Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 45: Reawaken Childhood Dreams 2 POVs: Aloof

In class, the hours seemed to drag on as we discussed our future prospects. The atmosphere was laid-back, with presentations on various jobs we could take up for community service or quick money. The subject made me ponder my own future, and I found myself in no hurry to confront it.

As the day drew to a close, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, brushing against my legs. My shorts provided minimal protection, and I couldn't help but lament the upcoming cold. I sighed, discussing my feelings with my friend as we walked towards his house.

"I don't know, P," I began, my voice tinged with frustration. "I think maybe she's jealous and shit? Because I'm like the only person she can't have."

He listened patiently before responding, "I think everyone's got a problem with you, mujeriego." (Womaniser) I chuckled, looking up at the setting sun.

"And she needs to take it up with me, not pull this fussy BS," I muttered, kicking a rock along the street. He nodded in agreement.

Suddenly an idea washed over me, I turn to him "Hey, do you remember the Inferno?" I playfully nudged him. He gasped and then burst into laughter. "Jesus, that was ages ago," he exclaimed, throwing his head back in reminiscence. I nodded, a nostalgic smile playing on my lips.

"How did it go, 'I just wanna stay in the sun'?" I sang a line from one of our old songs. He squirmed in embarrassment, and I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "Admit it, we had potential," I teased, to which he responded with a snort and a playful insult.

"Sure, loser," he remarked as he unlocked the door, and we stepped inside his warm and inviting house, we were enveloped in the warmth of his family's welcome. After greeting them, we made our way upstairs. He flopped onto his bed, while I settled into his spinning chair, relishing the familiar comfort. I didn't have a chair like this at home, so I enjoyed a few twirls as I hummed the tune of our old band's song.

"That band was fire, you have to agree," I said, and he nodded, almost dozing off.

I inquired if he was tired, and he replied, "I'm just really high." I arched an eyebrow, letting his admission pass. My thoughts shifted to songwriting, and I voiced the idea aloud.

"Maybe I'll try songwriting. Can you make a career out of that, right?" I mused. He sighed, clearly surprised by this new career consideration.

"Since when was this a career consideration?" he muttered, and I shrugged.

"Just thinking. Say if we were to make a band or something, just for fun, right?" I suggested, and he acquiesced with a tired "Sure, whatever you want" before drifting off to sleep.

A lull descended upon the room, and I called his name several times. He was out cold, and I groaned in frustration. Boredom soon got the best of me, and I decided to look through a notebook on his desk. As I flipped through its pages, my thoughts began to flow, and I started scribbling down ideas.

Before I knew it, I had some material for my musings. As I prepared to close the notebook, something caught my eye...

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Perez and James fucked? I closed my door quietly, a scoff escaping my lips. Shock washed over me. All this time, I believed they were adversaries, perhaps begrudgingly tolerating each other's presence. Yet, Perez was drawing James like one of his French girls. The revelation left me pondering - how could I leverage P's dirty little secret to my advantage?

It was a game I contemplated playing, but not at this moment. I had torn the pages of my lyrics from his notebook, pinning them casually on the fridge. For now, I just wanted to unwind, so I sank into the couch, gazing into the abyss. My phone buzzed, Stephen's name flashing on the screen.