break the eye contact we were having.
"Yeah, I'm not. Because I get enough of this with my mom."
"Your mom?" He asked, particularly wondering why I didn't just say parents.
"Yes, only my mom, because she's the one always getting on my nerves, always telling me to think long-term, like you…" I said in an acidic tone.
"Don't be like that…I'm sure she's just doing that because she -…"
"Don't give me that crap, Nate." I said immediately, cutting him off.
I, apparently, like the both of them, got surprised because I called Nathan Nate, which was a first for me. Maybe Anthony's reasons for getting astonished were different from mine, and my reasons were different from Nathan, but all of us still got taken aback. Anthony, who only spoke a word or two during this whole talk, decided to exit the bathroom.
"I'll leave you two…" He started. "I feel insignificant."
He opened the door, left, and closed it behind him, and Nathan and I stared at each other once again.
Where were we again…?
"Just stop acting like my mother, please?" I asked, hoping for a small nod and leave everything at that, but no. Heaven and all good things weren't on my side since Nathan just continued.
"Your mom loves you…"
"Is that why she sent me to boarding school?" I asked. "Huh?"
"She just wants you to have the best future you can possibly have…"
"Nathan we're getting way off topic. How did we get from talking about relationships and move on to my mother's love for me, which I haven't felt until now?"
"The way you and your mother treat each other is a relationship…" He said, breathing heavily. I stood up from the toilet bowl and sat down on the floor beside him, so our gazes were at the same level.
"And by the way you talked about your mom I could see that you don't take what you guys have seriously…"
I gave him an 'hmph', before saying, "Look who's talking…you're acting like your parents are there for you 24/7. I know what kind of family you have, Nathan…"
I saw anger in his eyes, as I continued.
"Your parents are always away on business trips. They're never there on special occasions, but even when they are…they don't spend time with you. Am I right?"
I furthered myself away from him when he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Just shut up."
I widened my eyes, and asked, "Weren't you the one giving me a sermon a while ago, and now you're telling me to 'shut up'?"
Surprisingly he softened. Guessing that two angry people in a bathroom would be the perfect ingredients for chaos, he sighed (again), before he talked to me in a more good-natured way.
"I…just…I didn't like it when I saw you oompa-loomping that stranger…" He said. Remembering the movie Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, the word oompa-loomping lightened the air around us, making me smile.
"Were you jealous?" I asked, in a tone of apathy. Maybe I was curious, but I wasn't teasing him. I still didn't forget the part where he acted like he was older, and knew more about this world than I did. Both of us were eighteen, and he had been in boarding school for the past Lord-knows-how-long, while I had traveled the globe, meeting different kinds of people. By that, it sounded like I knew more to life, but maybe he had a few points…
All the time I was globetrotting, all I cared about was modeling, money, and parties. I forgot about what real living was. But hey…I wasn't going to admit to him he's right and I'm wrong. No way…
"As a friend, I consider you as someone special.”
F-Y-I that didn't make me blush. I'm cold as a stone whenever angered.
I simply glared at him.
"And since you're my sister's roommate, I care for you more…and I want you to know I'm just doing this because I want to be a good friend…" He said, smiling.
Was he trying to blind me and make me agree with him by smiling and telling me how much he cares
"Yeah, I'm not. Because I get enough of this with my mom."
"Your mom?" He asked, particularly wondering why I didn't just say parents.
"Yes, only my mom, because she's the one always getting on my nerves, always telling me to think long-term, like you…" I said in an acidic tone.
"Don't be like that…I'm sure she's just doing that because she -…"
"Don't give me that crap, Nate." I said immediately, cutting him off.
I, apparently, like the both of them, got surprised because I called Nathan Nate, which was a first for me. Maybe Anthony's reasons for getting astonished were different from mine, and my reasons were different from Nathan, but all of us still got taken aback. Anthony, who only spoke a word or two during this whole talk, decided to exit the bathroom.
"I'll leave you two…" He started. "I feel insignificant."
He opened the door, left, and closed it behind him, and Nathan and I stared at each other once again.
Where were we again…?
"Just stop acting like my mother, please?" I asked, hoping for a small nod and leave everything at that, but no. Heaven and all good things weren't on my side since Nathan just continued.
"Your mom loves you…"
"Is that why she sent me to boarding school?" I asked. "Huh?"
"She just wants you to have the best future you can possibly have…"
"Nathan we're getting way off topic. How did we get from talking about relationships and move on to my mother's love for me, which I haven't felt until now?"
"The way you and your mother treat each other is a relationship…" He said, breathing heavily. I stood up from the toilet bowl and sat down on the floor beside him, so our gazes were at the same level.
"And by the way you talked about your mom I could see that you don't take what you guys have seriously…"
I gave him an 'hmph', before saying, "Look who's talking…you're acting like your parents are there for you 24/7. I know what kind of family you have, Nathan…"
I saw anger in his eyes, as I continued.
"Your parents are always away on business trips. They're never there on special occasions, but even when they are…they don't spend time with you. Am I right?"
I furthered myself away from him when he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Just shut up."
I widened my eyes, and asked, "Weren't you the one giving me a sermon a while ago, and now you're telling me to 'shut up'?"
Surprisingly he softened. Guessing that two angry people in a bathroom would be the perfect ingredients for chaos, he sighed (again), before he talked to me in a more good-natured way.
"I…just…I didn't like it when I saw you oompa-loomping that stranger…" He said. Remembering the movie Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, the word oompa-loomping lightened the air around us, making me smile.
"Were you jealous?" I asked, in a tone of apathy. Maybe I was curious, but I wasn't teasing him. I still didn't forget the part where he acted like he was older, and knew more about this world than I did. Both of us were eighteen, and he had been in boarding school for the past Lord-knows-how-long, while I had traveled the globe, meeting different kinds of people. By that, it sounded like I knew more to life, but maybe he had a few points…
All the time I was globetrotting, all I cared about was modeling, money, and parties. I forgot about what real living was. But hey…I wasn't going to admit to him he's right and I'm wrong. No way…
"As a friend, I consider you as someone special.”
F-Y-I that didn't make me blush. I'm cold as a stone whenever angered.
I simply glared at him.
"And since you're my sister's roommate, I care for you more…and I want you to know I'm just doing this because I want to be a good friend…" He said, smiling.
Was he trying to blind me and make me agree with him by smiling and telling me how much he cares
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