The Sire

Chapter 2

Andy was pacing around, almost nervously, in a sleeveless black shirt and his blond hair all tangled for he had yet brushed it. A pair of stripes black and white pants composed the rest of his unique way of getting dressed. He was gesturing and waving in the air and sounded truly enthusiastic. Chis was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of him and his index finger circling around it. His blue eyes staring at the infinite. Andy stopped talking and then looked at Chris waiting for his opinion. He was telling him about a girl he had met, but he was not sure about what to do.

"So?" He said then, looking at Chris who didn't move. "Chris?" Andy leaned over the table and waved his hand in front of his eyes, making Chris wake up from his trance. "Were you even listening?" He asked, and Chris frowned.

"Of course, I am!" He exclaimed adjusting his hair. He pulled it up and wrapped in a major bun. "I was listening..."

"So, I should record the song in B minor?" Andy asked him, crossing his arms around his chest like a child sulking. His foot tapping on the floor.

"Hum... hum..." Chris nodded and sipped on his coffee, seeing Andy frown instantly. "What?" He asked, resting the cup back on the table.

"I was not even talking about music!" Andy protested. "You were not listening... fuck..."

"I am sorry..." Chris said. "I got lost... I was..."

"In another world!" Andy pointed his finger at him, like accusing him of some serious crime, which made Chris smile.

"Ok... try me again. I promise I listen now." He told his best friend.

"No...." Andy sat back in front of him and looked in Chris's eyes. "You tell me where your mind was. You seemed like in another world... You were like that yesterday when you came back home. You were spaced out, but I thought you had been smoking one and let it be. I can see now that it's none of that... what the fuck happened?" Chris stared at him for a few seconds and Andy waved a hand in the air, like telling him to go on and Chris puffed.

"I met someone yesterday..." He started. Andy nodded waiting for the rest. "Someone just..." He smiled and Andy smiled too, forgetting all about his own subject right away. Complete empathy between them. "... beautiful." Chris whispered.

"Well... did you talk to her? How did you meet her?" Andy asked him. "You are a bit shy regarding girls Cornell..."

"We bumped into each other at the street..." Chris explained. "... but the way her eyes locked in mine..." Andy crocked an eyebrow.

"Did you even talk to this girl?" He giggled. "I am assuming you didn't."

"No." Chris narrowed his eyes at his friend. "But I want to. I want to see her..."

"Kind of hard to do if you didn't get any information about her." Andy pointed out. "You should have talked to her. Find out her name... something that could lead you to her again. Fuck... you know that! I don't have to teach you."

Chris knew her name. He even knew her before he really actually bumped into her, but he couldn't disclosure that to Andy. Though he thought sometimes he could tell him the whole truth about him. If someone was capable of understanding it, that person would be Andy for sure, but he opted to keep his nature a secret.

"I followed her." Chris spoke so low, ashamed of admitting it. "I sort of know where she works..."

"Cornell!" Andy exclaimed. "That's..." He stuttered. "That's creepy!"

"I know." Chris nodded. "I know it is but I didn't have any other option."

"Yes, you had!" Andy retorted. "You could have talked to her like we all do when we want to meet a girl."