It has been a whole week since I met Malachai in that bar and for the life of me I haven't been able to get him off my mind. Even when doing random things, my thoughts seem to stray towards him. His micro expressions, the way he carried himself, his deep soft voice and just everything in particular. It just stuck to me. I've always had this problem from childhood. If I see something unique and interesting, I fixate on it till it wears out. Just like the first pair of converse I picked myself when I was nine years old. I wore that shoe till it fell apart. I wore it to school, to church, to parties. Everywhere. My parents were pissed, my mom especially because I would refuse any other pair they brought out. Even with movies, cloths, food and so on. It had never happened with a person before though. I usually didn't like then. So I guess it's crazy that I was obsessing over this guy, and I just can't go buy him and make him my best friend or something.
Forcing his thought out of my mind, I slow down the speed of my car when I got to my gate. I was about to horn for the gateman when I see Gabe perched on his car a little down from my left. I ignore him just like I've been ignoring both his and my parent's call all week and horn for the gateman. The minute he opens the gate, I drive in, not caring to see if Gabe is behind me. He was.
I got into my house and head straight for the shower. When I was done bathing and getting dressed I come back out to the living room and collapse on the couch farthest from Gabe. He looks relaxed on the couch looking as if he didn't fucking betray me.
He clears his throat and I face the television knowing he was about to talk and I want nothing to do with it the conversation.
"look Tobi my guy, no dey do like this na." I fighht down the urge to snap at him and just kept silent. "Tobi no be my fault na, I just felt bad for your mom worrying about you all the damn time, and when she asked me to chill back and not get you from the station that day I had no other option but to succumb to her will."
He waits a little, probably expecting me to answer him but I kept silent. He continues."come on, we're gees" when I still don't reply him, he moves to the couch next to me. "guy you gats let this thing go, my parties has been boring without you."
"so you came because you're bored? Well I'm sorry, but I don't have entertainment for you." What the fuck does he think I am, stupid?
"no no, guy, its not like that. I just miss hanging out with you. Tobi, there's this girl. Guyyyy, this girl is sexy. I think you-"
"not interested."
"bro no vex na" he playfully punch my shoulder. "I'm deeply sorry, I swear. It will never happen again." He places his palm on his chest. "I solemnly swear to always support you in this our friendship no matter what you do."
I sigh, feeling irritated. This guy is already doing too much. It isn't as if I am not going to forgive him. I just want to deal with him a little. I turn to face him. "that's not true'"
"it is. There's nothing you can do that can make me stop being friend with you."
He says seriously.
I rub my palm down my face. "You really offended me bro" I mumble, feeling drained from the anger.
"I know bro. so are we cool?" he asks looking hopeful.
I roll my eyes at him. "yeah bro, we're cool. Just don't try stupid shit like that next tme or tis friendship is done."
"yeah yeah I got it."
I get up from the couch. "do you want a drink?" I ask as I went to the fridge to get a drink.
"yeah."
"Williams or guiness?"
"give me guiness man"
I grab two guiness for him and two Williams for myself. I went back to the couch and put his at his front.
"should her give you her number?" Gabe ask after taking a sip of his drink.
"what number?" I ask, feigning ignorance.
"dude the girl I just told you about."
"oh yeah, that one." I nurse my drink while thinking of it. I don't think I want to speak with any girl right now. My head isn't in the right place yet. Or maybe the girl can help me get my head straight because I cannot understand why I've been obsessing over a boy. "send it." I mutter.
I receive the number within seconds and I drop a message to the girl before I change my mind. I check her profile and objectively, the girl is okay. Pretty but not anything jaw dropping.
"have you seen her pics?"
"yeah she's cool." I reply.
"she's dropped dead gorgeous right?"
"yeah" I agree absentmindedly. The girl is pretty, there's no denying that, I mean, before I would have been already all over the idea of dating her or hooking up, anyone that goes really. But ever since I saw Malachi, I can't stop comparing my reaction to him with that of anyone else. It just seem to be lacking something and I couldn't pinpoint what..
"guy, I'm heading out" Gabe gets up after he finishing his drinks. "tomorrow is Friday, we'll be going to the club right?"
"no, I'm not."
"bro come on. Clubbing is not fun without you and you can invite that chuck too. It will be fun."
"yeag yeah, whatever." I mutter.
He laughs knowing he's got me, grabs his keys and left my place.
I am now left alone with my thoughts once again. I've been trying to fight down the urge to call the number. Partly because I know that experiencing him would be mind-blowing, he's the kind of person you just know will be a greater part of your life. An unforgettable part. And I've also been fighting the urge to call him because I honestly don't know what to say.
This has been killing me for the past few days. I want to. I also don't want to. I don't know why I I'm been a chicken little shit about this, it's not like he's my crush or something. It's impossible for me to have a crush on a guy because I I'm not gay. Not at all.
I stand up from my couch and pace the entirety of my living room contemplating on what to do.
Maybe I should just man up and call him, I decide. I can't go on like this. Calling him can probably ease this tension I am feeling inside.
My hands are damp from sweat when I bring my phone back up to search my contact for his name. There it is. I stare at it for far too long before I press the dial button. All my muscles tense up the more as the call rings. I almost sigh in relief because I thought for a second he isn't going to pick up the call, but he does on the last ring. My heart skipps a bit and I stay still waiting for his voice.
And then. "hello" Malachi says. His voice as cool and deep as that day and calmness immediately fills me. What kind of fuckery is this?