sublime [2]

[16] let's be drunk together!

another concert, another hotel. this was routine, and, to be honest, it wasn't the best one.

i fucking hated not being able to just stay home and chill for a bit. i missed it so much.

it had been one week since i last talked to lana and two since i last talked to diego. that shit fucked my head up.

as soon as i got out of the venue i got my phone and looked for lana's number. she didn't pick up, though. i looked at the time and it was late. she was probably sleeping.

i then took a deep breath when i saw diego's contact. we needed to talk if we wanted this relationship to keep going. i clicked it and it started ringing.

"hi." his voice sounded low again. "how are you?" not as bad as last time.

"eh... depending on what section of my life we're talking about..." i take a deep breath. "but i guess i'm good. how are you?"

"i'm great." i waited, as if i hoped he'd say something else, telling me how his day was or that he misses me... but he didn't say any of those.

"well... that's good. what you up to?"

"nothing much. been basically living in the studio and shit. i guess i know the answer but what are you up to?"

"i've been pretty busy as well..." i let a sigh out of my mouth. "do you miss me?" i didn't really think through what i was saying. it was so... involuntary.

"of course." this was the driest 'of course' i've ever heard. "why are you asking that?"

"i don't know... you just don't seem to do."

"are you serious?" he giggled, sarcastically. "and do you seem to miss me? do you show me you miss me, while you're with your ex?"

"what?!"

"what? did you expect me to be showing you love, while all you do is be around your loving ex? i'm really not dumb, kota. i'm not gonna be giving you love and be deceived." did he go mad? i'm really confused right now.

"diego? are you alright? cause you definitely don't seem to be."

"ah, sure." he said sighing.

"so you're just gonna put all the blame on me? just as i haven't done that you also haven't. we're both wrong!"

"the only difference is that i'm not sleeping next door to my ex, and then going out to pubs with them. while you are. you see the damn difference?" that's really fucked up. they were on good terms, diego knows that me and skies are friends by now.

"what the fuck, diego? you know me and skies are friends, and you certainly know i'm here for fucking business!" i raised my voice level. "i didn't come with him to fuck him! i came to work! we agreed on this!"