Dreamer

Chapter 03

Ming and Park knocks on Wayo's bedroom doot. The shorter boy opens it a crack, his face covered in a white mask. Park is dressed up, wearing a thin, black leather tie, and Ming has on a shiny leather jacket.

"I knew you're still awake, and uncle let us in so don't bother whining. Take that off your ugly face and dress up," explains Ming, regarding the unusual visit.

Wayo still doesn't know what his friend is talking about, and he's a little conscious at having Park see him in his current half-undressed, face-masked state. He eyes the boy curiously.

"You're coming to the dance with us, Ai'Yo! We're not staying long."

Ming barges in and makes a beeline for Wayo's walk-in closet, he casually opens drawers and cabinet doors with familiarity. His cousin following him inside and sitting himself on a couch near the bed.

Still standing shocked and confused by his door, Wayo calls after his friend, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Picking something for you to wear, idiot. You'll surely take five times longer if I let you choose what to wear. I can't afford to be late." Says Ming as he ruffles through the contents of a dresser, tossing clothes and socks everywhere.

Not really liking the idea of going to a dance, Wayo tries to protest again, "I haven't washed my hair or anything."

"You're not a girl Ai'Yo, surely it won't take forever to fix your hair up, there's no need to color it or anything." Ming counters his bestfriend's protest too swiftly. "Besides, it's not like you have a date or something, you're going with us."

Wayo trumps back inside and rolls on his bed, defeat crushing over him. He's not really looking forward to seeing middle and high schoolers dance all night. A pillow smacks his back and jolts him upright. "Get up, idiot. Don't make me dress you up." Ming really is in a hurry, and Park just observes the two banter for three more minutes.

"You guys are boring." Park finally says.

Ming was in the process of pulling a shirt over Wayo's head, forcing the other to make a move. "Just sit right there, cus, I got this," he says to park, and then to Wayo, "Hurry up, you idiot. You're boyfriend's gonna be there."

Wayo pics a belt and lunges for Ming's neck, strangling his friend. "How many times do I have to tell you, he's not my boyfriend?" The shorter boy feels more embarrassed with Park around.

"Okay, okay. Geez Yo, you really gonna kill just like that. I was just teasing." He steps away from the dresser and let's his friend attend to himself. "Go on, we're waiting." Wayo saunters into the walk-in closet and two minutes later comes back out dressed in a blue jacket over a pink shirt, high cuts and skinny jeans.

"Let's get this over with." He murmurs as he head to the door, the two others following him not a second later.

Wayo doesn't like the crowd that much, and dances like this spells too much trouble for him. Not only because it's night time and there's bound to be sleepy heads around, but because it's a dance in general. He doesn't get the point of this event. He doesn't even know why there's a dance in the first place, and finally whispers to his friend to ask.

"What is Park doing here? I thought this was our school's event? Don't tell me he transferred?"

"Seriously, Yo? Do you really not pay attention?"

"Please just tell me."

"It's a welcoming party for the delegations." Wayo looks even more confused. "The inter-school meet." Ming says, as if it's supposed to mean anything, shaking his head at his friend's ignorance.