I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
The Part 120
FUNERALOPOLIS STUDIO, WILLIAM'S RESIDENCE, BROOKLYN.
The result of mixing and mastering the song titled Behind Blue Eyes has just finished playing. The four members of Funeralopolis, namely Will, Bryan, Brandon and Mia look satisfied with the recording that suits their wishes.
Mia glanced at Brandon who was sitting not far in front of her, with Sarah always clinging to her side. As if - would not willing the man approached by any woman.
"Lammy, try listening to Benjamin Chevalier, I'm curious about the review." William interrupted. Making Brandon who was chatting with Sarah, now looked towards Mia, with a grim face.
"Emm, maybe," he said.
"Yeah, good idea!" Brandon. "You're close enough to him, aren't you?" tanyakanya. More on satire.
"Hold on." Sarah interrupted. "Is it Benjamin Chevalier from Rebellion you guys are talking about?"
"Yeah, that Benjamin Chevalier." Bryan.
"O wow, Lamia, how come?" Sarah looks enthusiastic. Brandon threw his face in the other direction.
Mia just put her shoulder out. Didn't intend to tell Ben and himself anything about Sarah. The girl glanced back at Brandon. Slow breathing.
Your boyfriend is near you, why is your face so grim, Brand?
"We gota go." Brandon got up from his seat and gestured Sarah to follow him.
"See you, guys." Sarah waved to the three people who were still in the room and held Brandon's arm that was stepping out.
Mia could only look at the departure of the two lovebirds, whether with what kind of feeling. He can't define it.
"The woman stuck to Brandon, Geez .. We rarely even hang out together." Bryan grumbling.
"You've never been in love, have you?" William hit Bryan's head slowly.
Bryan grimacing. "Yeah, I only care about Brandon, he looks uncomfortable."
"Why can you say that?" Mia asked now. The girl was intrigued by the words Bryan had just said.
"You don't see Brandon's reaction every time Sarah holds him?"
Of course I saw it. I wonder why too.
Mia nodded slowly.
"I don't understand. Why is Brandon dating someone who doesn't make him comfortable." Bryan mutters.
"As an escape as possible" Will said. I don't know why Mia's chest rippled to hear it.
"Descenders? From what?" bryan asked, twitching his forehead.
"From someone who rejects his love." William wettest.
Mia just smiled at the care of her friends. The longing for hot chocolate with Brandon at the cafe subscription near his apartment arrived - suddenly reappeared. But I think it's impossible to happen. It all feels so far away now.
***
LINDEN CENTRE BROOKLYN.
Mia snatched her coat hanging in the employee locker room. Wearing it to cover his work uniform, and stepping out of the magnificent building.
A cold chill instantly greeted him as soon as he opened the main glass door. His upholstered clothes will not be able to protect him from the winter air that sometimes makes him overwhelmed. The bones in his tiny body felt linu.
Up outside the courtyard of the building, his eyes caught a tall, sturdy figure clad in a long coat and wearing a winter knit hat on the top of his head, leaving his semi-bonded tanned hair covering his forehead and two cheeks. Lean on the door of his car while folding both arms.
Mia's smile rises. The cold that had attacked him had suddenly started to warm up.
"Brand, what are you doing here?" mia asked while looking to her right and left.
"Fetch you." His dirty smile.
"Pick me up?" ask Mia wonder. But the joy that roiled in his chest could no longer be denied.
"Yes, is this sweet girl still ready if I invite her to enjoy her favorite hot chocolate?"
Mia covered her mouth with her palm. Just enjoying hot chocolate with this guy, but he's so happy.
"I want to." Mia nodded steadily. Then poured into the arms of Brandon who was surprised but immediately then greeted Mia's embrace tightly.
"I miss you too, Silly!"
Brandon shuffled Mia's hair in a fit of anxiety. Then open the car door and let Mia into it.
.
.
Ben's steps stopped as soon as he came out of the Linden Center building and saw Mia in someone's arms. Yeah, someone the girl told me about as her best friend.
Ben looked at the two from a distance. The man was trying to digest what kind of feeling was now raging in his chest.
Until the two enter the car and pass, Ben still stands where he stands.
***
Mia rubs - rubs both palms of her hands then cupped them on a round cup filled with her favorite hot chocolate. His smile never left his lips. He looked at Brandon, who was sitting in front of him.
"You're not working today?" ask Mia.
"I'm taking a day off."
"Sarah knows you picked me up?"
Brandon shakes.
"I feel bad."
"Hey, I do what I want, okay? And you're my best friend, she's gonna have to accept that."
Mia grimacing.
"Brand ..." call him slowly.
"Yes?"
"May I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
Mia took a deep breath - deep. He remembered Bryan's words yesterday, and was eager to ask Brandon directly.
"Are you happy with Sarah?"
Brandon narrowed both his eyes. A little surprised by the question of the sweet girl before him.
"I know, I shouldn't have asked. Forget it." Mia pulled back the word - she said.
Brandon was silent for a moment. Looking at Mia with my eyes.
"I ...." Loving you. "Happy, of course, Lammy, why are you asking that stupid question" Brandon said.
Mia grimacing. "I know," he blushed in embarrassment.
"Hey, you owe me a story about you and Ben Chevalier."
"What do you want to know?" Mia sipped her chocolate with vigor.
"Development of your relationship with him, perhaps."
"Well, I don't really know what he wants from me." Mia chuckles. "I can't guess the contents of his head."
Mia sighed softly. "He took me to dinner a few days ago at an expensive restaurant. We talk a lot of things. Mostly about his late wife."
"You don't mind that?"
"Emm . I don't know." Mia thought for a moment. I'm busy thinking about when you and I can enjoy a cup of hot chocolate again.
Mia's phone is vibrating. One incoming message is on the screen. The girl opened it and her eyes were perfectly rounded.
Hey, Lamia. I was in Linden. I intend to take you on a path. But I see you're with someone. So, maybe next time. Ben's.
***
