"Where are you taking me?" Well's eyes were a little too anxious to be in a crowd as full as where they were right now, but he had no choice but to tag along with his new friend, Joross. "Chill. Just trust me. I am only trying to give you a good tour of the place because you deserve it. As an old student here, it is now my primary obligation to make sure that the new students get the good service they deserve. And by saying good service, it also means a free tour of the city, of the school, and of the building where you will be staying for the next four years of your college life," Joross was saying it with great enunciation like he had been taking quite some time to memorize it. "Wait." He paused for a while, looking back to Well like he had suddenly suspected him of something. "Hold on for a sec. Are you trying to suspect me of kidnapping you?" Joross' eyes were like a pair of darts shooting through Well. They both knew that he meant it only as a joke, but it was too real to be dee
When both Joross and Well entered the room, a very warm welcome from their upclass surprised them. There are at least ten people inside the bar (which is technically a restaurant right now because it's still day), and all of them had this common but delightful smile plastered on their faces. You know, the kind of smile you would make once your favorite puppy was waiting for you at the door after a long and tiring work; or the one that just voluntarily blossomed on your face once your most favorite dish had been served on the dining table. That, sure enough, was one of some things that were common among all of them right now. Except for the colorful balloons, and the confetti, and the heavily decorated walls and ceiling, nothing else seemed normal. They had been preparing for this for a long time, that was a fact. "Hey," Joross said in the most awkward way possible. He looked like he was about to pass out but could not afford to because Well was with him and he had to let him know tha
"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 was already on the peak of his patience because of Daniel. He had never felt this annoyed his entire life, and he thought, if only there was a way for him to escape this bar full of crazy, lunatic, and socially attention seekers, he would have done it already. Well looked around to find Joross. While his eyes were scanning the bar full of grooving, drinking, singing, and dancing people, a thought was lingering in his mind. No one knew what was it, but it was most likely a script or a line he was practicing in his head when he would finally see Joross and tell him that he wanted to go back to his hotel room already.“Are you looking for somoene?” Daniel chimed in, after about three minutes of staying silent.Well thought he was gone already because he ignored him. But no, he was still there, behind him, waiting for his perfect time to open up a conversation again. “Oh, wow. You are unbelievable,” Well mentioned.“I know,” Daniel confidently spoke back, tossing a glass of champagne
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
“Wait, what? Where did you put it?” Daniel asked Well, but Well had completely no idea. Daniel slowed down his driving and helped Well to look around the car just in case he only dropped it somewhere. But no he did not. Well was convinced that he either left it on a table inside his hotel room, or on the bed of Joross’ boyfriend’s room. It had to be either of those two places. If Well would check those two rooms and found out that none of those places was where his phone was, he would surely go devastated. That phone held all the contacts of his family, his friend, and it even contained crucial information given by his Dad about this place. Well did not memorize his parents’ phone numbers, so if he could not find that phone, he would be as good as dead. He would not be able to contact anyone at all, and he would live all by himself for sure.“It’s not here,” Well said to Daniel just when he was done searching the back of the car. “But I think I did not bring it with me when I went to
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