Being Next to You

Chapter 45: gelatin

This is not— suppose to be a night club.

Sighs.

They're sure taking their time...

"Harrison..."

"Yeah, pal?"

"Are you hungry?"

"No. Are you?"

"I'm hungry..."

My stomach was rumbling.

"Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

"Yes, please. Sorry, Harrison."

"Don't worry about it. Stay there, while I get some food, 'Kay?"

"Okay..."

Harrison left...

My chest suddenly feels tight...?

"For a second there... He sounds just like him—"

Who am I kidding? Yet, it did not fade.

Five minutes later, the two of us were eating.

"Their food portions are so small. It's not enough to fill up my stomach, but I'm too embarrasses to go back and get some more... Sorry, pal..."

"It's fine. At least the food taste great. Though, I've never expect Camille will have this kind of party. It's clearly a night club with a drinking bar, and just — a few... musicians performing." I drink my cup. "I'm afraid when my mom finds out that I went to this kind of place, she'll kill me."

"Hmm... So, your mom also do those stuff, huh? How about your doting brother, pal?"

"Don't worry about him. He may be doting, but my best brother never expects me that I can hangout with my friends, not even dating, Harrison."

"Seriously, you're cruel, pal— Want some fruits? I took it from the desserts earlier," Harrison offered.

"Thanks.." I ate a spoon full. "It's yummy."

"Really? I'm not really into gelatin base."

"Want a bite?" I took a spoon full again, and then, Harrison took a bite of it.

"How does it taste like?" I asked. His face was reddening. "Kinda weird," he answered, still chewing.

"How weird?" I asked.

"Can't really tell," he replied, then finally swallowed. "I guess we have different taste buds."

"Okay. Then, can I have yours?" Pointing to his fruit gelatin. And, "Help yourself," he said. He was slightly taller than I am, and it felt weird.

"Did you got taller again?" I spurted out, and he was startled...? "Lucky," he said, fidgeting his own hair as his spectacles reflected to the spotlights.

Terence arrived.

"Welcome back," I greeted, then I saw them along; Angelo Garcia, James Carlos Collins, and Dewart Lewis.

"It's been a while," I smiled. I know I was. Angelo smiled too, I still like his pale skin color and light blonde hair. He used to look feminine before, but now, he's a guy.

He smiled warmly, You look pretty tonight," he said, and I was glad. JC still has a camera with him— he was filming. "Indeed. You look super cute," he franked. It was clearly that JC was hitting Dewey, who looks uninterested.

"Am I pretty?" I grinned, closing up to Dewey. And he was staring, "Your chest didn't grow that much," he blunted. I look at my chest, it's not flat nor big nor just right neither. "I see," I mumbled. "Are you okay, Rina?" Terence suddenly became concerned. I nodded, "Yeah. I'm okay, why?" I asked.

"Just asking," he replied.

"Hey, do you some medicine with you?" Harrison asked Terence, looking unwell. "My head hurts with all the lights..," he groans.

"Maybe later. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm getting hungry."

"They serve food so little, you know," said Harrison.

"Well, that's disappointing," Terence reacted. "Do you want you want to come with me?" He asked the trio.

"Sorry, but I'll stay here. Angie, sorry, can you get me my portion? I also don't feel so good," said Dewey. And Angie didn't seem to mind, and they're gone.

I still have some gelatin. I took small bites, and chew it slowly. Glancing at Dewey, I knew what was going to his head. I said "Liar" to his face.

"What?" He sounds dumb.

I giggled. "You were lying to Angie earlier that you felt sick," I pointed to his face.

"I said I wasn't feeling good..," he corrected me, but still the same.

Harrison was a bit silent. "You, okay?" I asked him. I was right on the middle between the two of this guys. He smiled at me with a bothering look on his face. "My head hurts...," he whispered, but I don't have any medicine with me. All I have is this gelatin, I offered him. "Do you want some?" I asked, and his face obviously tells me that he doesn't want to...

Dewey laughed wholeheartedly— he was watching everything. He simply cracked, and I simply stepped on his foot.