Book 1. Finding A Way.

Just a date

Saturday night, one week later.

-What a shit...! Too bad for him he will wait!

Jim finished putting on his jeans and his bad mood didn't help him to go faster. Since his little story with that guy last Friday, he had quickly noticed the little piece of paper in his pocket which told him to go to Heaven on this precise date at 11:00 p.m. Obviously he had throw it away in the next minute, but it was because of a recent call from Jay that he had to make a choice by ignoring it or going anyway.

-For God's sake nothing force me to go there...what's wrong with me?

It's true that nothing was pushing him to go to Heaven and considering the way this Freddie had made the presentations, the last thing he wanted to see was his bloody face. And yet he couldn't forget his big brown eyes as expressive as his smile. It haunted him every nights and he suspected this guy to be attracted to him. So maybe he was forcing himself out of curiosity, but he wanted at least clear things with Freddie: a simple conversation or get out of my sight. He looked at his watch one last time and sighed.

-Always late...he'll probably be gone when I get there.

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Not very proud to be arrived Jim sat down at the bar and let out a plaintif cry. He knew it was a waste of time, he had trouble finding a cab and as a bonus he was alone. However he didn't intend to turn around after all the troubles he had to come; he just hoped to heal his mediocrity in a few cans and watch the others dance.

-Can I buy you a drink, resonated a voice.

Jim was out of his reverie and was amazed that it was him, the same guy who approached him a week earlier.

-Oh Freddie...? You're here since a long time?

-No my dear, I just arrived. I've a reputation for always being late, he said with a quip tone.

The Irishman raised an eyebrown.

-So do I, he replied on the same tone.

The singer seemed a little surprised by his answer but gave a little laugh.

-I hope at least you don't intend to punch me in the face tonight?

-If you don't make an inappropriate gesture, you have nothing to fear, promised Jim calmly.

-Good, exclamed the rockstar with a smile. Now what would you want to drink?

-I don't know...I'm not very thirsty.

-You should try a vodka tonic, it's delicious.

The Irishman reflected for a moment then shrugged.

-Well two vodka tonic in that case; but since you invited me this evening I'm the one pays.

-Oh lovely! You'll see it will make you happy!

His interlocutor didn't answer and remained neutral. Freddie was in an excited mood, he has his chin resting on his hands and didn't take his eyes of this handsome man. Like him he wear a tank top and he glanced over the beautiful skin of his arm, he felt attracted like a magnet then turned his eyes on his lips. Damn! They seemed so sweet, he had an irrepresible desire to discovered their taste. Jim felt his oppressive look on him and had the impression of being stripped spiritually.

-I really feared you weren't coming tonight, ends up saying Freddie.

-It was my intention in fact, added Jim. I came because of a bloody phone call.