JossBas: Is It Really Meant to Be?

Chapter 11

A/N: I am introducing a new character in this fan fiction. I had to give the new character a face so I chose the image of Thai actor Frank Thanatsaran. Just a reminder to my readers, this is a fan fiction so the events in this story never happened.

Also, the image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Joss' POV

I stood up from my table. I knew that I could not stay a minute longer inside the pub with all the other customers staring at me.

I told the waiter to cancel my order of two more bottles of beer, gave him a generous tip, and then hurried out of the pub.

I got into my car, revved the engine, and drove back to my condo unit, keeping my fingers crossed that I would not crash my car and end up on a hospital bed just like Gxxod.

Inside my condo I punched the wall in my living area so hard that it made the TV set vibrate in its position.

I knew that I would be nursing some swollen knuckles in the morning. Right now my hand just felt numb.

I slumped on to my couch that was facing the TV set and pressed the remote control, dreading to watch a re-run of the evening news.

While some commercial was in progress I stood up and took out a bottle of beer from my fridge. I finished it up in a few gulps and took out another bottle.

Another commercial went on the screen that barely registered in my brain. I heard my phone ringing with a generic ringtone. I fished my phone out of my pocket and saw an unfamiliar number running through my screen.

I normally do not take calls from unknown callers. I just let the call go to my voicemail and if it was an important call, the caller would usually leave a message.

After the call ended, I received a notification of a voicemail message but I was not inclined to check the message at the moment.

Right now I was focused on waiting for a re-run of the evening news.

Sure enough, after the last commercial, a footage of Gxxod being carried in a stretcher into the ER of the Bangkok General Hospital was being shown on the screen.

I stiffened up and stopped drinking my beer when I saw Bas and Kimmon on the TV screen once more.

I didn't pay attention to the other questions being asked of Bas which he wasn't answering anyway but was just sadly nodding his head.

And then the much dreaded question from the field reporter came.

"Bas, do you love Gxxod?"

I smashed my bottle of beer against the TV screen when I saw Bas nodding his head wordlessly, tears starting to stream down his face.

"How could you do this to me, Bas? How could you do this to me?" I asked over and over again.

I stumbled to the fridge and took out three more bottles of beer. I uncapped them one by one and guzzled them down my throat in quick succession.

Before the night was over, I was drunk as a skunk.

I was awakened the following morning by the incessant buzzing on my front door.

Who the hell could it be? I asked myself as I stumbled out of bed.

I pressed my fingers on either side of my head, starting to feel the effects of a hangover.

I looked on the small screen beside my door.

What the hell, what is my friend Frank doing, buzzing at my door at this time of the morning?

Frank had been my co-star in a few drama series in the past and we had become good friends and would sometimes hang out with each other whenever our schedules permitted.

I unlocked my door to let him in.

"What the fuck, P'Joss!" He was saying to me angrily.

"I should be the one saying that to you!" I countered, a little bit irritated because my headache had started to turn into a pounding, throbbing kind.

"Why didn't you pick up my call last night?" he asked angrily, "I even left a voice mail message to you and you just ignored it! What kind of a friend are you?"

"You called me last night?" I asked, looking around for my phone to check my incoming calls.

I found my phone lying on my coffee table.

Wait, was the unknown number Frank's number?

"Did you change your phone number?" I asked him.

"No," he said, "my dad confiscated my phone before he threw me out of the house last night so I had to borrow a phone from a stranger at the bus stop."

"What the hell happened? Why did you get thrown out of your house?" I asked, starting to get curious.

"It's a long story," he replied, "but in the meantime could you put me up until I'm able to find a place of my own?"

"Of course," I said, "you can stay for as long as you need a place to stay."

Frank gave an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"Now tell me your story," I said.

"All in good time," he said, a little evasively, "all in good time."

That made me even more curious, making me forget temporarily last night's tragic event in my life.