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
Well was left with no choice but to knock on the closed door of Daniel, and ask him if he could, by any means, help him go back to that bar and find Joross-- and might as well test his luck in looking for the missing phone, too. If during the first few hours of the night Well had ever questioned Daniel’s trustworthiness, right now he had to set aside that thing and focus on something that mattered most. And those two; Joross which was missing in action, and the phone, were the things that Well needed to find before the night came to an end. That could only be possible with the use of a little help from anyone, and that anyone had to be Daniel.Well had no clue which room on this building was Daniel’s apartment. However, he happened to remember that Daniel had mentioned a while ago that he was living inside a VIP hotel room just like Well, and so it did not appear to difficult spotting the room from that piece of information. There were only one VIP room in each floor, and all it took
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
Daniel fiddled with his fingers onto the keyboard flashed on his cellphone’s screen and it vibrated so loud that Well could already tell how fast did he type. As a matter of fact, Well could not keep up with the pace of Daniel's fingertips. His eyes tried to catch a glimpse of the message he worked out with but the only thing he saw was the sent button. The message had been delivered to the receiver. It would not take long before a reply coming from someone inside the bar would shoot back to Daniel. The two guys waited for some time, until after a good minute or two, the phone vibrated. A soft hushing wind swept through the mammoth crowd, just at the same time the cellphone lit up. You received a message from Bryan, the notification tab said to Daniel. He opened it, slowly rotating to the left, opposite Well, trying his best not to show him the message. "He got it," Daniel informed him. "He read the message and told me he is fine with it. He just needs some description. Like I told
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
"Where should we begin looking at?" That was the first question Well had asked for Daniel. At this point in the night, he was running out of time already and he felt like every single tick of the clock would count. It's eleven. Turning twelve. If would not see either of his cellphone and his friend Joross, it would be over for Well. He would have left himself with no choice but to accept the unacceptable truth and try his luck again when the morning would arrive. But he could not wait for mornings. Just like what Daniel, his only company, had said, as long as they still had the energy to continue searching, they will continue searching. And that guts, that eagerness that drove them both to continue, brought them to the other half of the bar. The one that was strictly prohibited to people. The one that only a few and selected persons were allowed to go inside. No one was ever given the permission to peek— let alone to sneak in. "The place is full of warning signs and danger placards
Daniel became the mastermind of the plan and the executioner, while Well became the watchdog. IT was still doubtful to say if Well really had a contribution to this plan of Bryan, but since being a watchdog sounded fine and helpful, he would rather call himself that way. While Daniel slowly lifted his hand closer to the door knob, Well moved away from the warehouse and sneaked to the nearest tree. From there, he checked if there were people nearby that could potentially see them doing something suspicious and something suspicious and something that was absolutely not allowed. When Well cleared it that no one was around, he signalled Daniel by raising a thumb in the air, shooting it into his direction. Daniel slowly broke the padlock open and then carefully removed it from the surface. He threw it inside his left pocket for easier access later on. Before he decided to open the door entirely, he called for Well’s attention and waited for him to come over. “I have a bad feeling about t
Daniel suggested that perhaps Well and him should begin looking through all the stuff found inside the warehouse and maybe only until then they would end up getting a clue that would help them grasp a grain of Joross's whereabouts. On the other hand, Well, who was on the broom box at the backmost part of the room, was hoping that he would see his phone in there. But that could not be possible. Well had never entered the warehouse before so the phone should not be able to get in here. But Well was doubtful. Always. And as much as an overthinker he was, he also already told himself that maybe his phone had been stolen by someone from the bar. But, why would they do it anyway? Who would be so ingested in stealing his cell phone when other than the brand itself, nothing else was interesting about that? There were no games, not much application, and it's only purpose for Well was it was his mode of communication whenever he wanted to talk to his Mom and Dad, and the alarm clock. Well was