Serious in Love ✔

10~ "Kinda like remixing an old song into a modern one."

10~ "Kinda like remixing an old song into a modern one."

« VANSH »

The upcoming Saturday, Irfan and I decided to drag our asses to explore Boston. More like, show me around. It was a promise Irfan made a long time ago when I confessed about not having explored the city. But that was before Lisa visited me. Anyway, we finally decided to meet this Saturday and visit 'The Freedom Trail.'

I was ecstatic because it was my first outing with an outsider at Boston. Irfan and I have been getting along quite well recently. Being a senior, he also guided me in my work sometimes. It was still annoying to hear his non- stop radio talk but I found him less bearable now. Kind of.

"We should head to the church first. It's the nearest spot from here," Irfan told me as we stood in front of the gates. Just then, his Android buzzed through and he answered, "Yo, where are you? We are standing just in front the sign board... Okay, hurry up."

I turned to him curious, "Someone else is coming too?"

He rubbed his nose, "Yeah. She wanted to explore this place as well but never took the time out of her weekends. Thought I should be a tourist guide for two people instead of one."

"She?" My face fell with realization. "Don't tell me it's her."

"That 'her' has a name you know. Good morning boys! Sorry to wreck your 'privacy' but try not to expand your dicks for today. I don't fancy being the third wheel." The devil known as Natasha made an appearance. She scurried over to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Instead, you, dear Irfan would be awkward third wheel today while I and my darling enjoy our date."

"Okay." he shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Okay?" I exaggerated, stepping away from her and turned to Irfan since it was no use talking to her. "I'm not okay with it! Why didn't you tell me about her before? I wouldn't have bothered to come."

"Why?"

"Why, you ask? Even 'why' wouldn't cover for what she had been doing for the past thirteen days." And thus I ranted about her mischiefs.

Instead of being a decent friend and sympathizing with me, he did the complete opposite. He laughed.

"O' hello, I'm not reciting a comedy skit here. I'm trying to tell you how I've been tortured and sexually harassed for the past-"

"Okay, hold your horses right there," Natasha interrupted, with a finger pointing up. "Sexual harassment? You're meaning to say my innuendoes and mind games was sexual harassment? Wow, you are even dumber than I thought."

I waved my hand, "That's it, I'm leaving."

"Who stopped you anyway? Oh, and do me a favor, dumbfuck. After your head cools down below the freezing point, ask yourself if I ever touched you inappropriately. You'll know your answer," She defended, crossing her arms.

"Vansh, oh, come on! And where are you heading...? Both of you, stop!" Irfan raised his voice, stopping us in our tracks. We turned to him, who was looking between the two of us, perplexed. "What are you doing? If you intended on leaving then why bother calling me? I sacrificed my weekend breakfast. You have no right to leave me now." What he did next was downright pathetic. He dragged my hand, walked to Natasha, and then grabbed her hand. He started moving, dragging us along like suitcases.

We protested but he paid no heed. "Does weekend breakfast means that much to him?"

"It's his first love," Natasha said then felt the need to add, "While Ziara is his second."