We’re gonna grab a drink tonight, you texted me. We hadn’t had one in months; we’ve been having so much fun that alcohol became completely unnecessary. Our stupid jokes and crazy ideas were enough on their own.
Sure, I replied, despite the fact that I had absolutely no interest in getting drunk. I knew, though, I would join you anyway, as this time the situation called for it; a struggle shared is a struggle halved, right?
So we met at your place and then headed toward the supermarket. I really appreciated that you didn’t insist on going to the city centre and were fine with just casually buying two nice bottles of mixed drinks that we could sip while hanging out around the neighbourhood.
We passed the green lights, first one, then the second. As we were approaching our destination, walking along the sidewalk and talking about another random stuff, I noticed a group of guys standing next to one of the cars in the parking lot. We didn’t pay much attention to them and I was certain it was mutual. All-in-black, long baggy t-shirts, there’s nothing particularly appealing about that, they surely didn’t even notice us. Oh man, was I wrong. Or, actually, I was trying to convince myself in those nanoseconds of weird feeling that I was wrong. I wasn’t. Intuition doesn’t lie, we just blind ourselves, so we don’t have to face the reality. But the reality doesn’t care.
“Hey ladies, do you…”, we caught a glimpse of a guy following us. Neither of us had turned our heads in his direction, we just pretended not to hear him and kept on talking. I thought he would stop and return to his crew, but he didn’t.
“I think I might’ve just fallen in love.” We kept on ignoring him, but, apparently, he didn’t feel discouraged. Not in the slightest. “Hey, I really want to kiss you. Come here, give me just a little kiss,” he went on, still trailing behind our backs. No one aronud, only his homies. Holy fuck. I started getting affraid. “Or I can just watch you kiss each other,” he quipped and I couldn’t believe my ears. It was getting pretty heated at this point and I almost started counting how many more steps it would take us to get inside the store.
“The only thing you can kiss is this wall right here,” you shouted at him with your middle finger in the air, already showing him your back again. Oh my God, have you just really done that? I was shocked, kinda relieved, but also even more scared, as I had no idea what to expect next. Naturally, I sped up, even though you didn’t seem to be bothered. The guy then started yelling at us, clearly pissed. The look of satisfaction on your face was undeniable. I didn’t want to make it even worse, so I did my best not to laugh, as I was still terrified. He finally stopped and returned back, and we rushed into the supermarket. As we passed the entrance, I bursted into crazy laughter, tears streaming down my face. No. Fucking. Way. My emotions were all over the place.
I’m so grateful this whole thing ended up making me cry from laughing, and not for anything else. Actually, you made me cry from laughing. You often do. Please, don’t ever stop! Stay blunt, stay funny, stay genuine – stay one of my favourite NT users.
Thank you. xx
xoxo 🖤🖤🖤