North Star Boys

Chapter 6: The Explanation

I didn't wake up until sometime around two. It was a pretty late night with the Meet and Greet. I stayed in bed while checking my phone. I scrolled through my Instagram. There were multiple posts that I was tagged in from last night. Twitter had blown up with the #nsbmeetNgreet. I posted a good morning snap on my story. Then I checked out some Tiktoks until Oliver sent me an individual text. Can we talk? He must've seen my story. The anger doesn't feel so hot anymore. I miss my brother. So I quickly hop in the shower before throwing on a pair of ripped jeans and a black MoyArmy hoodie. By this time, Oliver had sent me another text. We can try to find some boba if that'll help. It's been a while since we've been to New York but I'd be down for boba. I open the door and find my brother in the guest room of the Liang house with Regie. I just stood in the doorway without saying a word. My brother saw me and took that as my answer. He grabbed his wallet and we left the house.

The walk was awkwardly quiet at first. I guess he was waiting for boba in hopes to lessen the tension that had grown. The last time we fought this bad was when I pranked him by breaking his phone. After walking around for a few blocks, we turned a corner and finally found a boba place. Boba Utopia was a cute little shop. It has pictures of the different flavors on the windows. It's a sit-in with a lower sitting and an upstairs sitting. I decided to try a mango milk tea and Oliver chose a black milk tea. We settled into a booth near the back corner and sat opposite each other. 

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oliver.moy and sebastian_moy  New York boba hits different

username That looks so good

        [reply] username Really? I've never had boba.

lildarbear I can not believe you went for boba without me.

          [reply] kaneratan This means peace is restored, right?

Neither of us said anything for a hot minute. "I'm sorry for how I handled things," my brother started. "I should've been more considerate of how it might affect you."

"I shouldn't have reacted the way I did either," I gave him no indication of jealousy or brokenheartedness because there was none. 

"Nothing is going on with me and Dylan. I can guarantee that," he reassures me. "I helped her put together her tour. She also needs someone to open for her..." He drags that last sentence out. 

"She asked you?" Oliver nodded. "Oli, that's huge!" I sit up straight. "When is it?" He says that it's tonight. 

"Seb, there's something else that you should know," my brother is hesitant. "Caden and Dylan live in LA now." We are looking to move that way next. It's about a four hour drive from where we live now. That's when I piece together that Oliver had gone to see them without me on the day that he disappeared for hours. I ask Oli why he didn't tell me. "Dude, you were depressed for a month after the breakup even though it was mutual. I had to do your videos for you." I remember filming a video with Oliver and a friend of his. It was a Q&A but by the end of the video I was just laying on the bed while Oliver asked the questions. "She hasn't dated anyone since," he says this casually but doesn't look at me. It's been four years. I go on my phone and type in dylan conrique tour new york concert. Seven-thirty. It's four-fifteen now. I practically push Oli out of the boba shop. He has a soundcheck to go to. "Sebastian! I haven't even chosen the songs. I haven't recorded anything in years."