SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER 8

"Where are you?" I ask immediately right after answer my phone call. I run after him calling me that Arm rejected him. He was crying so hard. I need to leave Pick to check on him. I didn't give him my respond about reconcilation though it can wait. I'll get back to him later. For the meantime, I'll be a friend first. A friend like Jay for the past four years. A friend who's on each others side when we needed the most.

I scan the place looking for him. I found him alone at the corner of that bar. His head is lowered down to a table. He doesn't seem drunk though I knew how broken he is juat by looking at him like this. I slowly approach him. I pat his shoulder to get his attention. He didn't even try to look at me. He just stay there while taking a sip from his bottle of beer.

I had enough of the alcohol for today so I ask the waiter to just give me some cola. After the hot scene between me and Pick just a moment ago. My body's temperature is still high. I can still feel his lips tracing down every corner of my mouth and his hands exploring my body. My body shivers remembering those kisses and make my blood rise to my head. Good enough that the bar is dim enough and my friend is too broken to even notice that. I shove the thought from my head. This is not the right time for me to think about those. I'll deal with it later.

I just look at him while Jay getting himself drunk. I didn't bother to ask just like what he usually do. I just sit there and let my presence to be his comfort. Just to let him know that I am here for him. He suddenly jerked and stomp our table that make me almost spit what I'm drinking directly at him. "He said that he's straight. Why do we always have to compete being a guy in love to being straight as girls? Why can't they just love us without asking our gender? Why can't they just love us for who we are?" he breathlessly speak loud enough to take attention from the other table near us.

I hush him down and pour him another glass of beer. I gesture him a cheer sign and ask him to just give it a drink. When he was drunk enough to even think of what happen today. I ask him to go home. I knew that he can still manage himself so I let him walk alone to the car. I drove him home and tuck him to bed. This is the usual set up that we had. The only difference is this time, I was the one who's taking care of him.

I was exhausted enough to even fall asleep on Jay's sofa instead of getting back to my own room. I woke up around six in the morning. I look at his refrigerator to check anything that I can cook for him for his hang over. I am pretty sure that he'll suffer from physical pain enough that he'll forget his emotional pain. I saw some leaks and kimchi on his fridge. I decided to cook a korean soup Kimchi Jiggae for him. This actually our usual dish when we suffer from a sever hang over.

I saw him twitch from his bed. I am done setting the table for us. I approached him and slap his butt and ask him to get his ass up and have a breakfast. Today I need to chase my love. I need to get back to Pick and give him my answer. But before that, I need to finish my duty as a good friend first.

I just look at him while he keep that awful expression on his face. I try hold my laughter back. I can feel how terrible his headache right now. After having a breakfast, he go back to his bed. I ask him to have a glass of honey water to relieve his headache. He do what he told. After cleaning the room for him, I told him that'll be going back to my room. He just shove me away putting his head under his pillow. I slap his back and head towards my own room.

I dialed my main agenda for today. It just keep ringing. I tried another one however no one answer on the other night. He really was hurt last night. I took a shower and decided to just pay him a visit on his house personally to give him my answer. I took my car and attempt to give another call before I reach his house. I almost reach his house when someone answer the phone. "Hello." I hear a familiar groggy voice from the other line. Is he drunk last night?

"Hello, I am.." I didn't finish what I'm about to say when he interrupted.

"Is that you Tay? I had my migraine. I can't make it to work." I can feel the pain from his voice. My heart race when I hear those. I remember how worst it was from before. He even threw up because of this severe headache. The phone hang up right before I was about to answer him.

I park my car infront of his house. Our house actually. I enter the gate and saw his car not parking properly on his garage. I shook my head from what I saw. Did he get home drunk last night? Guilt hits me. I left him knowing also that he was drunk and be a good friend instead. I scratched the back of my head annoyingly.

I knock the door infront of me however I can't hear any movement from the inside. I tried to knock once again. This time I make it louder. No one still try open the door for me. I peak from the window to take a look inside but it was too dark for me to see. I bet he close all his window since when he has this headache it was a pinch of light will trigger his pain.

I don't know what came to me but I try to open the front door using the old password that we had. Even though it's impossible to still keep the old password. I tried it anyway. And to my surprise the door opened. My heart skip a bit. I smile knowing that he still keep our password. A dark room was infront of me. Though it was dark I can still see the interior of the house. It is still the same. The way how everything was put on how I like them before.

