Chapter Five: Friends

  "He sounds like a wuss", Dave declared after listening to Syne's explanation about Chris. "I don't like him". 

  He was one of Syne's friends. David Stephens was a twenty-four year old and was almost a nurse midwife. All in all, he was a pretty cool guy, one who kept on complaining about how girls don't ever want to date him, though he never put in effort– his friends never told him it's because the girls think he's gay– and it's quite funny. His actions, lifestyle in general, was very feminine and so people get quite confused, they don't harass him though. He'd always changed his hair color, painted his nails and sometimes wore feminine clothes… he was handsome with or without the makeup too.

  He and his three friends were seated at the cafeteria. They were all studying medical related things, so there was a spot kept for people like them and Syne had to admit that he liked it, being alone without anybody around him was not something he'd like.

  "I don't usually agree with Dave's opinions because they're usually dumb– "  

  "Hey!" Dave exclaimed.

  " –but you have to admit that a guy as old as him, in his thirties, that doesn't have the self-confidence or should I say self-esteem to break up with someone, is a wuss and shouldn't be bothered with", his pink-haired friend, Priscilla said. 

  She was the oldest amongst the group being twenty-seven years old. She was also the only one married. Married to, well, sisters– millionaire sisters to be exact. They were Italian twins who for some reason, both decided that they liked her and wanted to date her. Anyway, she was studying to be a child psychologist and was almost done.

  "You could still consider him, if you care", Lit said, making Dave and Priscilla give a face of disapproval.

  Lit was another friend, whose case was quite simple- or complicated, if you look too deeply into it. 

  He gave Syne a smile. "Just do whatever you want, Syne, as long as you'll be happy in the end. Not that I like the Chris guy, he sucks, from your explanation".

  Syne snorted. For a moment there he thought Lit wanted him to be with Chris. He felt grateful though, that he was being given the go-ahead despite reluctance.

  Lit was the most quiet amongst them but loved a lot. 

  Dave took a large bite of his extremely large hamburger and then fries.

  "It wouldn't kill you to eat like a human being, you know", Priscilla said in disgust. "And you wonder why girls don't like you that much".

  "But that's not a good enough reason to not like me, Pris", he said, mouthful. "I'm actually an amazing person and you know it".

  "I hate that nickname". Priscilla glared.

  "But the twins call you that", Dave protested, cowering in fear under her gaze.

  "You're not them", she spat. "When you get money like they do, maybe you could give me a name, but as for now, shut up".

  Dave raised his hands up as if to surrender. "Calm down, mama".

  Priscilla rolled her eyes. "Whatever".

  "What do you think about this in general, Dave?" Syne asked.

  He was the one who talked the most anyway and Syne told him first about Chris, so his opinion was needed first.

  Dave cleared his throat after taking a huge gulp of his bottled water. "It's your choice, Syne. Giving in to the wuss called Chris Kistler is your deal, I don't support you, but it's your choice".

  Syne turned to look at Priscilla, who was engrossed in her phone for some reason.         "Priscilla?"

  "What?" She raised her head up.

  "What do you say about this?" He said.

  "Oh". She blinked. "I love you and I want what's best for you, I don't think this Chris guy is good enough, but do whatever you want. If he hurts you though, tell me and I'll deal with him".

  "Me too", Lit inputed.

  "And me", Dave said. "The three of us will fuck him up for you, not even including your family 'cause that'll be much more worse".

  "Let's cheers to that then", Lit said, glass of juice raised high. "I don't know what we're cheering to though".

  Priscilla looked at Dave. "Say something, Mr. Excitement".

  "Cheers to us and our attempts to fuck Chris Kistler up if he fucks up!"

  They all raised their glasses and bottles.

  "Cheers!" 

  Syne gave a sigh of relief. He was happy too, they were really the best. At least he knew who to run to except family,if things get rough.

  "Thanks guys, I love you". 

  And he meant it.