wore and the way they handled the occasion. And would you even look at him? He was just wearing a simple white v-neck shirt with a navy blue pea coat in his hand. Not to mention his jeans were kind of tight for him. He probably gained weight in his first month of stay in Canada.

Jonathan didn't know where to go. There were at least 4 houses and he didn't know where Evan was currently staying. He puffed out a sigh, abruptly remembering that his phone was with him. He sheepishly smiled to himself as he shoved a hand in his tight pocket, taking his phone out. There were like 5 messages from Evan. He couldn't help but grin when he read them.