L A T E R A F T E R N O O N
Samlone's POV
"We should've let your best friend join us eat together and she may have treat us lunch." Calvin uttered.
"Huh, you wish, Calvin." Really, he has no idea of how CJ would react when she hear what he said. I have this best friend, who loves the state of being treated most especially with foods.
You can count with your fingers the times she treats me. It's because, I never allowed her in the first place. Maybe that's why she got used to it.
After eating together earlier at cafeteria, Calvin insisted to walk me home. He should be grateful I didn't brought my Jules (it's the name I gave my motorbike) so we have a lot of time to talk about random stuff. Actually, we already threw serious conversation earlier, but then I guess series of questions weren't enough for-- him?
"So, would you care to share stories behind that night?" Calvin asked with persistence.
"Why does it matter? That's senseless."
"Ouch-- my feelings hurt."
"I mean, why does it bother you that much, Cal?-- *sighs* okay, what do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"Seriously? How would I know where to start? Everything's a bit general--"
"Okay, then tell me anything."
"*Sighs* okay, first, the moment we met, wasn't really the start. It's only the second part of ev-er-y-thing."
"I have worse family set-up. Having two wicked stepsisters, was the worst nightmare ever." I added.
"But then I guess I consider myself lucky to receive an unconditional love from my beloved handsomest father. He started to work abroad after my mother died (just before he elope with some strange woman from the internet), so we barely have time to communicate, and definitely I'm sad and devastated that time." I waited for him to respond, yet he throw me a stare, a signal for me to continue my story.
"Actually, I have every reason to curse my life. It's my dream that gives me will to live." I added, then he interrupted by asking a question.
"And what dream is that which seems to be so powerful to sustain a living?" He asked as if he's mocking me.
"A college degree." I earnestly stated.
"Wow, a college girl, huh." He teasingly said.
"I'm planning to be a certified public accountant in the near future. And at the same time, I'll probably pursue music industry."
"Music industry?! Well, we'll probably form a band together." I witnessed the astonishment in his eyes as he heard the word Music, at the same time, the excitement in his voice.
"Sounds a bit of confidence, huh." Plain answer for his joyful invite.
"Why, Sam? Don't you want to join my band?" A sudden sadness filled the atmosphere. It's not that I don't want to be his band mate . In fact, I love the idea of singing my own compositions with him. But, it's way more complicated than it sounds.
"Of course I'm a bit interested too but, unfortunately, I already have a band where I play guitar. I also do vocals too." I modestly stated in return to enlighten the mood.
"I got you, in fact I think it's not really our time to build a band together. I believe leaving yours is as hard as leaving Symphony Jam too."
A moment of silence reigns. Then suddenly I decided to break it.
"Ahm, so, I guess we're on the same track, Cal. Mind if I ask you, when did you start to join-- I bet Sympathy Jam's the name?" I asked pretentiously unsure.
"You're unbelievable*chuckles* really, I thought you were listening." A huge sadness plastered on his face.
"I did listening thoroughly, didn't I? I knew it was Sympathy Jam's the band you were in."
"It's fvckin' Symphony Jam, Sam!" He blissfully shouted after my sentence. "It rhymes your name, Sam, Jam?"
And so I delightedly spoken to lighten the ambiance, "Of course it's Symphony Jam, I knew it at first. I'm just trying to piss you off."
"Hell yeah! You know what? Since you made me ruffled, you owe me a night."
"And how sure are you that I might be considering an invite from you, again, Morrison?" A mocking question I gave him.
"I'm not sure, but then joining me eat lunch earlier is a quite enough piece of evidence that proves you appreciate my presence and might have wished for more." He disdainfully answered.
"Holy chesty, Calvin. You're too much proud of yourself, aren't you?"
"No, Beige. Seriously, I just wanna be with you every minute. After that night, I always wanted to see your face from time to time. It seems like, I was obliged to make reasons to be with you." I didn't say a word and curiously stare at his face instead.
"--as a friend, Beige. Being your best friend." I realized that we're already standing in front our gate, so my plan of hearing everything he says to please me was spoiled.
"Okay. No more drama. Later at seven. I'll wait you here." Just in time I saw how his awkward smiles turned into quite happiness in split seconds after I compromised.
"Okay, sure! Bye." He said between his segmented breathing and nods.
"Bye, Calvin." I threw a smile as I was entering the gate.
Then I stand and lean on the main door watching Calvin walking away from me. As I was going inside, I heard him glee as if he won the lottery.
Okay, weird.
It was easy for me to enter our house for I don't see my sisters in there.
After climbing on the long staircase, I reached my room. I gently hold the knob and open my door. I cannot help to think how fast it was from that night Calvin and I met. Every words he said circulates in my mind.
Seems like the feeling is mutual.
Taking a nap before going inside the shower room to bathe myself and eventually, after drying my hair, I fell asleep.
