The Beer's Talking

We talked for another half an hour before I fell asleep (thanks to the beer). I could not remember anything. All I can remember is his voice saying, 'Good night', right before the phone was died. But, that is all I can remember. And that night, I was having a sweet dream about me and him having a family together. In this dream, we had two children, one boy and one girl. We named them Georgio and Portia. Oh yeah, I was being specific with my dream. This is one of my talents. Hidden talent I suppose.

I woke up in the morning only to find out I was sleeping in the couch with the window open and the radio is on. I shrugged my hair as I checked on my clock. It is 8 am in the morning.

I stood up and I walked to my bedroom. I continued my sleep in my comfy bed.

That day, I woke up around 8 am. I woke up because I was too hungry. I felt like I am having a hangover. But then I realized I only drank beers, so I guess it is impossible. I walked out of my bedroom while thinking what should I have for breakfast. I mean, brunch. But I could not think of anything. I feel like I want to eat junk food today; a bowl of Maccas porridge would be nice. But, Maccas is quite distant with my apartment and I am too lazy to take a bath. I do not like the idea of delivery service, especially for fast food. Fast food is meant to be order from its counter. That is what I believe in.

So instead of being active and find something to eat, I sit in my couch. Starring at my balcony, again. I was hoping my balcony could talk and tell me what are the choices for breakfast. But then I realized that it would be creepy if my balcony could really talk to me. Can you imagine your balcony talk to you when you are traveling from your bedroom to the toilet? And your balcony would be like, 'Yo, wazzup, yo?'. It is not cool. I repeat, it is not cool. It is creepy, indeed.

In the middle of thinking of something stupid that a twenty-five should not be thinking of, I found my phone. I grabbed it. He texted me, apparently.

'You were drunk. How come when it was only a can of beer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Seriously. To be honest, there were so many exclamation marks. I guess, he never changed.

I replied him. 'It was not only a can of beer, you faggot.'

In the next few minutes he replied me. 'If it was not for a can of beer, then for how much can of beers, you potato?'

ME? POTATO? He must be kidding.

'First of all, I am not a potato. Second, you are a faggot like usual. Third, it was more than one can of a beer. Indeed it was.'

I was laughing as I send the message. Look at us. We are both in our twenty-five, and we cussed on each other like when we were twenty. And what is funnier than this, is we used to date for three years and we separated because of my commitment issue.

He replied. 'Okay Miss I-used-to-date-a-Faggot, are you hungry?'

Hey. We supposed to be sad and awkward. If you refer back to what I thought in first chapter, you might think I am a melancholy girl who full of drama. But I am not. Ain't nobody have time for that.

'Actually I am, Mister Faggot-but-he-did-not-realize. I was thinking a bowl of Maccas porridge. But Maccas is too far from my region… I shall give up on this crazy idea… I think I would go back and sleep until evening… P.s. it was three cans of beer'

'You lazy-bump' he replied.

'Yeah, I am…' I replied.

And that is all. Then he stopped.

I stood up and walked to my bedroom. I really am planning to go back to sleep. The weather is so nice. I should not miss it. I have to go to sleep.

I snuggle to my blanket and play my playlist from my iPod. I love the idea of iPod existence. It is meant for people like me who do not get the idea why would you even thinking to put music on your iPhone, while you can purchase an iPod who dedicated its whole life for music? I mean, iPhone could consist of social media apps and of course picture. But, an iPod? An iPod life is for music. Why don't you just grant its wish by fill it with some music instead of sucked it all up onto your iPhone? Does not make any sense.

I fell asleep as soon as the song played. I am the kind of people who easily fell asleep to the sound of music. Any kind of music would be do. I could fell asleep to Skrillex's music like I could fell asleep to Yiruma's music. Weird?

Few minutes later, my phone rang.

I picked it up without even looking who is the caller.

'Yeah, who is this…?'

'Oh hey, are you really sleeping?'

'Yeah… Who is this…?'

'It's me…'

'Me who…?' I mean, what do you expect? I just fell asleep.

'Lucas…'

I stopped. 'Lucas…?'

'Yeah… Are you not recognizing my voice right now? Are you being serious? You slept over my voice last night and you do not remember my voice!?'

I sighed. 'I do remember your voice. But what do you expect, Lucas? I just woke up…'

'Okay, fine. Can you open the door? I am outside.'

'WHAT?' I faster woke up and directly look at the mirror. 'Oh my God… I looked horrible! How come he is here!?' I started to tidy up my hair and run to the washroom to wash my face. He must be kidding me!

I opened the door. He was there.

'Hey' he said.

I asked him to come in. I am shocked.

'What brings you here, fag?' I asked.

He pointed at his belongings. 'I thought you were hungry and want some Maccas porridge?'

My eyes were opened. 'What?! Are you being serious?! Is that Maccas porridge in your hand!?'

He nodded. 'It is, Louisa. It is.'

I am indeed happy. But I was thinking, who are we? Who am I to him now? Is he being nice as a friend to me? Or what? Lucas has never been this nice ever since that day, if I may recall.

We walked to the dining room. I opened up the Maccas porridge he brought. It is still warm and he even bought two packs of Chicken McNugget.

'Junk food for breakfast? Well, goodbye diet.' I told myself.

We spend the rest of the lunchtime in silence. I was too tired to start for a conversation. All I said was, 'Thanks for the porridge. It was so nice of you, Lucas.'

He nodded and finished up his coffee, then he left.

As soon as Lucas left, I cleaned up the table. 'He should not do this…' I told myself.

'No, Louisa. You were the one who shouldn't let this happen. Bitch…'