CHAPTER 4
Kenji’s Point of View
Night time and I want to talk to my parents about their decision for me. I’m already an adult and I can figure out what I want for me in the future. I want to live freely as I want. Not controlled by an entertainment, society and parents. Out of showbiz and whatever.
I go downstairs to go to the kitchen to eat dinner. Brent’s not here because of his hectic schedules. I tried to invite him because of boredom but he can’t until his photo shoot is done. I ate dinner with no one in front of me which sucks the most. If only I could live on my own, I won’t mind eating alone, at least I’m aware that I’m living on my own.
“We’re home!”
I looked at them walking, passing me to go upstairs. It’s like they’re passing someone working on their house. Rude.
“Hey, mom. I would like to tell you something.” I stopped them in the middle of walking upstairs. Dad is also now looking—no scratch that, he’s glaring at me, but I ignored it.
“Fine, I’ll go to France but I don’t want to be a model like you or artist who acts in TV shows. I want to do what I want there.”
Mom rolled her eyes at me and looked at dad who’s also looking at her. I saw that she raised her eyebrows, “We announced that you’re going to France to be a model and soon start your own clothing line. Oh wait, I didn’t said them that you’re going to open a clothing line, but we did announced that you’re going to be a model in France. So, we disagree. You’ll be flying out the day after tomorrow. Goodnight.” And just that she turn her back at me and left dad looking at me strictly, but again, I ignored him and left him at the stairs. I finished my food before going to my room and started packing my things.
The next day, Brent came to house to annoy me.
“What bro, you’re leaving? With just this bag?”
“Yeah, so?”
“What are you? On day off and wanted to spend your time in France and go back later at New York?”
“My parents are rich, I can buy clothes in France.”
“You’re rich, rather?”
“I’m not. I only have half a million in my bank account.”
“Woah, wait, and you don’t consider yourself rich? Bro, that’s thrice my price!”
“Why are you here, anyway?”
“Visiting my friend because he’ll be away from me for the first time?”
“Hmm, really? You’re not here to fart again?”
“Hey, I’m trending starting that day you announced on cam that I farted in your room!”
“For good. Lol, people do like person like you.”
“You like me too?”
“You know what? Get out. Get lost.”
“Hey! Why don’t you just savor the moment that you’re with me?”
“I feel disgusted when I’m with you because of your fart.”
He laughed like a crazy person, when there’s no reason to laugh at all. He laughed because of his own fart? Didn’t he
know how disgusting it was?
Time pass by and I got bored while with him so I decided to sleep and woke up with him in my side, sleeping. I jumped out of the bed because it startled me.
What are him? Gay?! Never in my life, slept with a boy together in my bed.
“Hey! Brent!” I shouted at him but his eyebrows furrows and he kind of swallowed his saliva, savoring the taste of it and changed his position in bed, “Hey!” I shouted at him again but he just moaned.
I took the pillow and used and readied myself from slapping the pillow on his face and boom! He woke up, “Jesus! You’re difficult to wake up. Why did you slept in my bed?!”
“You slept that’s why,” he sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes, “And I planned to wake up before you woke up but you
happened to be the one who woke up first, so.”
“Don’t you have a photo shoot?”
“Nope, I freed up my time for you.”
“Dude, you should have a girlfriend.”
“Girls are meant to be played with by Brent.”
“Player.”
“In football, of course.” He sighed and looked at somewhere else, “Oh, it’s already night. Can I sleep here?”
“Why?”
“Chaos in house wants me to drink beer but I have photo shoot tomorrow so I’m not allowed.”
“Quit your job, basic,” I sat in my sofa, “Why don’t you come with me?”
“What are we? Gays? Running away together? What the f—ck.”
“Both our parents sucks, so, why not.”
“Lucky for you, I don’t know. Anyway, I’m hungry. Let’s eat downstairs, baby.”
“F—ck you.”
“Learn French before you f---ck me.”
He started walking and so I am, “You’re filthy and disgusting, Brent.”
And so he spent the night with me. What should I do in France without you, Brent? You know how I want silence but I
just can’t imagine my life without a friend like you.