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Finally I have uploaded!
Featured Character: Jess
Song of the Chapter: Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum
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Vincent’s POV
“Oh my God! You guys are totally gay for each other!” Jess exclaimed in awe, her hands covering her mouth.
I was startled and slightly jumped at where I was standing. Then I realized what I just did. I kissed him again! What’s happening to me?
I don’t know what I was doing, but I liked it. Aw fuck! No way I’m not gay! No! No! No! Then why do I like it? Why didn’t I get disgusted kissing him? That must mean something! Hell no!
I stared at Jess, who was gonna pee her pants in excitement, then looked at Allister, who was stunned.
“I can explain, Jess.” Allister blurted.
“No need amigo! I’m gonna leave you guys alone!” She giggled and ran for the door. “Call me Alli! I want details!” She added before slamming the door shut.
There was this silence again. I never had these moments with Alli. Heck I was at my happiest when we’re together. Have I ruined that?
Allister didn’t make a sound and continued doing the pastries.
“Allister.” I called but he didn’t respond. That’s it! I’m just gonna go! I can’t deal with this now. There’s too much going on inside my head.
I grabbed my coat and marched my way to the door. I got out of the building and didn’t bother to call my driver. I decided to walk it off first.
I can’t be gay. I was just caught up with acting that we’re a couple. Yeah that’s it. What about the kiss? I liked it. NO! I didn’t, it was disgusting! I only said it because I don’t want to hurt his feelings. How would I hurt his feelings? He’s straight like me! Why am I thinking about this?! Why is it bothering me so much?
Why did this have to happen to us?
Allister have helped me in so many things. He helped me convince my parents to let me finish my studies. And I did. He helped me got through my college life, even when I pushed him a couple times before, he never left me. Hence, he stood by my side and pushed me to go on through with life and he’ll always be there for me.
Up until that incident in his kitchen I had my best friend. Fuck! Why am I feeling something different when I’m around him? This never happened before!
I made my way to the busy streets of Ashton to go to the coffee shop I work at. It was one of those 24 hours kind of coffee shops. And this is because a lot of bookworms enjoys the variety of books the store offered and they take their time reading and reading until the dawn breaks. They have to order so that they could stay, so it’s keeping the business alive and kicking.
“Brandon!” I called as I marched inside. Brandon was the owner of the place and a good friend of mine.
“Waddupblondie?” He hollered as he blended some beverages.
“I need help!” I groaned as I sat down and slouched on the nice one-seater couch. I’m not really sure what it’s called.
“I do too, but do you see me complaining? No sir!” He quipped, following it with a quick smile. It means he’ll be here to help as soon as he’s done.
“Hey, Johnny! Go serve this up those 3 geeks on table 5.” He ordered on to the night shift barista as he wiped his hands on a piece of white cloth. He then walked over me bringing two cups of coffee.
“This better be Americana or else I’ll be more pissed than I already am.” I joked before taking a sip of the delicious coffee.
He chuckled. “So what’s the deal? I don’t usually see you at this hour. In fact this is the first time I saw you here at night. And just this morning you we’re excited to leave early.”
“Yes I was, but things happened.” I kept my eyes on the coffee that was steaming in my face.
“Is this because of that date with your fiancé?” He asked as he took a sip.
“Yes, but it’s not about her. I mean it has something to do with her but she was not the main problem.” I jumbled my words up, a clear sign that I had a lot in my mind.
He gave me a baffled look. “Could you just spit it out?” He ordered.
“I kissed Allister.” Fuck! That sounded so wrong.
His expression didn’t change until he realized what I just said. He smirked. What the fudge?
“I knew you’d realize you like him.” He chuckled, or as I would like to call it, man-giggle. He man-giggled.
“Are you out of your mind? No way! I’m not gay! Geez!” I contested, groaning at every sentence.
“Alright grumpy, no need to make a fit.” He laughed at me and tousled my hair as he stood up returning his cup to the backroom.
The time he was momentarily gone, I thought about it. AGAIN.
No! I don’t like him! Nor am I in love with him! Yes I do appreciate him because he was my best friend and the love I felt for him was only the same if I have a brother. He’s not my lover nor am I his.
Then why the fuck do I feel the urge of kissing him again. His lips brushing with mine, tongues… STOP! This is getting me nowhere. I just kept on coming back to the thought of us kissing and the sensations it gave and how it is going to end our friendship and… and… and…
“Breathe! Breathe nitwit!” Brandon smacked my head and he snapped me back to my senses. I panted, catching my breath. Who knew with just thinking, you could lose your breath.
