The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Twenty-eight: Perplexed

Mom was there holding my hand. We were walking on a paved road. As we walked further, the surrounding was slowly turning white. Suddenly, I could hear indistinct voices and my vision was still a blur. I tried to move, but it was too hard. I could only breathe. I can't turn my head. It was like my whole body was cemented. I could hear a monotonous beep. I could hear my breaths on the oxygen mask.

I blinked my eyes, wondering where I am. I surveyed the room to get more details about the environment. I saw four silhouettes rushing towards me. One rushed towards the door. Am I in a hospital? Then I saw orderlies hovering around my line of vision.

As the orderlies left, my eyesight became better and better. Though I felt weak and sleepy, I didn't give in to the drowsiness. For I want to know what's happening. I want to know why they were in panic and looked worried. I saw a guy at my right side bowing his head while clasping my hand with both hands.

He was trembling as he cried. He glanced up at me with tears on his cheeks, biting his lower lips. His eyes were all red. He looked restless. Like someone who didn't sleep for days. He looked at me with pain in his eyes. I made a weak smile to show my joy to see him.

'Paris.' I whispered, calling out his name.

'Hm?' He replied as he raised his brows, then wiped his tears.

'Stop crying.' I said between breaths.

'Sorry, I'm just happy.' Then he broke into tears again.

'You look ugly. Stop it.'

He chuckled as he sobbed.

I saw Scot leaning beside the door, waving his hand as he smiled at me. I smiled back. I saw Lloyd too. He rushed to my side and was about to embrace me. However, Paris stood and imprisoned me with his arms, preventing Mamita from hugging me. I turned my eyes to Paris, then looked at him with disbelief.

'What?' Paris said innocently.

I rolled my eyes, then sighed. I have no strength to knock his head, yet. Maybe I'll just save it for another time.

'Gosh, Paris. As if I'll steal London from you. I'd rather steal you from London.' Lloyd said.

'Mamita, don't you dare.' I warned Lloyd.

'Fine.' Lloyd said as he rolled his eyes. 'Maybe, I'll just go for Doctor O.' Then he clung on Doctor O's arm.

Doctor O faked a cough, then brushed off Lloyd's hands 'Sorry, but I like someone else.'

Lloyd rolled his eyes, then crossed his arms. 'Two consecutive rejections. You guys were too much. Anyway, I'm glad you're back, London dear.'

'Thanks, Mamita.' I only smiled. 'Where are they? Mom or dad-I mean.' I asked him.

The four of them exchanged glances. I looked at the four of them and it occurred to me that they could be an F4. All of them were good-looking. If only the other one was straight girls would crawl over him too.

But I like Lloyd the way he is. The reason that Paris always gets jealous of Lloyd was that Lloyd is undeniably handsome. Some female models had a crush on him if they don't have an idea that he's gay. He doesn't like to cross-dress too. That's why he was always mistaken as straight.

Paris shrugged. 'We don't know. we just snuck in here while they're away.' Paris replied as he caressed my hand like it was something precious.

'How?' I whispered once more.

'With the help of Doctor O.' Paris said as he turned to Doctor O, wearing his lab coat.

'Why is it that only Doctor O was taking all the credit?' Scot complained.