The Next Mr. Right?

"Who is it?" Kyle asked when I picked up my phone; I said, "I am not sure; it is an unknown number. Should I answer it?" Kyle nods while eating his burger, so I answered the call.

"Hello? Who is this?" is the first thing I said.

"Hi! This is James, the one who brought you to the hospital last night. Do you remember me?"

Kyle looks at me; I am not sure if he heard who is on the line, but I told him it was James, the one who brought me to the hospital last night. He shrugged and just focused on his burger.

"Hi! How are you? I just got home," I said to James on the phone.

"That is great," he replied, "I visited the hospital today, but they told me you are discharged already." James continued.

"Yea, I am at home now. I am feeling better. Thank you for your help last night." I said on the phone while trying to fix my meal and start to eat.

All this time, Kyle seems indifferent. He focuses on his burger; I wonder who starved him for days. It is this thought that made me chuckle a little.

"Are you laughing at me?" James' playful voice sends me back into reality while I seem to daydream for some seconds.

"Huh? Oh, I' am sorry. I think there was a connection problem a while back. What were you saying again?" This was me trying to get away from my split-second daydreaming.

"haha, I will see you next time. Have a great day for now," James said.

"Thanks, have a great day too," I responded automatically.

When I put down the phone, I just realized what he said.

I looked at Kyle and told him, "Hey, he said he will see me next time. Do you know what that means?" Kyle did not answer. He just looked at his Rolex GMT Master II Ice; was that too specific? I memorized it because Kyle seems to grab every opportunity to tell me the brands and models of the things he uses. I am not sure if he is trying to intimidate me or he being proud is just in his blood.

"I'm going now," This is Kyle's only response to my question.

"Huh? Isn't it too early?" I responded.

"No, I have so many things to do, unlike someone I know who is only concerned about finding his next Mr. Right," Kyle said while trying to remove something from his shirt. However, it looks entirely clean for me.

"What are you mumbling about?" I retorted.

"Nothing, before I forget, I had some fruits delivered in here. You are sickly because all you know to eat is ramen. Don't worry, I paid it already; I know you are poor." Kyle said teasingly while tapping my head.

I slapped his hands away from my head and said, "Hey! I am not poor. I may not be as rich as you, but I have a big fan base on my web novels; I am on Top 10, which pays a lot! hmp!" I rebutted.

"Yea, a whole damn lot for a cup of ramen. Haha," He said, laughing.

"Yaa! Get lost! You Annoying, Jerk! "I know he is teasing me, but I am not a good sport when it comes to these things. I like teasing people, but I do not like being teased, arent we all? Kyle drove off on his red LaFerrari; how I wish I can also afford that kind of car, but the best I can have is a Toyota Yaris Hybrid.

"The time now is ten pm" I was a bit startled when my phone reminded me of the time. I looked around and noticed that it is already very dark outside. I removed my anti-radiation glasses and walked towards the big window adjacent to my working table made of Narra wood on a chestnut stain. I opened the window, then closed it again because of smug; the night is pretty as long as you don't get to immersed to open your window because what's waiting is only dust and dirt, what a disappointment. I walked away from the window and asked Google to open the lights in the room. "I'm hungry," I mumbled and hastily open my refrigerator; it is a good thing that Kyle bought me fruits today because, if not, I will resort to eating ramen again; what is wrong with ramen? Ramen is delicious; it is my favorite type of "men," haha. I chuckled at this idea while putting three grapes into my mouth.

"If you are that hungry, why eat just now?" That was Kyle; I did not expect him to be here at this hour. I was surprised by his sudden appearance that I choked on a grape.

"Yaa, Yaa! That is what I am talking about." Kyle came running towards me and give me a Heimlich maneuver; good thing I have a doctor as a friend. He gave me a glass of water, and when I was done drinking it, I asked him what is he doing here.

"I just want to check if you are still alive; you have a lot of debt to me, so I need to check if I can sell your liver out just in case I found you here dead," He said it too seriously with psychotic looks on his eyes that for me it is not funny at all, even if I know this is just a weird joke. Kyle is one of those people who will never be able to work in the industry of comedy.

"YAA! It is not funny at all. Good thing you are good at studying because you will never be able to earn a living as a comedian. Haha," I teased him.

He is about to say something when my phone rang.

"You are getting famous nowadays; whenever I am here, someone calls you," He said in an annoyed tone while biting the apple on his hand; I did not notice that he got fruit in the fridge.

"Whatever" is the only thing I can say because, for some reason, he is right. I am not even sure what is up with this phenomenon.

"Hello?" I answered the call without looking at who it is.

"Hi! How are you? Can you step out for a while? I have something to give you." I was confused by the instructions, so I looked at who it is, it is James.

"Hi! James, What is it?" I confusingly asked.

"I will just hand out something, don't worry, I won't bit," he said playfully.

"Okay," I responded. I hung up the call and is about to go out when Kyle hold my arms to stop me.

"Where are you going?" He asked me in a serious tone.

"I am going ou...what are you doing?" I am trying to respond to Kyle's question when he holds my shoulders firmly and pin to the coach. He then said, "I'll handle this," Kyle washed his hands, put on his coat, and went out in a very manly manner that made me almost forgot he is gay.

I was trying to see what is happing outside, but since my front door is far from the gate, all I can do is to watch them from my balcony window. I do not know what is happening, but I can feel a certain tension; I think this is Kyle's way of protecting his best friend.

Kyle comes back after around 30 minutes, and I hurriedly asked him what happened? His response is to put a pile of papers on my work desk and then say, "lock your doors, don't go out. I am leaving."

"YAA! What happens? Why are you not answering me?" I shouted while sitting on the couch, and he is finding his way out. He just slammed the door and drove off without saying a single word.

"Annoying Jerk," I mumbled under my breath after I threw one of the throw pillows on the couch; I guess I finally found the reason why it is called that way. Since Kyle did not tell me anything, I just looked at the paper he left on my working table; I thought I might find some clues there, but I didn't; I was more confused when I checked Kyle's bundles of paper left.