I'm inlove with my Gay Friend.

Getting to know Mr. Annoying

'So... What's your preference? Pool or beach?'

'I'm sorry?'

'You don't need to apologize. I'm just asking you a question.'

'Ha ha ha ha.'

I let out a sarcastic laugh and rolled my eyes.

'So, you're mean. Feisty.'
'Why are you doing this? I told you I don't want to talk to strangers.'

He took a deep breath and stopped the car. He looked at me with patient eyes.

'Okay. '

He sighed. Looked at the at the window on his left side then gave me a look that he seemed annoyed.

'I'm not a stranger. You already know my information. I gave you my ID so you can verify if I'm telling the truth or not. I want us to be friends...'

'Why?'

'Because...'

'What?! I looked naive? Gullible? Say it! Know what? I don't want to know you! Or any other people in this town! I wanna be alone. I wanna be with my "Real Friends!" I don't want to hang out with any guy that I just bumped from a local diner..."

Before I could continue my rant, he held his two fingers to my mouth so I can shut up and let out a small laugh. He nods. I don't know what's that nod for but I don't care. I'm tired.

" Where's that coming from? I don't think that you are naive nor gullible. Don't think that way. I have reasons...'

'What's that?'

'Don't cut me off...Okay. You are the only girl in this town that doesn't look like a creepy stalker. You are the only girl who doesn't look at me obsessively...'

'Why would I be obssessed?... with you?'

'Exactly my point! So... That's basically the reasons why I would want to get close to you. Not because you are like this and that. I'm not that kind of person. I am no stranger. I have introduced myself to you a lot of times. You have my ID....'

He stopped talking and took out his iPhone and placed a call. To my surprise! My phone rang. OMG!!! How did he...?

'And yes, I have your number. Don't think that I got your number because I have a great 'stalking skills'. No. I got it from your dad. He said it would be handy since he knows that you have the tendency to roam around a new place.'

I smiled. At last.

He noticed that I did and smiled too.
What a weirdo!

'So...'
'You can call me Renz. Or just baby. I prefer that we have a pet name for each other.'

'Why?'

'First, I have a feeling that you are an innocent one and you have a cute face that doesn't seem to age. So yeah, I'll call you my baby.'

'If so? Why would I call you with the same thing?'

'Becaaausssee... I will be your baby too.'
'Ahh.'
He let out a small laugh and started the car.

'Do you go to school?' I asked. Of course I have to know him better.

' Yes, I do. In fact, I'm on my last year in college.'

'Mmmmmm. What school?'

'Rose Town Community College. I'm taking up Film making and Photography.'

'I see. Do you play any sport?'

'I do. I play basketball and I am a varsity player for football.'

'You are a self-proclaimed popular guy. Why is that?'