Lost Stars

Chapter Eleven

I was on the driver's seat when we headed home since Allen was in a ecstatic hangover. He is repeatedly telling me what he felt and what he was shouting while he was in mid-air. I looked at him and he looks like a kid who just learned how to ride a bike.

"It was really exciting! Did you see me? Did you? God that was fun! I can't believe I'm still alive right now! I was flying Hansel! Like Peter Pan!" He said then kissed me all over my face like a little dog, I have to hit the break to avoid accident.

"You're crazy!" I said. He is holding my face with both of his palms.

"Yes! Yes! I am! When can we do that again?" He asked but still continued to smooch my face.

"Immediately after you stop what you are doing." I replied. He stopped but his hands remained where they are.

"You're kidding me." He laughed. I like him more when he laughs like this, I like it most because it's me who made him happy. I smiled.

"You just conquered your fear Allen Keith. Congratulations."

"It wasn't really like that. I mean, I'm not the extrovert kind. An empty canvas, pencil, and my mind is enough to get me through the day, doing something like bungee jumping is out of my league." He explained.

"Allen, I can't feel my face." I said and I remove his hands from my cheeks.

"But thanks, I mean it's a new experience Hansel, and I'm glad I am with you. I'm always glad when I'm with you." He was giggling while fixing my hair, tugged it behind my ears and kissed me on my forehead.

I felt like saying how happy I am for making this weekend unforgettable for both of us. I was about to open my mouth when my phone rang.

"Shoot it's dad!" I said after checking my mobile.

"Should we buy dinner?" He asked nervous.

"He probably done cooking dinner. He likes to cook for me, after I told him that he never find time doing that when I was a kid." I said and smiled.

"Okay, then what should we bring? Give me something here Hansel." He was panicking.

"Relax. I'll call him back first." I replied and dialed his number. He answered on the very first ring.

"Where are you now? Are you done?" He asked.

"On my way, you home now?"

"Yes, I'm cooking dinner. What time you'll arrive?"

"Maybe an hour. You want me to bring something for you?"

"Champagne. A good one." He answered.

"Okay. See you soon. Dad, I want you to meet someone. He's with me now." I informed him.

"Who?" He's surprised.

"The supposed to be recipient of my wrong text to you." I glanced at Allen, his eyebrows met after he heard what I said.

"He surely is someone I should meet. Okay. See you soon." I wonder if his tone of voice is excited or something is behind it.

After I hang up, Allen was waiting for me to explain about what I've said.

"I sent a wrong message to my dad." I said.

"It's for me? What's it about?" He asked.

I threw my phone to him and hit the ignition. I focused on the road while he was reading because I am a little uncomfortable on what he'll be thinking about it. I was drunk and irrational and melodramatic and talking about it now that I'm sober isn't a really nice topic at all.