Island of BL

Chapter 39: Bas, Godt, Joss

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of Chapter 21

Bas' POV

I wanted to follow the Nurse Tee's advice about showing those two guys my ID but I didn't know when I would get to see them again.

When I went to the Breakfast Room the following morning, I didn't see any of the two.

At lunch time I didn't get to see either one of them at all. Were they on a hunger strike???

By evening, I decided to go to the dining hall early.

I made my way to the dining hall five minutes before six.

Holy smokes, the taller of the two guys was standing right outside the dining hall double doors which were still closed.

His back was turned to me because he was reading the menu on the white board that had been set up on a wooden stand.

The menu read Cajun Butter Shrimp Tacos

What the hell was that. I had never eaten one of those before.

Well, I was the adventurous type when it comes to food. I was willing to try it out.

The tall guy turned around when he heard me approaching.

"Good evening," I said a little nervously because I did not know how he would react to me. I was sure that he still remembered that I had kicked him in the shin last night.

He looked at me for a few seconds as if deliberating whether he should even return my greeting or not.

Suddenly I remembered what Nurse Tee had advised me to do.

I quickly took out my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out my ID.

"Here," I said, showing him my ID, "please take a look at my birth year."

He did take a look, and then let out a sigh.

"Why do you look so young? It's so easy for people to mistake you for a minor," he said.

He was looking comfortable now.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I guess I was just born that way. I guess it's just my genes."

"In the later years, though, you will be thankful that you got those genes," he remarked.

I wanted to change the topic about my age. I pointed to the white board where the menu for dinner had been written.

"What kind of dinner is that? Have you eaten that before? Does it taste good?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, one question at a time please," he said, but he was smiling, thank the good lord above.

"Okay, first question," I said, "what kind of dinner is that?"

"It's a fusion of Louisiana and Mexican cuisine," he explained, "second question please."

"My second question was, have you eaten it before," I said, looking at him expectantly.

"Yes, only once, at a restaurant that offered international dishes back in Bangkok," he replied, "and now for your last question?"

"My last question was, does it taste good?" Again I looked at him expectantly mixed with some excitement.

"Drum roll please," he said before answering my question, so I made the sounds, happy at the thought that he was warming up to me.