The Saint Jones [Completed]

chapter 14: A favour

Sether

"What the hell is your problem?" Justin snaps at Austin, the vein in the middle of his forehead becomes more rigid, swollen, as he looks at an ashamed Austin who is looking at his damage left fist.

"Are you serious? Fighting with your best friend! Damn it, Austin, he was there for you since you started working here and now you're fighting like psychopaths on the cruise where you work? Where's the mature Austin?"

I fully understand Justin's disappointment with Austin, this time he's untenable. I'm sorry for him but they were both wrong. I like this man, he's like a big brother but damn, he's stubborn and head heated, can't mess with him, but what I'm not understanding is why his best friend, why Alexander? They are best friends but to our eyes, they are like brothers, I have never seen two people having a connection like this in my whole life.

"I–I don't... know what I... I can say," Austin's voice escape his throat like a whisper, like a person on the verge to die.

Looking at him right now isn't pleasant, he is all drunk, the smell of alcohol roaming around his entire body. His white shirt stained with blood on the front, his blood, not Alexander's, we checked on him and he doesn't have too much of damage as Austin have.

He is sitting on this chair, his body leaning forward, his head as well and I can see that his eyes are closed. I don't think this is the right time to lecture him and to give him the moral of life, he won't remember anything tomorrow— he never remembers— we are wasting our time being good friends tonight, I guess tomorrow it will be more beneficial.

Placing my hand on Justin's shoulder, he looks at me and in his eyes I can see something flickering, he is extremely upset right now, he has that scary devilish face that is not good. Justin doesn't like violence and you know what he hates as well? Best friends fighting, yes, he can't see such things, they drive him crazy.

"Continue this tomorrow, he needs to sleep," I say and he looks at Austin again and after a few second, he nods.

"I'm going to bring him to his room," Justin says and I nod in approval.

Since they no longer need me, I wish them good night— though I know Austin doesn't care about me right now— and I walk out of the dressing room. Damn, my body is screaming my bed, I'm so tired that I can feel my head spinning from time to time.

Entering my room, I flick on the light and take off my shoes with my feet, I unbutton my shirt, getting it off my body. As my eyes are getting menacingly thick, I don't even bother to take off my pants and I collapse on the bed, on my stomach— the best position to sleep when someone is tired— I close my eyes and instantly the image of Cher appears in my mind, I smile because I know I'll sleep well tonight.

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Cher

What is the difference between liking someone and loving someone? I guess loving is another level, right? But, when do you know when it changes from liking to loving, where's the exact difference?

With a breath leaving my mouth, I close my laptop and sit up straight on the bed. I have been working on the new chapter of the book I'm currently writing, and God saves me, it is so hard! I was stuck on the same theme for the past forty minutes.

I woke up early today, earlier than yesterday and the previous days. I am proud to say that I woke up at 04:30 am to write, yes I like to write early in the morning, I feel fresh and my mind is always full of ideas in the morning, but I guess today is one of the rare days when I get writer's blocks, which is really strange.

Could it be because I have not had breakfast yet, or is it because the perfume and the voice of Mr. Sunglasses are etched in my mind, leaving no room for anything else? Well, it can be the reason because he blew my mind.