"Hey, wait!" Daniel called Well as he tried to escape from his inevitable acquaintance. "You have not introduced yourself yet," he added as he tried to belt down the remaining liquid inside his bottle. "I said I don't have any plans of introducing myself. I don't even need some new friends, so yeah, that means I don't want to meet you as well. The rumors about me are true. Live with it.” Whatever it was that Well said, he meant it all. He was not here in this place to meet friends. He did not even want to go here in the first place, but he was left with no choice but to tag along because his new friend (the only friend he made so far) insisted him to do so. And since Well felt like his friend, Joross had been so open and comfortable with him so far, so he just did what he was supposed to do. After all the secrets that Joross had revealed to Well, it was really reasonable for Well to just follow him.“Wow, you are indeed a snob, they are right,” Daniel confirmed, but there was no sign

Well and Daniel walked together all the way to the private parking lot of the bar where Daniel’s blue Lambroghini car was being parked, waiting for its driver to finally turn it on and maneuver. Well could not believe it. He was going to ride into some stranger’s car without giving prior notice to his only friend that he was going to leave. But he did not know where Joross was. He did not know if he had gone back to the hotel already without telling Well, or he was still inside the bar, talking with someone in some private place that Well was not aware of.Following Daniel as he unbolted the door next to the driver’s seat, Well said, “Are you sure you will not take me anywhere? How can I assure that you are not a kidnapper?” Again, Well’s very own trust issues had brought him some serious panic. His heart was thumping loud and fast, like what he would always feel every single time he took on to something that was beyond his trust and comfort. This was normal to him, though. But to Dan

When Well arrived at the front door of his own hotel room, the first thing he did was to search his pockets and find for the key. It took him some tine, but when he did found it at last, he swiftly poked it through the key hole and twisted the door knob open. A dark, unlit yet obviously wide empty aisle welcomed him as he moved his right foot foward first. He slid to the left to reach for the light switches, and then a bright white and yellow lights illuminated the place. For the first time in this particular day, Well felt home again. Although technically, it was not really a home. Well’s definition of a home was one that does not feel empty and quiet, but rather one that does gives you an unexplainable amount of excitement each time you smell the aroma of a chicken curry in the air, and hear the music player of your Dad all the way from upstairs. This place was absolutely different to Well’s ideal home. If only he was allowed to change his mind and back out from West Burge College a

A gust of the evening wind blew the bleak and silent night of the New Bill highways, the tranquil trees dancing along the rhythm of the crickets’ song like a crowd in a bar. It had been minutes away from turning ten o’clock in the evening when Daniel and Well reached halfway of their journey going back to the bar. A weird kind of atmosphere wrapped the inside of the car, and an increasing tension blocked the throats of the two boys; taking away their ability to cast out some words. As for Well, the chance of finding his phone seemed paper thin. But for Joross, on the other hand, he looked hoppeful. He knew that at some point, one way or another, he would show up. After all, the last time Well saw him was when he was dancing on the dancefloor with some of their upclass. He might have been drunk, yes, but he was at least thirty percent sober (or that was how Well thought of him to be). Sooner, after fifteen minutes more of driving, Daniel and Well finally reached the block where the bar

The two guys, Well and Daniel, busted the door and crashed at the bar with their not-so-pleasing outfits. As soon as they got inside, all of the eyes automatically got attracted to the both of them, and it only took for about four seconds of standing on the same spot, just a few steps next to the door mat, before all the spotlights and disco lasers focused on the two of them. Now, literally speaking, everyone’s and everything’s attention was on them. For Well, it was some sort of a nightmare that caused to trigger his social anxieties even more. However, on the other hand, for Daniel, it was just another normal exposure. Because he was a darling of the crowd, being the center of interest of everyone was nothing new to him anymore. So instead of worrying and trembling and feeling the churning of his stomach just like what Well had felt exactly, he only stood there and smile to everyone. . . and everything, if it made sense. Daniel straightened his back and he felt the bones on his spi