“Thanks dude.” I said as I heaved a deep sigh. “I don’t know what to do. It’s changing how we treat each other. I mean it was our plan to make my fiancé hate me but hot damn, she took it as a challenge. And another hot damn, I got too caught up in acting that I think…” I gulped before continuing. “I think I liked it and I kissed him again when we were back in his apartment.” I smack my palm on my face and let it run through my hair.
“Oh, I know this one. I’ve seen it quite a few times and called it the “Best Friend Syndrome”.” He raised his fingers and made air quotes.
“And what is that?”
“It’s when you get too comfortable with your best friend that you begin to act differently and slowly gain affection towards her, in your case, him.” He grinned, not trying to insult me but somehow proud that his theory might actually be true.
“I don’t have that. Besides how can you prove that that’s even true?” I questioned him.
“Believe what you want Vince. But don’t rule out what I said just yet. Anyway, I’ll be getting back to work and you should be heading home. Don’t worry I’ll give you a day off tomorrow so you could fix things with Allister.” He said before he shooed me out of his shop.
Well that didn’t help. Best Friend Syndrome! PSSH! Bullcrap!
What to do now?
I guess I should make it up to him. I did walk out on him and even invaded his personal space. Nothing will happen if I kept running away. I can’t bear to lose a friend, especially Allister. Wow! The coffee just kicked in and soothed my nerves. That’s the effect of coffee on me. if others feel alive and jittery, I on the other hand feels relaxed and I can think more clearly.
I rushed home and ignored everyone in my way, even my dad who howled at me. Oh don’t worry, he’s used to that.
I got to my room and started writing. I was writing him a peace offering. I shuffled through my drawers and got some colored papers.
I laid it across my work table and continued writing. As I finished writing I folded the letter and tucked it neatly inside an envelope. I then started folding the colored papers into flowers. I know it’s gay to give him flowers, but I think it’s something that would cut the silence between us. Yeah, we are weird like that.
I yawned as I felt the night getting deeper and I felt my eyes getting heavier.
“I guess it’s time to sleep.” I said to myself before turning off the lamp and flopping back to my bed. “I can feel that tomorrow will be a great day!”
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Morning came faster than Usain Bolt. I woke up with a bright mood and jumped out of the bed. I got to the showers and dried off after I finished. I put on a plain white shirt and jeans and slip on my red hoodie and my white sneakers before heading down and I grabbed my gifts for him before placing them in a gift box. I then rode my motorcycle to Allister’s place.
I walked up to his building and got to his door. I knocked twice but there was no answer. I knocked again, but still there was no answer. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and called him. He was still not answering. What happened to him? Is he mad at me? It was worse than I thought. I turned around to see him staring at me with grocery bags in his hands.
“Hey! Fancy meeting you here.” I told him, chuckling nervously.
“Vince, what are you doing here this early?” He asked, perplexed.
He walked passed me and put the bags down to get his keys.
“I was just going to visit you.” I said.
He pushed the door open and grabbed the other bag before walking right in. I followed him and closed the door.
“So what’s with the box?” He asked, smiling as he placed the bags on the kitchen counter.
I stood and leaned on the door frame, box at hand. “It’s for someone I hurt.”
“Oh, you must have done something bad.” He pointed out. Was he trying to play games now? Did he already forgot what we did last night?
“Yeah.” I scratched the back of my head. I walked to his position and held out my gift.
“What?” His eyes widened.
“It’s for you. It’s for last night, I’m sorry that I kissed you, I’m sorry for making things uncomfortable between us.” I apologized. His eyes were stuck on the box.
He didn’t say a word.
Did I mess up again?
I grabbed the box from him, and he finally looked at me. “You know what, forget it. I’m gonna go.” I disappointedly said before turning my back on him.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He said in a weak voice.
“What?” I turned around again.
“All of that. I’m okay. Last night didn’t matter to me if that’s what you’re thinking.” He was smiling.
What? It didn’t matter? Our kiss didn’t matter to him? But I felt him kissing back. Oh fucketty fuck! Am I going nuts?! Why was I bothered if the kiss didn’t matter to him! That should be a good thing!
“It didn’t?” I walked back to the kitchen counter and placed the box there.
“Yup, why? Did it matter to you?” He asked teasingly.
“NO!” I waved my arms in defense. “Why would it matter to me?” I snorted and turned my eyes away from him.
“I don’t know.” He said as he tapped the box in front of me. He then chuckled, making me blush.
“Okay fine! It bothered me! I thought you were mad at me for kissing you again so I made these.” I admitted as I pull out the paper flowers and the envelope.