My attention turns to a growling voice from the bed side of the house. I saw Pick lying on his stomach on the same bed that we had before. He keep the bed. This idea give warmth to my heart. I approached him slowly while softly calling his name. I sit beside him on the bed and lightly pat his shoulder. "Did you take your medicine?" I whispered to him. I knew he wouldn't want a loud noise when he was in this state.

I was startled when he put his hand over me causing me to forcefully lied to bed. I just let him put the weight of hia hand on the lower part of my body. "Do you want me to cook for you?" I ask nearly to his ear. He put his head up still closing his eyes. He drew his face near me and lightly sniff my cheeks. "Just don't leave me." he put his face on my neck causing him putting his wait on me. I let him lie down like that for the meantime.

I wrap my hands around him and stroke his back to let him fall asleep. This is how we usually do when he's suffering from his migraine. I felt him calming down above me. When I was sure that his sleep is deep. I slowly get away from him to cook for him. I have the feeling that he did not have his breakfast yet. I open the dim light at the kitchen and slowly check his fridge.

I look around the fridge. It is always my duty to grocery and clean the house. I saw how exactly all the things inside that fridge placed like I was the one who did it before. My heart was pinch of pain. I look at his way. He really did wait for me. I never knew that he'll do it to this extent.

I started cooking a soup for him. After preparing food for him, I lie down to his side again. "Pick.." I caressed his head to try to wake him up.

"Hmmm." he answered. His eyes are still closed.

"Have your breakfast first and take your medication before sleeping again."

"Hmmm." he just answered me and didn't even bother to budge.

"Please." I plant a small kiss on his cheeks. He slightly open his eyes to look at me. I smile at him. This gesture always works at him. I help him sit down from his bed. His eyes was still close tightly. I took his food and started to feed him without opening his eyes.

He just do what he told when I say open his mouth when I was about to feed him. The nostalgic feeling comes through me. On those times that I was the one who's taking care of him. Who would've thought that he can act like a baby like this around me? This is one of the reason why I fall inlove with him. He may not show the world his affection but at least when we were together he'll show it the way he can.

The food was almost half finished when he told me to stop. I took his plate and put it in the sink. I gave him his medicine and told him that I'll wipe him with a damp towel to make himself a little comfortable to go back to sleep.

I take a look at the cabinet to get a new clothes to put on. Another thing that gives me surprise on that day is the way the clothes was arranged to the cabinet. My clothes was still place where it used to be. Nothing change. This is still the exact place that I leave from four years ago. My heart is full and can't help my tears to run down. I feel bad for leaving him. I feel bad for not waiting on him just a little bit longer that day. I should've waited and trusted him before. If I've waited, we may not need to go through heartache and pain for the last four years. I wiped the tears that keep falling using the back of my hand. I calm myself first before going back to bed with his clothes and a damp towel to wipe for him.

I saw him still sitting on his bed. He's probably waiting for me. I start to wipe his face first. I help him took his shirt off and wipe his body while my eyes was locked on his face. He's calm. I can see a glow in him while I was doing what I used to do. I finish helping him to change his clothes. I stand up and fix the things that I used when his hand grab me by my arm.

"Don't leave. Please." his voice is begging.

I touch his hand that was on my arm and caressed it slightly. "I'll just clean the dishes for you." I feel him calming down from the words that I have said. I was in the middle of washing the dishes when I decided to check on Pick to see if he already get back to sleep. I see him still sitting on his bed.

"Go to sleep."

"I want you here." he sweetly told me while tapping the side of the bed where I usually sleep. I did not answer quickly. I just look at him. "Please."

Such a baby. I thought. I smile and get back on what I'm doing. I change to a comfortable clothes first before getting ready to stay by his side. I crawled on the bed. "Now. Go to sleep." When he feel me on his side, he hugged me burying his face on my neck. I wrap my hands on him and carefully caressed his silk hair. Few minutes has passed when I feel his hard breathing on my neck. I just keep caressing him when I feel the small kisses that he was planting on my neck.

The small kisses turns to bruising kisses on me. With the pleasure that was given by his kisses on my neck I tugged my hand his hair. By doing so, he deeply snuggles every corner of my neck causing to escape a groan from me.

He looks at me. I can see the longing in his eyes. I can see the desire. I can see fire that he probably saw written on me. "Pick." I tenderly called his name. And by that, he gives me a deep kiss on my lips.