As Wazid dashed off with a mischievous grin, clutching the 'precious' information he thought he could use to blackmail us, Prince took off after him, yelling, "COME BACK HERE, YOU SLIMEBALL!"
Naman and I ran right behind him, at first fueled by the thrill of the chase. But suddenly, Naman slowed down and came to a complete stop. Noticing, I called out to him while still running, "Naman! What the hell, why'd you stop?!"
But Naman didn't answer right away. Instead, he tucked his hands into his pockets, tilted his head, and smirked, looking oddly relaxed. Seeing this, I started slowing down, wondering if I was also acting as clueless as Prince. I shoved my hands into my own pockets, taking slow steps toward Naman, realizing with a smirk of my own, "Wait a minute… we're running like idiots over nothing."
I stopped and glanced at Naman, the thought dawning on me that we were just overreacting to Wazid's little show. I thought to myself, "What could he possibly know? He only saw us together and figured out that Naman's a tough fighter. No big deal; anyone who saw those guys Naman beat up will find out sooner or later. Prince has a loose mouth and probably would've spilled about it anyway. And as for me, I'm not exactly losing sleep over people knowing I can handle myself in a fight, maybe it'll help keep some annoying folks away."
As I came up to Naman, we both just stood there, side by side, looking up at the sky, silently sharing a sense of relief. For a while, we didn't exchange a single word. Just two guys, standing there, both quietly enjoying a moment of peace that felt as natural as the light breeze cutting through the otherwise stifling summer heat.
After a while, Naman broke the silence with his usual cool tone.
Naman - "What a nice weather."
I smirked, chuckling internally at his nonchalant comment. Here we are in the middle of the schoolyard, practically fresh from a brawl, with Prince still running after some wannabe blackmailer, and Naman's acting like he's out for a lazy Sunday stroll. But hey, that was Naman for you.
Me - "Yeah, you got that right."
We went back to silence, both of us watching the clouds drifting overhead as if they had something profound to say. It felt almost poetic—until Prince finally realized we'd both stopped chasing Wazid and came stumbling back to us, panting, with a bewildered look on his face.
Prince - "Huff… huff… hi… why… did… did… you guys… stop… chasing him?!"
We didn't respond at first, just continued staring up at the sky, pretending not to notice his wheezing or the fact that he was still sweating from his sprint. Prince, finally fed up, waved his arms and shouted, "HEY! Both of you, SAY SOMETHING! And… what are you staring at?!"
Naman broke the silence, still keeping his eyes on the sky.
Naman - "We did some idiocy after just staying with you for half an hour."
I nodded, keeping my expression stoic.
Me - "Yeah, why would we run after him when it's not like he's got nuclear codes."
Prince stood there, his jaw practically hitting the ground, unable to process our laid-back responses.
Prince - "Wait… what?!?"
Just as he was about to complain, a pigeon suddenly swooped down and beat him across the head, flapping its wings wildly. Prince stumbled backward, flailing his arms as he tried to shoo the bird away, shouting, "WTF?!?" Naman and I both watched, unfazed, as he struggled with the pigeon. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, realizing just how ridiculous the whole situation was. Here we were, three guys who could handle themselves in a fight, and yet we'd been freaking out over a kid with half-baked blackmail material and a bird with a bad sense of timing. Prince finally managed to get rid of the pigeon, glaring at us as if we were somehow responsible.
Prince - "You guys just let me chase him alone, AND let that stupid bird attack me? Some team spirit!"
Naman - "Maybe that's a sign that chasing pigeons—or pests—is pointless."
Me - "Yeah, why get all worked up over something that's barely worth our time?"
Prince looked ready to argue, but then he let out a defeated sigh, plopping down on the bench with us.
Prince - "Fine, maybe you're right. But I'm still not letting that little punk off the hook. Next time I see him, I'm taking him down!"
Naman - "Sure, sure. Let's see how that goes."
The three of us fell back into a relaxed silence, enjoying the calm after the mini-chaos we'd somehow let ourselves get swept up in. Despite the insanity, there was something comforting in knowing we could share both the thrill and the stillness with these guys. Maybe, for better or worse, we'd found our little corner in this place—our own way of dealing with things, whether it was handling fights or finding peace.
And as we sat there, I realized that no matter what, we'd always find a way to laugh at the absurdity, even if it meant getting chased by pigeons and blackmailers. After all, sometimes, life just threw you the most random stuff. And maybe that was the whole point of us sticking together. We will face it together, we will tackle it together, we will make it bend and break together!! No not that thing, we wouldn't do that together so don't worry. We're Straight in every way!
THE END…?
No no - no - no - no - No! Not yet. You seriously thought that things would end just like that. A happy ending was it what you thought it is?! Then you were completely wrong. You were the most wrongest person if you thought so. This was only the beginning of whatever crazy stuff would come our way. And by crazy, I mean literally the craziest thing that were about to happen in the upcoming future chapters and projects. This was all just a beginning of that one 'BIG! BANG! THEORY!'