Chapter One-
"So you're telling me that you'll be in Africa? When?" I asked, holding my phone.
"In about-- uh, I guess now," Tom replied as I hear rattles of the wheel on his bag. Why didn't he tell me?
"Tom, why didn't I know about this?"
"Because you weren't checking the laptop or watching the telly?" He said, "I promise I'll be fine. I'll be with the UNICEF there in Guinea. No to Malaria!” Tom laughed.
I sighed, looking around Long Beach. The sand on my feet irritated me. They deserved a kick, "Alright, Tommy. You be careful."
I slammed my phone shut and placed it to my bag about five meters away from the shore. Beaches. I've always lived in the hotels here for about a month and a half. I guess because I hated cities that I enjoy the void of waters and mysteries deep within.
First day of school in Eton, was the day I first met Thomas William Hiddleston, the weird, smart, strange, and hot boy at the middle of the class. I owe Tom a lot. Believe it or not, that man wasn't my best friend the first time we saw each other. You can say that we got off the wrong foot. The reason? One word. Acting.
I envied Tom. He was so graceful and so perfect. Almost every stage play he did was astounding. And before he was even a success, the teachers would see me. Almost as if when he entered my life, all of my attention went to him instead. I started to be his best friend in a little stage play, I was the girl and he was the boy. If you know what I mean. Then, after that, I saw the Tommy everyone said. The nice, funny, gentle, and perfect Tommy. We were so close, people say it was impossible for us to be separated. It was true. Tommy acted as my big brother, and I was his psychiatrist. He told me everything. Well, almost.
The night my parents died, someone asked him to tell me. People know that he knows me better than anyone, and I won't be surprised if all of a sudden a doctor asked him to tell me that I was dying.
We were college back then, at Cambridge, sharing a flat with Tommy. The air was cool that night, and I was outside the apartments. I can say that he spoils me too much. He cooks, shops, cleans, and practically does everything I should do. He insisted that I must stay there and console my energy to only school and beauty. I guess he preserved me too much, that I didn't know what to do in these situations. A situation whereas I'm loosing, and not getting.
"Alex," Tommy handed me a jacket, like what I said; the air was cool, "I need to tell you something."
"What would that be?" I glanced, smiling. He barely smiled, and that wasn't the Tom I knew. He always smiled, "Is there anything wrong?"
"They're gone," He sighed, pulling me to a hug, "Aunt Jaime and Uncle Will. Ten minutes ago."
He explained the whole situation, about this toxic chemical. No one told me. The midterms were coming and they didn’t want to pressure me. That was 3 days ago, right after the mid terms. Now, their lives were taken away.
Of course, my parents funded my school. I didn't know what to do after that. My life was almost ruined. But I had the best friend who was there to support me, and his parents trusted me. They funded me.
I owe Tom. I owe all of them.
Although within every friendship lies a secret. Some secrets that are even too grave for the most trustworthy and unpredictable man on earth. Someone like Tommy. Something that would change every friendship, not knowing whether it would be building a new one or destroying the present. Something like, "I love you."
