Invisible

Chapter 55

"You seemed pissed, what's happened?" he asked me and turned to look at me. I turned away, hating to look at his small Korean-like eyes. I know in myself that if I look at those eyes, I might as well end up crawling back to him. Okay, well that was exaggerated.

"Our schedule in here is altered, saying we'll be getting a little extend of stay in the place, so I was pissed." I said with a groan.

"Why?" he asked once again. "I mean, don't you love it here?"

No because almost everything in here reminds me of my past with you and it sucks, you know? I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying that. I snickered. "I never liked it here in the first place," I told him, "And my hate for this country just doubled for what happened before." I said and almost glared at Darren.

His face turned soft and I never saw Darren look so vulnerable even when we were still friends, not even when we were together. "Sorry," he mumbles.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance towards him and towards the continuous forming of headache. "It's okay, you just asked and I just answered." I told him.

"No, not that," he says, "I mean, I'm sorry for what I have done to you. To us," he finishes and my heart pounds in my chest although I don't know what is going on and what I am feeling right after I heard him say that.

"I know it's too late to say sorry and try to fix everything up," he says and I was dumbfounded in my position. "I know that I am too late to try to settle things between you and I. I know that everything is too late for everything that I am doing right now, but I just want you to know that I still..."

Tell me you still love me, Darren. A part of me wished that he would say that he still loves me, although it would too surreal to happen. He is with someone and as if the odds are trying to play with me, that someone was my half sister. It would be somehow too impossible for him to say that he still loves me. I don't even know why I am praying for him to say it.

"You still what?" I pushed.

"I still..." he stammered and his hands fumbled with each other, a sign that says that he was nervous. "I still... I still want to be friends with you. Yes, I still want to be friends w-with you. Just like before," he stammers at the middle. A part of me felt relieved, but another part of me was disappointed and was asking for more.

"Oh," was all I said.

"I mean, no I was wrong! I..." he rambles, "I mean, I want to be friends with you again. Maybe not as close as we used to be, but maybe you know, just friends." He finishes and I finally found the gut to turn and look at him in the eyes. Somehow, I was sure he wished that he could say something more. I know Darren well too much. I know he suffers in the best case of cluttering and with that case, he cannot say everything that is in his head.

"O-okay," I shakily replied.

"Okay?" he asked me again, as if he just misheard me. "You mean, okay yes, or okay no?"

"Yes, Darren, I will be friends with you." I told him.

The sudden bright change on Darren's face was priceless. "Really?" he asked me again.

"Darren, one more question from you and I would kill you," I told him jokingly. "Take it from me, yes, we're friends. Okay? Now shut up because your questions are so annoying and I have a killer headache right now."

He does what I said so and I was glad he did. I just can't believe the sudden turn of dealings that's happening. Better yet, I just can't believe that I am friends with my ex boyfriend.

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"Never have I ever kissed a same sex." Darren states. Right now, we were still in the house. Darren claims that since we were friends, maybe we were allowed to play some sort of stupid game named NEVER HAVE I EVER in my house. With his statement, I downed my shot glass full with liquor.

His eyebrows furrowed at me. "It was with Parry, in a truth or dare." I explained myself. "Never have I ever got arrested."

"Never have I ever done a prank to anyone I know." he says and I down a shot glass. "Okay, this game seems to show off the inner you." He laughs and I join him.

"I did a prank once to the twins in the band." I said and recalled the time I did a stupid prank to my friends. "I put flour on their hair blower. So after they tried to power up the blower, they looked like their faces had a good swim in a pool of flour." He laughs at my sharing and so did I. "Okay, well, never have I ever swam in a sea or even stream."

Darren downs a shot glass and winces at the kick of the liquor in his system. It was apparent that until now, he was still not used to the strong power liquors can cause. "It was when the rest of the contestants in The Voice got an outing before," he says. "Never have I ever tried to steal."

I downed a shot glass. "Again, it was in a truth or dare," I explained when he gave me a complaining look. "Never have I ever gotten laid," I said and realized I need to give it a little paraphrasing, "Well, at least after you, I never did that." I said.

He didn't down his shot glass and made me wonder. "Athena and I never did that," he answers my unspoken conjecture. "And I don't plan on ever doing it with her,"

I huff my laughter. "Why not?" I ask him, "Don't your hormones wake up when you see her? I mean, even though I hate her, there's no doubt she's morbidly sexy." I told him and he laughs. "My friend who's bisexual, Grace, was really jealous when she realized that she was taken by you. I have a feeling that after this, Grace won't claim she's bi but a total lesbian because of my half sister."

He laughs at the unexpected sharing about my friend's sexuality. "I don't know, I just don't want to get laid with her." He opens and I found my cheeks lowly flaring. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol I've been taking or because of Darren's open up situation about his sex life with his girlfriend. "So congratulations, you still hold the record of having me completely."

My heart leaped in my chest and I have the feeling that there is this small possibility that Darren can hear my killer heart beat. "Well, t-thank you for the record, then." I tried to laugh but end up having a total shaky one.

He smiles at me. "I guess we've been playing long enough." He says. "We kind of lost track of time. It's a little dark outside."

"Nicole—" Parry's voice was in earshot and suddenly she was by the entrance to the dining place where Darren and I are playing. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" she asked, her eyes nearly bulging out of her sockets.

"Hi," Darren says in a total flat tone, "Don't worry we were just playing and I'm on my way home anyway." he says to Parry who remains at the entrance of the dining. As Darren said it, he stood up and bid us good bye before leaving the house. When Parry was sure that Darren was out of earshot, she spoke. "Care to explain that to me?"

I rolled my eyes. "We were playing, Parry." I told her. "So how was your day with Karlos?" I asked her, hoping that the light would be diverted away from me. "Did you meet his uncle? Giovanni is an amazing man, isn't he?"

She rolled her eyes and I sighed. It was just an indication that she wasn't buying my attempt of taking the attention from me. "Okay, well I had a good time with Karlos and by the looks of it, I think you had a good day as well with Darren. I can see that."

My cheeks flare when I realized she was already making fun of me. "Shut up Parry," I told her laughingly and went to set the shot glasses to the sink. "We're friends, nothing's wrong with that."

"Yeah, okay, fine," she continues laughing. "Just saying that you guys started as friends before, too before being in a relationship. I'm just a little worried that you might be in the same cycle again, and end up with the same ending as before,"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Parry narrowed her eyes to me, her seriousness screaming volumes to my direction, "Let's just say that not all sequels to the prequels ends up having a happy ending,"

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