Holding grudges will go nowhere. Furthermore, it will cost too much energy and will suck on the leftover affection Adrain has for his parents.
It doesn't matter anymore since he has to look forward not backwards. If he had mull over their behavior, certainly, he would be spiraling down towards the black hole of no return until his death. Adrian will not, never will he go down this path. He loves his life and he will do everything in his power to pull himself from it.
There will be times that he will be dreaming. Will there be a person who will be by his side? That will love him wholly. Accept his flaws buried under the mask of friendliness he displays. Will anyone be brave enough to dig out and know him personally without any pretense at all?
He chuckles mockingly. More to himself because of such wishful thinking.
Adrian obtains a bowl from the dish rack and places the newly cooked dish. Taking a quick sniff, the loneliness melts away. Good food could take away the resentment residing in the depths of his well-being.
In a rapid motion, he gobbles down. Not having the thought of sitting down on his dining table.
What for? To smack himself on the face that he is all alone in this apartment? To let him realize once more, his family members do not have the time and capacity to spend their time with him?
Adrian is not a masochist. Dwelling on such things will further aggregate the wound. The wound that hasn't healed just yet.
He cannot take too much pain. This heartache could cost him physically, mentally and emotionally.
Adrian finishes everything up until the last grain. He does not leave a single thing uneaten.
A burp echoing in the kitchen. He rubs his filled stomach, satisfying the hunger hammering him. A memory came to mind.
It was the time when Kristoff had invited himself in. Without consulting Adrian, Kristoff snatches the food on his plate. Before he could do anything, Kristoff swallowed the whole thing.
Kristoff's mouth slacks with a slow, shaking of his head. That time, Adrian wonders what was running inside Kristoff's mind. He sometimes could not keep up with his brain circuit.
''Fuck dude. That was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten.'' Kristoff exclaims.
Stretching out his paws once more but this time, Adrian successfully defended against the approaching danger which was Kristoff. He slaps the hand, earning a loud howl of pain.
''Serves you right. Stop stealing someone's food.''
Kristoff frowns, rubbing off the pain on his hand. Instead of pushing the matter, he decided to change to another topic.
''Adrian, where did you buy that? Is that take out? Where is the restaurant? I want to order for myself too.''
Adrian seriously places down his utensil. Peering towards his friend, he tentatively questions slowly.
''Restaurant?''
In response, Kristoff nods continuously like a chicken bobbing its head while he drinks the water from the glass.
''I cooked this.''
Kristoff spurts out the liquid from his mouth, drenching Adrian's face.
Adrian stares blankly, processing what happened. The air is stagnant. With wide eyes, Kristoff stiffly cranes his neck towards Adrian.
Adrian rubs his face. A terrible look emerged.
''You.''
And with that word, Kristoff ran out from the house faster than a cheetah with Adrain chasing after him, a broom in his hand.
Adrian chuckles. That piece of memory was memorable for him because it depicts only one thing. The food he cooked is top- pier. Although leading to a disaster, at least it has extracted something good from.
Right, where is he? Oh, he had zoned out remembering an idiotic experience.
He rinses the utensils he had used. After finishing the task, he wiped his wet hands on the towel hanging from the fridge's knob and sat down on the couch to rest a little bit. Placing his feet on top of the wooden table, he grips on the phone.
Kristoff's inbox had multiple messages.
His eyebrow raised up, contemplating that something had happened he did not know. He struggles internally if he should open it or ignore it for him to rest. Kristoff only brings him trouble. Not that he complains. Heck, his other friends in other schools are more troublesome than him. Fortunately , they were not in the same school. If not, Adrian is not sure what disaster they might bring.
He had come to a decision after weighing the pros and cons. It's better for him to read it swiftly so that Kristoff will not annoy him tomorrow. Especially, he had to apologize in public because of Kristoff. He always gets burnt because of his actions.
Wearily, he taps on the icon and chokes on his spit as he processes what Kristoff had sent.
Kristoff: I did not know that you're the bottom. Man, I thought you would be a 1.
Kristoff: Picture jpeg.
Fuck. Someone had captured him falling down and was caught by Lucas carrying him bridal style.
Adrian: ????
Adrian: The hell?
Adrian: What the hell? What the actual fuck?
Kristoff: *laughing emoji*
He shut the phone and didn't reply anymore. Adrian does not have the intention to anymore. The embarrassment today and tomorrow. It hasn't even been a month of them together. The sequence of events is appalling.
Adrian inhales and exhales. Damn, this really has been an eventful part he would reminisce about. He never thought he would be caught in the act. Hold on, why does he act like a maiden???
That's it. Perhaps Kristoff's favorite drama influenced him so much that he thinks in that line of thought. Instead of panicking about this, Adrian went to his bedroom. His phone being left on the couch, vibrating endlessly.
He removes his school uniform hastily, wanting nothing more than to have a cold shower. Things spiral down when he just meets Lucas Allard.
Heck, it was just only a little interaction between them and it blew up into something huge. Nope, he really could not handle the stress it might bring. Adrian should avoid Lucas. In this way, the events would mellow down to a degree until dissolves into a state of nothingness.
It is human nature to forget things.