"Dude, you seriously need to get a phone."
Cyane gave him a tight lip smile.
"I'm surviving without one."
Brandon rolled his eyes, smacking him palm into his head.
"The fuck, man?"
"Do you know the torture I've to go through everyday just to talk to you?"
"As if I get to talk to you anymore." He added when Cyane didn't reply instantly.
"And phone is created with one sole purpose, which is to..."
"You don't have to give me a lecture about cellphone, Brandon." He cut him off, in a tone that was sharper than the swish knife.
A flash of hurt crossed his face but it disappeared as quickly as it shown.
"What the hell is wrong with you, huh?" He mocked, cleverly covering up his emotion. "Not cool enough to talk to us anymore?"
"What do you mean?" He answered.
"There's a certain people who need to talk you, you know. Or maybe they just need you."
"I have a life." He threw his last reply coldly before walking away without sparing one last glance at his best friend.
"Goddamnit." Brandon exhaled.
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Wild Risk
Short Story"I...I like you." Had the both of them have the courage to take the W I L D step and omit all the R I S K in between them... Copyright 2015 By Angie All Right Reserved
