I have to admit the lingering fact that I have never been this exhilarated in a long while. Not since that day that my first ever crush kissed me only to embarrass me the very next day. That was how I first became friends with Janea and it's also the day I first learned that the things we know and have heard from other people aren't always the truth. She was a cheerleader and a very popular girl when we were in high school and I was just a typical nobody. And much like every other girl like me, I loathed girls like Janea not because they're so popular or because they're in the cheerleading squad or that they are rich but I loathed them entirely because cute and hot guys like them so much. Boys prefer them over invisible nobodies like us and I don't know if that's fair enough.
I used to have a huge crush towards this cute guy named Brixter. He was really tall and good-looking, he's good at basketball and he's really charming. I thought he was very different from the bullies and the pompous guys who think they own the school just because they're cool. I thought that he really cared for me but it turns out that he was just another jerk hiding under that good boy facade. He was the first one to approach me which was a total surprise to me and we eventually began talking until the moment that he just kissed me. That moment made me feel like Brixter's really into an invisible nobody like me and that he's serious about the things that he just said. I went home feeling like I've been bouncing above the clouds and I decided to admit my true to feelings to him the very next day. I stole a few cash from my mother's wallet just so I could buy a box of chocolates for him. When I approached him at school he acted as if he doesn't know me and that he's disgusted with me. I was like a rotisserie chicken and he just roasted me right in front of everybody. It was greatly devastating for me to hear hurtful words from the very same person who just doused me with loads of compliments. The words were like sharp knives thrown at me in succession and I was left crying on my knees. Janea came to the rescue even though we really don't know each other. She was like wonder woman coming to the rescue and she punched and kicked Brixter like she's been doing karate for years.
After that scene I was greatly embarrassed, I was the talk of the school for over a week and even during that, Janea helped me survive the agonizing aftermath. I thought that's going to last forever and that the rest of my high school life would be spent in hell, but since I'm just a nobody, the hot issue had died down after a few weeks when a new issue had spawned. They were quick to forget about me and I thought Janea was going to forget about too. However, she stuck around and we became even more closer than I would've imagined. We sort of developed a hidden friendship and I was even the who forced her to keep our friendship a secret. That's all because I don't want to drag her down towards my invisible spot and I'm quite happy that I have a really popular friend and a pretty one too. I became Janea's confidant to which I learned a lot of things about her. She's really not what people gossip about her and her dark secrets are really more embarrassing rather than dark.
I tried controlling this overwhelming emotion that I'm currently feeling because I don't want anything bad to happen in the next twenty-four hours. Just like the last time I felt this same feeling of overwhelming emotion, something really bad happened the next day. I'm trying my best to avoid that kind of scenario. Janea just bought a concert ticket for me and I know that is too good to be true mainly because I never asked for it verbally but I've already pinched myself a while ago. I even let Janea pinch me just to verify the absolute reality and I'm sure I'm still living that.
I returned the ticket in the same envelope that was handed to me and hid it on an empty shoe box under my bed. Things are still partially sinking to me and I want to let it sink as gradual as it could. I sat down at the very edge of my bed and looked around my room which was excessively decorated with photos and posters of Sunset Flava. These are the only things that I could afford since they're very cheap and you could even print them. Some of them I just bought at counterfeit sites but some of them are also bought from their real sight
"This is it!" I chirped in great pleasure inside my head. I am about to convulse in absolute elation. "This is really it. I'm going to see Raffael, Yousef, Lawrenz, Ace and most especially Draik in person."
I know the ticket is just for a general admission which sucked in a way and I'm most definitely going to see them from a far distance. I imagine my throat going fully dry out of dying and screaming at the very back end of the stadium and for sure, I'm going to see them as if they're some talented teeny-tiny little ants dancing and singing with the added visual drama of smoke and flickering lights. But I guess that's more than enough for me. I have to be contented with what's gifted to me rather than asking for more.
I gazed upon the individual posters of the members of the boyband and I couldn't help myself but swoon over them. It seems that they are looking straight at me with their eyes like I'm the only focus of the room. They are all uniquely handsome and dashing, just a God's gift for all of the hopeless romantic girls like me. They all looked like they were handcrafted by the creator with such delicate precision giving them each of their own unique features that could easily make every other girl, married or not and quite frankly, some other men fall head over heels. Each of them has their own individual sense of style and identity and even with that sense of individuality, they are still working cohesively.
I set my eyes straight towards the poster of Draik Redford right in the very center and stared at his image for a longer while. In this simple black and white image, he was wearing a black pair of jeans and a white shirt that appeared as if it's hugging his body real tight. Even with the filter on, I could still see traces of his packed abs and perfectly sculpted muscles which was making me sweat. His hair was fully slick purposely blessing me and the whole world a good sight of his chiseled cheekbones, symmetrical eyebrows and his gorgeous face. The longer that I stare at Draik, the more that I am being drawn. It's as if I'm being lured by this disgusting beauty and I didn't even realize that I was already imagining things.
In my own head, I was seeing Draik at his perceivable finest fully clad in this ostensibly expensive white tuxedo with a red rose on his mouth. Just like the image, his hair was fully slicked up giving me a good view of his gorgeous face. A bright spotlight along with smoke followed him as he waltzed his way towards where I am standing clad in this fully bedazzled ball gown. A romantic music played in the background giving the scenario the much needed romantic mood. I know my head's just creating all of this scene but I could feel my chest rising and falling at such speed.
Draik waltzed with the music and by the time he got right in front of me, he went on his knees and handed me the rose from his mouth. I stared at the red rose eventually accepting it with pure joy. I smelled the rose and it obviously smelled like a rose. He looked at me straight in the eyes and with a simple chivalrous gesture, he asked for my hand. I tried to hide the overwhelming emotion as I gladly took his hand. We danced around with the spotlight following wherever our feet took us. Throughout the dance, I couldn't help myself but stare at him and so did he. Our eyes were glued to each other and just when he was about to kiss me, I was abruptly interrupted by a loud moaning.
"Jesus! Ohhhh. Oh god, oh gooood!!!!" It was Janea from the other room and by the sound of things, she's definitely hooking up with someone else again. I was just about to kiss Draik Redford in my imaginary realm and this girl moaning the name of the creator just ruined everything.
I grabbed my pillow and buried my face on it. "Arrrgghhh!!!!" I yelled in utter frustration knowing that I have to listen to this for a while and when I say for a while, I meant that there's going to be a second round. And if this guy, whoever this guy is with her right now, if he's a sexual athlete then there's absolutely a room for a third round and most probably a fourth round.
I'm mad and frustrated but I can't yell at them for now. Janea just bought me my dream and I don't want to view it that way, but it seemed like she just bought me the ticket so I could keep my mouth tightly zipped while she screams "god" at the top of her lungs.
It's just Tuesday and she's already hooking up with someone. I know I'm already used to this routine but Janea usually hooks up with someone during Fridays or Saturdays and I always scream at them to keep it low. I guess she's about to change her schedule now.
I decided to play music from Sunset Flava's first EP purposely drowning the moans and groans of pleasure. It took me a few hours just to force myself to go to sleep. While I was relieved that the music of Sunset Flava drowned Janea's sound of pleasure, I couldn't bring myself to sleep because my head was simply occupied by Sunset Flava. Every corner of my mind was occupied with imaginary visuals of these crooners and even when I move to the other side of the bed, there's always a photo of them staring at me.