October 22, 2011 - 8:30am - As soon as he disconnected the call with Jen, Paulo felt something was missing. "Oh freak! My bracelet!"
Earlier, during his "lunch," Paulo was toying with the only thing he had that came from Mike. It was a bracelet with small seashells arranged by probably someone who's OC because the shapes and sizes of all shells were alike and perfectly sewn in side by side. Paulo liked it because he was such a fan of Queer as Folk, and the main character Brian Kinney had a bracelet exactly like it. It was their conjugal property, although it was a gift from Mike's sister who came from Baguio. Since they didn't have a proper break up and Paulo was the last one to use it, he kept it.
That bracelet saw a lot things that happened to the couple. It was there when they first kissed. It almost broke when they first made love. "Easy," said Mike. "My sister gave this to me. I ain't going nowhere so just calm down. There, it's off me. Now where were we?" Since Paulo knew what sentimental value it had on Mike, he also took care of it. Anything that felt like family had to be taken care of.
Paulo was pacing back and forth where he was standing. It was the only thing Mike had that he held dear. Now it's lost.
October 22, 2011 - 8:40am - On her way to Damon's place, Ivy was still thinking about Jason. He's been gaining weight lately. The night shift is starting to take its toll on her good friend. She knew that the weight gain is affecting Jason. She keeps on reminding him what a good catch he is. Handsome, mature and independent. What else does he need?
"Ives, looks are not enough. In today's gay world, you have to hit this combination: a good-paying job, a cute face and a fit bod. I've been chubby all my life. Just when i started going to the gym, I'm placed on the night shift," Jason said in one of their telebabad sessions. "Your world is different from mine. You can easily snag boys just because you have that extra hole. Me? I have to do a lot of things before I get noticed! If it were my choice, I'd ask my boss to let us wear fugly uniforms! But no, I have to keep up with fasyon! You know how that V-neck moment turned out to be a disaster when my man boobs kept on pointing outward you can shoot paper balls in my neckline."
Jason had a lot of excuses and Ivy didn't want any of that anymore. She had to do something for her best gay friend. While in thought, she somehow felt something kind of hard she was sitting on, and heard a faint crack.
She found a bracelet with at least ten, well minus one, small shells neatly woven side by side. She felt bad that she broke it, but it still looked like it will still work. She thought of wearing it, but it was of a bigger size. "Manong, was the last person to ride your cab a guy?" she asked the driver. "Yes ma'am," the driver replied. Damon won't wear it, since he's hip hop-ish now. Maybe Jason would wear it, besides, the bracelet was so gay.
October 29, 2011 - 8:30pm - "I know, you could be spending time at home. Really? Everyone's partying around town and you'd rather play Pigs in Trees on your iPhone? Seriously? That's so un-gay Jase!" Ivy was almost yanking Jason out of bed at this point.
"Ivy, I'm not ready for a Halloween party! I didn't even prepare anything! You're not even dressed as anyone!" "I'm Emily from Pretty Little Liars, don't you notice the lesbo vibe?" And then Ivy tried to reach Jason's crotch.
"Argh! Fine! Just get your woman hands off me beyotch. That's it, I'll just wear black."
"Oh, I almost forgot. I got this from the cab I rode a week ago. Thought you might like it." as she slowly put the bracelet on Jason's wrist.
"Iiiit's preeetttyyyyy," Jason said. "Are you sure it's clean?"
"Yes bitch. Smell it. I soaked that in Downy for an hour. Plus Zonrox, which i know you're used to with all the self-lovin' you're doing. "
"Bitch, please. It's like i have a choice?"
"Yes, you do Jase! That's why we're going out! Get out there! You're no Snow White who will wait forever for Prince Charming to come sweep you off your big feet!"
"I know, I'm not that pretty..."
"Jase that wasn't what i meant..."
"Charot! Haha! I know you're just being a friend. Fine. Drinks are on you. If we get drunk, we'll sleep here okay?"
"Yeah, you and your posh apartment."
"Shut up. Do I look okay?"
"Yes, you do my dear friend. All we need are these!" And Ivy brings out their masks for the night. She bought two identical masks, one with pink feathers, the other with blue. Of course Jason gets blue. She knew it was his favorite color.
"These are perfect. Everyone will think I'm Anne Curtis, but I'm nooooooot..." "You're nooooooot!" They said the last two words at the same time, mocking that toothpaste commercial they both abhor for the fakeness.
