CUBBY LOVE - MANxMAN

Chapitre Quatorze

JEROME

 

 

 

 

I didn’t know I had it in me.

Listening and dancing interpretively to a song with your name as the lyrics sounded a bit too self-pretentious and narcissitic the first time round but you couldn’t really help falling in love with it after a few replays.

Ingrid sure has wonderful taste in music.

How the hell have I not discovered this amazing songbird before?

“Who are you texting with?”

“None of your business, queer boy.”

“Wow, snappy much?”

She didn’t bother to reply back anymore. The person she’s been texting with since the last two hours was way more interesting than I could ever be. I was too lazy to even roll my eyes at her so I just focus back on enjoying the soothing, melodramatic song.

“I didn’t expect you would dig into this kind of music, Jer.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Usually you would rather listen to any of those Debussy or Schumann or Tchaikovsky masterpieces.”

“Are you implying something there?”

“Yeah, you’re twenty-five and you’re without a doubt, the most boring gay best friend any girl could ever ask for.” She gave me a quick glance with a pitiful shake of her gorgeous, raven-haired face then back to her phone screen. The entire eye-to-eye interaction only lasted probably less than ten seconds in total.

“I don’t have to adore Lana del Rey or Lady Gaga or The Scissor Sisters just to proclaim my sexuality, if that’s what you’re asking.” I gave a couldn’t-give-a-shit shrug of my shoulders and continued moving my body to the deep, soulful rhythm.

“No wonder you’re single since like forever.”

She was putting that rather too nicely, I guess. My last boyfriend was a freaking douchebag, lying and cheating and screwing some guys behind my back. I ended it with not-so-much on good terms with him three months ago.

“I don’t need a man to feel happy and complete and so should you.”

She finally decided to put down her phone on my bed and she lay on her tummy, her elbows flexed to anchor her upper body up while she crossed her ankles up as well. She would seem like your tyical goody-two-shoes, girl-next-door at first glance but once you get to know her better, she would knock your socks off with her fearless bravados and her non-stereotypical point of view on pretty much everything.

She always have a place in my heart as the wonderful Asian mafia girl, you really don’t want to mess with her. I love her to bits.

“I can choose to listen to other music too.”

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“I am not!”

“You so are. Denying it make it so much more obvious, honey.”

“Okay, maybe so.”

“Am I correct or am I right?”

I really love it when she pretended to sound like a stereotypical blonde, white Valley girl that would be the complete opposite no matter how much effort she put into it. It made the butterflies in my tummy flutter with glorious excitement.