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61【DIY CONFRONTATION】

DIY
CONFRONTATION

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| All this happened, more or less. |

【TOMMASO CIAMPA's POINT OF VIEW 】

"Hey." Johnny frowned as he put his bag down on the floor.

"We need to talk, Tommaso." He looked up and I was instantly taken back from the frightened expression on his face.

I froze, not knowing what to do. Johnny tends to have this expression, something mixed with rage and seriousness. I supposed it had to do with Candice since he only reacts like this with his precious childhood friend. And the fact that I was afraid of something he'll say whenever Candice is involved.

"Stop making that weird face." He grumbled and almost kicked myself.

"I'm sorry," I said as my face slowly morphed back to my typical blank expression. I stared at him and he's now relaxed. If only slightly.

I wonder what Johnny would like to talk about. He cleared his throat and straightened in his seat. Imagine, we're at the basketball court near our house.

Johnny called me that he wanted to talk about something important. At this kind of hour? I glanced at my wristwatch and it's now quarter to nine. I glanced up at the full moon in the sky, shining brightly like a diamond.

"We need to ta-"

"I'm sorry Johnny," I said and put my canned juice on my side, staring at his eyes.

"Wha---" Johnny started but was cut off when I spoke once again, "I am afraid that I'm not of the right...posture to help you," I admitted. He blinked.

"Perhaps I should call Candice. I think she would be more suited. But at least, I can drive the car. I got my license last month."

Johnny blinked two more times.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Johnny finally asked, muttering that I'm a weirdo.

I blinked slowly, "My bad, I guessed I assumed wrong."

"You assumed what wrong?" He asked furrowed eyebrows and glares on my face.

I took a sip of my canned juice before I speak, "You looked like you wanted to confess to something terrible. I was a little concerned because I thought it was something illegal and you'd need help with disposing of evidence."

Johnny gaped at me for a moment.

"You thought I killed a person?!" Johnny sputtered. I just shrugged and finished my canned juice by drinking it straight.

"It was hard not to. You should have seen your face." I pointed out.

Johnny snarled his cheeks coloring.

"Asshole." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the back of the seat.

I sighed and put the canned juice away.

"I was joking...partially. What is it?" I asked,

Johnny didn't want to give me the satisfaction and sulk for a bit, but I'm Tommaso Ciampa, always had infinite patience and could always pull whatever I wanted from him. We've been friends for years that I can actually read Johnny like an open book. And this was no different.

"Look." He sighed and stood up. "I want to tell you something and it's not going to be nice. You might even hate me for it."

I waited patiently and asked, "What is it?"