[edited] ZeRoyalChaos - The Truth

C11

-Chapter 11-
-Ze's POV-

It's been a month since me and Chilled were introduced to one another. We've been messaging or calling every night to check in on one another. But at times, it’s so confusing. Thoughts have been burrowing into my head. Sometimes it's all heart, other times it's nothing but play. I need help. I can’t figure out what to do. But,

"I have a problem,” I spoke, what am I meant to say when he’s the reason behind it all?

"What’s wrong?" Chilled questioned immediately.

"What's up?" Galm pondered, Smarty didn’t weigh in on the conversation.

I took a deep breath sighing.

"I met someone,” was this the right way to go?

Galm nodded gesturing for me to continue, he should know.

"But how do I discern romantic interest from spontaneous lust?" I continued weakly glancing at them.

"Not to be rude,” Chilled grunted, “but you're asking us out of all the people you know?"

Right. This is stupid. I tilted my head,

“well, Smarty, you,”

“They’re the same to me,” Smarty admitted with a shrug, “I can’t like someone I don’t lust over, therefore if I lust over them, I must like them."

Right, I guess that made sense in a way.

"I have not much luck in the romantic interest stuff but the lust side,” Galm pierced his lips with dancing eyes, “it's just the question of, if you can imagine yourself giving in to your darkest desires, with this, interest.”

Darkest desires? With, Chilled? I tilted my head,

“say if I can, does it,” my words were sourly interrupted by Chilled,

"hang on, I'm sorry but,” he lifted his hands wildly in the air, “why even mention it to us if you know our takes on it?"

What? What does that mean? I go to speak but he started up again,

"oh, hang on,” his brows furrowed, “you never asked our opinions, did you?"

Oh. I, didn’t. I frowned,

“I,” what do I say?

"Chilled,” Galm spoke sternly, “it was just a simple question.”

“And?” Chilled snapped.

“Watch your mouth,” Smarty hissed, what have I done?

“Fuck you,” Chilled grumbled.

You know what. Fuck you Chilled, I leaned forward in my chair, glaring at him,

"nice to know how supportive you are,” when did this become so sour, “grow some personality maybe.”

Chilled sat there for a moment with his head in his hands. Did I go too far? He slowly lifted his head with a testing expression,

"tell me, tell me what you want and I’ll give you something."

What? I shook my head,

"seriously? After you acted like a child?”

Chilled simply nodded. Right, fine then.

“I want to know whether I truly like this person or if they’re just ridiculously hot, to the point it prevents my rationale thought process,” solve that one buddy.

"See,” Smarty spoke, “lust would be not caring for personality."

"Hang on,” Chilled spoke, “you can lust someone and be emotionally involved with them,” okay we’re getting somewhere, “just because you don't want to be, tied down, doesn't mean you can't feel and want them entirely."

I’m confused at this point. Everyone’s points were becoming mingled into one. It was starting to test my patience. I don't know how long I'll be able to hold my tongue.

“Forget it,” Chilled grumbled, “considering how long I've known you; I'd bet that Smarty has a higher percentage of having, any, chance in a relationship.”

What the fuck? My mouth dropped open at the sound of his words, heat rising through my body. Smarty grew angrier each second,

“fuck you, you fucking prick,” Smarty growled leaving the call.

I don’t blame him. That was entirely uncalled for. Galm shuffled uncomfortably in his seat,

“how about we just end this and split ways?”

"Shut up Galm, no one even asked you," Chilled growled.

Who does this guy think he is? I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, as my fists started to clench. I know Galm can stick up for himself. I’ve seen it many times before. Galm remained moderately calm,

"actually, Anthony,” Anthony? “if anything, Ze doesn't care about your input at this point,” I mean, “I would even go as far to say, he thoroughly regrets ever asking your opinion,” at this point, I did.

Chilled completely ignored Galm, focusing on me, eyes like a tiger’s,

"stick up for yourself, pussy."

Fuck you. My lips moved faster than I could even process my thoughts,

"you know what? I dropped, everything, for you,” fucking everything, “every small message, silly call,” I scoffed heavily, “you were always the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last before I slept,” what is so hard to understand, “I am greatly apologetic towards your friends who have to suffer your arrogance you force upon them every day,” fuck you, “prick,” with that I closed the call immediately, throwing my headset across the room, which unfortunately was wired so it didn’t get far.

"Fuck," I grunted, slamming my palms on the table repeatedly, “fucking arsehole.”

The ringing of my phone brought me to steady myself. I glanced at the screen. G-Man. Galm was calling me. Why? I took a deep breath, accepting the call while putting him on speaker. I didn't say anything waiting for him to start. But he didn't. Is he alive?

"Galm?" I muttered after a few minutes.

"Yeah?" Galm's voice answered.

So, he is alive.

"Why did you call me?" I whispered.

"So, you could talk to me,” Galm claimed, “but I don't know if you want to so, I'm just waiting until you would like to talk to me,” oh.

His voice was somehow soft and a remedy for sore ears. I took a seat on my bed,

"thank you."

"Are you okay?" Galm asked weakly, “I know how you can be.”

"I will be. I'm just going to take a shower and think,” I admitted, “I’ll call you back.”

"Of course, I'll be here when you get back."

"Thank you.”