It's already 2:30 am. I'm driving my 'Legendary Silver Mini Cooper' to Yatchan's place. He's the one who called me just now, unexpectedly. Yeah...Yasunori Sakurazawa, my best friend.
He's better than Tetchan who will just yell at me when I ran into troubles, especially regarding my wife. (That's why I'm not telling him about this.) And Kenchan who just know how to calm me down with his hentai jokes. (But..I still think his jokes are the best. Damn it.) And Yukkie....who just know how to laugh at me silently.
But..there's one thing I don't like bout Yatchan...he's too nice...yeah, I REALLY mean it when I said 'he's too nice'. He acts like I'm too pitiful. (Well I think I AM damn pitiful now.)
It's kinda quiet inside the car, so I turned on the radio. Damn it....why every channel are airing HIS songs!!???
That brat...............he sure is more popular than me now.
What a 'great' thing to be an old talent, Hyde-san!
But I just ignored Gackt's song that is airing on the radio now. At least I have something to listen to, right? (Yeah, I think it's A LOT better than listening to my lame-ass ballads.)
I arrived at Yatchan's apartment and saw him waiting for me at the front door. Man, did you missed me THAT much???
"Yo, Yatchan." I said as I walked into the apartment, followed by him.
"Yo, Haido. It's been a while..where have you been these years?"
"Well many things had happened..and I need to clean some dirty stuff in my house."
"Dirty...stuff?"
"......................"
"Come on, man! You're expecting me to understand a poet's words!"
"Yatchan...I.............."
Damn, I cried again. And the worst thing is..I cried in front of Yatchan.
"You didn't change even a bit. Still crying like a child."
"Shut up, Yasunori. And I'm not crying."
"Haido-kun...I'm not blind."
"You're just imagining things, Sakura-kun."
"Haido......."
Damn it, he hugged me! I just know this is about to happen if I cry!!
"Yatchan....stop this....."
Well, Yatchan is not a gay or somewhat like that...but he's just...yeah, trying to be nice to me. Cuz I'm fragile..like a child. (Yeah, Gacchan was right about me being fragile. Damn it.)
"Yatchan..please stop this. I'm not a kid anymore."
"You looked like one, my friend."
"I know I'm small..but that's not the reason why you should treat me like a kid."
"And that's not the reason why I'm treating you like a kid. It's cuz you cried a lot."
"Yeah....whatever."
"Now tell me what's the thing that made you cried. And yeah, that 'dirty stuff' thing too."
I was speechless. I think there's no other choice than telling him the whole stuff.
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