More than a Friendship

V- 2010 - Millie

London - 2nd April 2010

10:02pm

I told her to be here at half past nine...how can someone be that irresponsible. Kit brooded while staring impatiently at his silver watch. He was wearing a classy and formal smoking, and a pair of black oxford styled shoes. The pub he had chosen to have a drink with Emilia, was a well known pub in London, and formality was supposedly a requisite the establishment had fixed upon his customers. Such rule, would later revelead to be a lie, given Jason Momoa's outfit, which would allude more to a relaxing and unconcerned attitude, than to a serious one. Kit was clearly annoyed by Jason's appearance, but if not even the pub's owners cared, why would he care? He cared however for Emilia...and knew for sure his mouth would fell right after spotting her inside that pub. He had invited her to have a drink with him, a date in his point of view, but for his unfortunate she had invited Jason as well, limiting by many, all the ideas he wanted to concretize with Emilia on that night.

Envy was also a factor that deserved some recognition, the close and powerful friendship Jason and Emilia had formed in the past few months, were clearly for Kit a demotivating thought...the way Jason used to interact with her, and the loosely way Jason had to speak her, had taken Kit many times to insanity without a doubt. The Hawaiian man was in Kit's eyes, a competitor, little he know that was just Jason's personality. I only wanted Emilia...and she had to bring Jason as well...great...just great...hurry up Emilia please...I really want to see you...

10:11pm

After finishing his first drink...a drink he had exclusively ordered to reduce his tedium, and after having a funny, yet nonsense debate against Jason about a worldwide controversy...

"It's cereal first, I'm telling you Kit!" Jason stated cheerfully, after finishing...his seventh drink on that night...he patted Kit's back, and Kit smiled genuinely, and raised both of his eyebrows, lightly signalling with the fingers of his left hand, a motion which was visibly demonstrating his capitulation, not because he had changed his mind, but because his mind was hopelessly trying to find new ways of entertaining. More than forty minutes passed, and Kit's worry was spotted on his body movements. The constant trampling he was exercising against the dark wooden floor with his left foot, was one of the most visible signs. What happened to her...I want to be with her...not with Jason...

The thought continued to persuade him as time was passing, and hope was nowhere to be found...he had sent her already many messages, but she had replied none. I'm definitely leaving if she doesn't appear in the next five minutes...I wanted to see her...but if she doesn't feel the same, why should I care...I won't be here awaiting for nothing...

Kit rotated his chair to the counter, and sighed deeply in incredulity...he was so pissed at Emilia...and was slowly convincing himself that he would certainly rebuke her...HOW CAN YOU BE THIS IRRESPONSIBLE EMILIA?!

10:22pm

More than five minutes had passed...and Kit Harington had broken his promise...how could he resist the temptation of not waiting for his bestie...how could he resist the urge of not waiting for those eyes...for her lovely presence, he couldn't and that was his weakness, her. Who was I trying to fool...I could be here all night awaiting for her...

Jason had finished...his tenth drink, and his breath said it all, he was completely drunk, and funnier than usual. He took Kit out from his tedium for another couple of minutes, however his disposition to keep entertaining Kit was slowly being fought by the tiredness invading his body. Sooner or later, Jason would leave Kit...leaving the poor lad alone waiting for his bestie.