Fantasy Pills

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter Two

I unpack my newly bought plastic of chicken lollipops and covered it in fine crumbs of breading. Then I deep fry the chickens as I listened to the radio. A mellow song comes on. The song was sung by a female artist. It may perharps came in late 2050's since you can recognize it from how it sounded. The song is about a woman expressing her passionate love to her companion. Well, perfect song.

Neon came in the kitchen. He was still wearing the same clothes earlier, a sign that he hasn't taken a bath yet. He opened the refrigerator and pour some water on his glass. After drinking his water, he then left it in the sink and he stared at me with his why-are-you-looking-at-me stare. I come near him and hold his hand then he came staring at my hand as if it's the first time I held his hand so tightly. "How was your day?" I asked. Merely, I want to start a conversation.

"It was goddamn TV-less." He said in frustration. He's boiling with anger yet I still find time to giggle at it.

"You won't need it anyway." I said, making hints about our anniversary in case he has forgotten.

"Why? Are we getting a new television?" He asked then I shook. He turned around and scratched his head. He turned around with eyebrows near to each other, "Where is the remote control?!" He asked in an anger manner.

I grinned. I am trying hard to persuade him or seduce him. "In my pockets, Neon." I said with a tone of an innocent teenager. I'm not expecting a lovely poem, a dozen roses, or a wine and dine. Neon would be enough for me. Neon would be more than satisfying.

He kneeled and searched my pockets for the remote control. As he searched, I release soft moans. But the truth is, the remote control wasn't really in my pockets. I threw it in the couch before entering the kitchen. He stopped searching and hold my hips tightly. Annoyingly, he looked at me. "Can you stop acting like a goat?! I'm only touching you because of the remote control!"

I petted his hair like I was petting some dog's fur. My hands turn to his jaw as I try to uplift him from kneeling. Then I kissed him at his refined lips. Then came his forehead. Lastly, I kiss roughly his neck as I try to leave a mark on it as he still look at me without a single excitement on his face. I hugged him so tightly in a teasing manner. I brushed my fingers from his hard chest up to his nose. I whispered at him, "Come... with me."

I hold his hand and direct him to the living room. Then I lay down at the couch with the remote control behind me. "Neon!" I called his name. "Neon, who's wild like a lion and I'm happily stuck with him in our dungeon."

"Where's the goddamn remote?!"

"Well, you've got to deal with me first before your prize."

I pulled him making him lay down on me. He kissed my nose then he paused. I am purely cliff-hanged. I was surprised because he wasn't like this. But the next action surprised me even more.

He pushed me out of the couch so that he could get the remote control. As I fall, it followed a huge boogsh. Laying on the couch while seducing him? Choice. Pushed to the fall and lie down at the floor? Misleading destiny. He turned on the TV and he watched the afternoon news. That's how I gave up. That's how I lose hope on getting a present in our anniversary. But the unlucky day doesn't end there. A smell of something burnt roamed the house and when I reached the kitchen, 4 chicken lollipops were burnt and burnt.

I covered our dining table with the finest wool of our table clothing. The chicken lollipops were served. But the menu doesn't end there, there were also Caesar salad and Corn soup. The cookies baked earlier were also served as desserts. Our drinks would be Chocolate wine. I purposedly served all the dishes with a letter starting in letter C and my reason is well, unknown. I set the candles yet it has no fire but I reserved the lighting of the candle ceremonies to be the grand finale of this preparation.

"Dinner's ready, Neon!" I called him. He entered the dining room. He was surprised from how today's dinner looked like. Slowly, he sat on his chair.

Red, act like you haven't forgiven him and be bitchy yet classy as you can be to make him realize his recent short comings.

"It's your birthday?" He asked.

I answered him in my serious tone, "Nope. It's just our anniversary."

"It's our anniversary?"

I rolled my eyes as he was dumb-founded. I was disappointed yet angered at him for not remembering our special date. It's like a birthday but not for me nor his, but for us.

I stood up and reached at the lighter in my pocket. I flickered it near at the candle's tail but no flame came out. I flickered it again but still there wasn't any flame coming out. Wow, thank you lighter for ruining such momentum. I paused for seconds, thinking there might be other alternative aside of using rocks. Then there came a light bulb moment when I remember that I have a box of match hidden in the oak cabinet. I walked towards the cabinet.

But words of Neon came out. Words that is warning me to not get closer to the cabinet. "Red, stop! I'll be the one to get it!" He said as he stop me by holding my hands. But anger overpowered me as I took force at his hand. I opened the cabinet but no matches surprised me. But a single paper with letters in it welcomed me with bolded words, 'WAIVER AGREEMENT'.

WAIVER AGREEMENT

I, Neon Silva, certify that I am a current test subject for the improvement of the Fantasy Pill, in good health, and that my guardian is aware of this decision of mine. I assume and agree to hold harmless Neo-Wisdom, its staff, researchers, or any other person, firm or corporation from any claims directly and indirectly resulting from participating the project under the auspices of Neo-Wisdom. I fully understand the scopes of this project and I voluntarily signed this form

Date signed: March 14, 2281

Out of my myself, I slapped him on his cheek. A tear dropped from my eye as I look at him furiously yet confused, "Since when? And how?"