About an hour later, they arrived at Club Macon. Ivy scored guest list privileges because of Damon's friends. They sat in the couch that the receptionist said was reserved for them. Ivy wanted to call Damon but she realized she left her phone on Jason's bed.
"Jase, we have a problem."
"What, did a penis finally grow on your forehead?"
"No! Sssshh! I left my phone at your house. I haven't called Damon yet." "Then use my phone." "Gimme it." "Here, and thank you, princess little liar whatever. " "It's pretty little liar! I'll be back. Wait, where are you going?"
"I'll go the the loo, dear. You go call your pretty real liar." Jason mumbled that last sentence to himself. He drank his vodka sprite and headed to the men's room.
At 27, Jason still doesn't know how to handle alcohol. On his way to the loo, he felt a slight discomfort. He forgot to eat again. It didn't help that he downed his drink too fast. He just had to sit down for a few minutes. He got into a cubicle and sat right away.
A few seconds later, he heard some sniffing from the next cubicle. At first he thought it could be someone taking drugs, but he also heard some sobbing. It was as if the guy was crying hard...
"Hey man, are you okay there?" Jason asked.
"I'm good, thanks for asking." the guy replied.
"Would you wanna, er, want to talk about it?" He heard a chuckle. "Oh, did I say something funny?"
"No, it's not you, I'm sorry. You reminded me of my... Of someone, a friend. He used to correct himself a lot. Gonna, then say going to."
"Oh yeah, cause that's my job."
"You work in a call center too?"
"Yup. Exactly." Jason didn't find it weird talking to this person from another cubicle. Heck, he didn't care whether people were hearing them.
"Which call center?"
Jason was about to answer when he heard Ivy shouting from the restroom door.
"Jase! let's get outta here! I just saw Damon coming in with a girl! A tattooed freak! He had his arms around her! The nerve! Those hip hop bitches! That's why he's not answering my calls using your phone. Maybe he thought i fell asleep and he screened you thinking you're calling him!"
Jason quickly got out of the cubicle, slightly embarrassed by the commotion. Good thing no one else was in the restroom, aside from the crying guy.
"Ives, what if she's just a friend?"
"They kissed. On the mouth, Jase! On the fucking mouth! Aaaaah!"
Ivy was beyond hysterical. If she was close to Damon, she could've scratched his face. Jason knew he had to take her somewhere else. This was the right time, Ivy was still in the right mind not to throw bottles at Damon. He knew she just didn't want to create a scene. "Fine girl, let's go back to the apartment." He knew there was an exit right by the restrooms. They'll take that exit to avoid any confrontation.
As Jason went through the door, the crying guy went out the cubicle. He didn't want to embarrass the girl, Ives, any further. Just as the crying guy went out, he could only see Jason's back and left arm. And he saw the same shell bracelet that he lost a week ago.
October 29, 2011 - 9:55pm - Paulo whispered to himself, while putting back his mask on, "Jase." He stood there for quite a few seconds. No straight man would actually ask another man why he's crying. There's a chance that person must be gay too. And he wanted to thank him.
He quickly went outside the restroom, went down the stairs leading to the dance floor, and climbed the stairs that brought him to the front door. He kept on saying "all black, all black, all black" as he sprinted to the door. He went out of the club and started calling for "Jase."
"I have to look for Jase! I have to look for Jase!" People just looked at him. Some smiled. He walked past the crowd and headed for the parking lot. From afar, he could see a woman in the driver seat, and he could hear the loud Paramore song emanating from the car. He then sees a man in what seemed to be an all black attire, taking the passenger's seat. He noticed something thrown by the passenger. And off they went.
Paulo realized how mad the girl sounded a few minutes ago, hence the fast driving. He couldn't figure out how their faces were like because it was a bit dark in the lot, and the car was heavily tinted. But he was sure that was Jase, he was the only one wearing something as simple as an all black ensemble. All the others were sailors, policemen, astronauts or famous cartoon characters.
All he could do was go to the spot where the car was parked just seconds earlier. He was curious why he was so bent on thanking that guy. Maybe it was the bracelet. Maybe he's just drunk. He's not sure what has come over him. He sat on the pavement, still thinking about what just happened. A few inches from his feet, he saw what Jase threw from the car. It was a mask with blue feathers.
(To be continued)