I saw him blush. “Paper flowers?Really? I told you, stop lending me money. You didn’t even give me real flowers! What kind of boyfriend are you?” He said in disbelief, but still chuckling.
“I’m the kind who really cares for you. So stop whining and take it! And don’t go telling me about how I support you in your business, again.” I snickered. He blushed again. But I didn’t bother pointing it out.
“Really now? Okay, then why did you leave me last night if you cared for me?” He asked, a little rudeness in his tone.
“Well… I thought you were mad, and… I was mad at myself…” I honestly said.
“You know, you didn’t have to answer that. I was just messing with you. But since you brought it up, tell me why you mad at yourself.” He beamed at me before grabbing stuff from the grocery bags.
“Okay, since you are insisting. I thought it bothered you when I told you I liked the kiss. No, I like kissing you and I still do… I don’t know what has gotten over me. But rest assured I’ll stop. I don’t want you feeling awkward when you’re with me. There, I said it.” I told him. He was stunned again, still holding a bag of flour in his hands.
He dropped the bag and flour poofed and the white powder rained. He quickly got to the floor to pick up the bag and cussed. I swiftly got to his place to help him. And when I got there he was all covered with flour. I couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at me but didn’t say a word and continued to pick up the bag of flour. We both stood up and he swooshed the bag over me, pouring all what’s left to my face and clothes.
I gaped at him. “Now, you are dead to me!” I grinned before launching myself at him.
He grunted as we got down the floor. A cloud of white powder surrounded us. We were face to face, inches away from each other. He looked at me and he was still wearing that smile.
“I didn’t notice the flour suits you. No wonder why you love baking.” I teased.
“Oh stop! You are making me blush.” Which he really was. He tried hiding it with his hands but I pulled them out of the way.
“I like seeing you blush. It makes me wanna kiss you.” I said, biting my lips as I stared at his.
His expression changed. Shit! I did it again.
“Okay no more play time. I have work to do, and I’m one bag of flour short.” His smile was now traced with awkwardness.
We both got up and dusted ourselves off. He grabbed a towel and tossed me one as well.
I wiped myself clean.
What is really happening to me?! I can’t be in love with him.
Is that it? Am I falling in love with Alli? No! This is so wrong! I shouldn’t like him that way. We’re best friends for fuck’s sake! And might I add, WE ARE BOTH GUYS! There is no way that I’m gonna go down with a guy.
But his kisses…His sweet and soft lips. NO! I’m gonna take the straight path. That’s what it should be. No more kissing, no more gay shit.
“Well, I guess I’ll be going now. See you around.” I told him.
“So you’re just gonna leave me here without helping out?” He commented. “That’s fine, I guess. I mean you have Amanda now, so why should I care.”
He was making it hard for me. He sounded like a jealous boyfriend. He sounds cute.
“Fine. I thought I could get away with cleaning.” I chuckled. Fuck my free will! I can’t help it!
So we cleaned his kitchen up. And we had these awkward glances at each other that made me doubt myself again. Am I really in love with this guy? I shouldn’t be, right?
What if I tell him that I might be falling in love with him? No way he’s turning gay for me. I mean he’s the gayest dude I’ve met but I know for a fact that he’s straight. This might make things worse. I should just try my hardest not to do or say anything that may make things awkward between us.
“Vince.” He called and I turned to face him. “You can go now if you want.” He offered.
“You want me to go?” I asked, looking at him as I bat my lashes.
“Will you stop with the flirting already?” He growled at me as he threw the towel on the floor.
“Hey, I was just kidding.” Fuck, why do I keep messing up!
“Yeah I know. But it’s getting annoying.” He said as he picked up the towel and placed it over his shoulder. He then turned to wash his hands as I stand there clueless of what to do.
He was mad at me. I could feel it. But why do I suddenly care? I never did care before. In fact when his mad at me like this, I just push in a joke and we’ll be back to laughing. Why can’t I think of anything funny to say? Why am I too caught up in thinking that we are something more?
“Sorry Allister.” I said with my head down, trying to fend off the silence between us.
“It’s fine dude.” He said flatly.
“Alli, what’s happening to us?” I asked him, now trying to get this out of my chest.
“What do you mean?”
“Fuck! Am I the only one who’s feeling that we are not like brothers anymore?” I snapped at him. He was avoiding the topic.
He gaped at me. “If there is someone changing between us, it’s you Vincent. Not me.” He bit back.
I never heard him talk like that. He’s angry. He’s right it’s me who was changing.
“It’s because… You know what, forget it. See you around. “I was about to tell him but things are worse as they are. I’d like to save at least a tiny part of this friendship.
I barged out of his apartment. This is the second time I walked out on him. I guess there’s no more trying to fix what we have at the moment. The only friend that I can truly count on and I blew it.
My phone buzzed. Hastily, I pulled it out of my pocket thinking it was Alli. But it wasn’t, it was the dreaded woman of the year.
“You, Me, Allister and my Brother Maxwell will go on that double date tonight. At Bitstro Thomas, Be dashing and ready tonight. See you! <3” She texted.
Fuck! Why does the world hate me today?
I dialled Alli’s number, hoping that he will answer. After three rings he answered.
“What do you want?” He said harshly.
“Uhm, Amanda just texted me.”
“And??”
“The double date is tonight.”
“So?”
“Come on Alli, I know you are mad at me, but… I need you.” I begged, looking stupid at the sidewalk. I was doing things guys in the movies usually do when they are begging their girlfriends to go back to them, something like that.
“I have a lot of things to do today, you’re not the only one with problems.” That same harshness is still traced in his voice
“I can help you! Please Alli!”
He grunted before saying. “Fine.”
“Thanks!”
He hung up.
I ran up the building again, now exhilarated. I’m really getting my work out today.
This is my last chance, I guess…
I got inside his pad and ran to him. “Vincent at your service.” Saluting him.
“Here, you know how to make the batter, right?” He handed me a bowl and pushed the other ingredients to my direction, not even making eye contact.
“Yes sir!” I eagerly answered.
“Sorry, if I was a sour grape today. There are just so many things in my mind. And I can’t have you…” He cut mid-sentence to whisper something I couldn’t hear. “Nevermind.”
“You said something. Come on let me hear it.” I urged him
He sighed, knowing that I won’t stop until he told me. “I can’t have you adding up to my problems.”
“Okay.” I smiled knowingly. I know that wasn’t what he said, but I didn’t want to ruin his mood, so I let it go. I must admit, it kinda hurt when he said I was adding up to his problems.
So we had started our work and by 2 in the afternoon we were done.
“I thought you have a lot of orders.” I complained as he has a smirk on his face. “You didn’t want to see me a while ago, am I right? I knew it!” I wiped my hands with a paper towel and removed the apron we were wearing.
He did the same and hooked both of our aprons at the back of his kitchen door. “So what’s the plan for tonight?” He said, avoiding the topic.
“First I must settle things straight.” It’s been bugging me since we planned all of this “pretend lovers” scheme.
“What is it?” He gave me a puzzled look.
“Do you think there is a possibility that I’m gay?” I asked him, feeling unsure of myself.
“What?” He asked, shocked.
“Will you please pay attention to me when I say things like this? It’s not easy, you know!” I snarled and rolled my eyes.
“I got it, but why’d you ask it?” His expression was a cross between intrigued and confused.
“Because I’ve been thinking…. I love art much as anyone I know, I don’t have a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend, I kissed a guy, it didn’t gross me out… somehow it adds up to me being gay, right?” I blurted out.
He shook his head and whispered something to himself. Must be a mental note that he should avoid me.
“You are not gay.” He chuckled. “First, art is your passion, it is never an indicator that you’re gay. Second, you not having a girlfriend is your personal choice remember? You said that you’re done with flirting, and you are waiting for the right one. Third, we are not boyfriends. We’re just pretending. And lastly, the kiss was just a kiss, it can mean nothing or everything.” He said, chuckling between sentences. But as he got to the last part, he mellowed down his voice and looked down.
His eyes got up to me in a flash with glints of happiness in them. How does he do that? Now I’m still confused.
“Then why am I being this observant of how you act? I never noticed those things before. Like the way you look away when you are shy.” I held his chin between my index and thumb, so that he couldn’t turn away. “That you whisper something to yourself everytime I did something. I don’t know what you’re saying to yourself, but I know it has something to do with me.” I leant closer to his ear and whispered. I felt him shaking.
He pushed me off him. “You are creepy.” He said as he turned his back on me and went to his living room.
I followed him there. I can’t help it. It seems that this thing I’m feeling is getting worse and worse. I got there and he was looking outside his window.
“I think we should just meet up later. And bring that game you are playing tonight at dinner.” He told me with his back facing me. He then turned his head to smirk at me.
Why was he smirking? All I know is that it made my blood rush inside me. I felt thrilled for tonight.
“Okay. I’ll be here at eight. Be as dapper as ever, okay?” I said before leaving his apartment.
I know something is really wrong with me. But whatever it is, I think I like it.
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So since school is being such a jealous mistress, I’ll only upload if both of my goals are met. 🙂 Sorry that I have to do this but I’ll need more time to write.
Ta-ta for now loveys! :*
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