F.R.I.E.N.D.S. 02
- vorariya74
- Jan 3
- 4 min read
It seems as if romance really does touch people's hearts, and so I decided to make it a series... Let's follow him and her through the alleys of love!
He wasn't a pushover. No, really. He was, in fact, very stubborn when he wanted to be. But perhaps, years of being pushed to interact more and make more friends and be anyone except who he actually was had worn him down. Perhaps that was the reason he found himself waiting for the uber to arrive and take him to his friends house! For a birthday party, that too. A nostalgia themed birthday party. To be really specific, an Indian, childhood, black forest cake - potato chips - samosa and a big red and white cup of Tang party. Since he hadn't gone to any of those as a child, perhaps God was compensating. To him, it seemed like an overcompensation. He was fine being the introverted Geek who read romance.
She loved 2016 music. The English originals that skipped the retro era. As Ed Sheeran softly sung perfect in her ears she felt herself dissociate from the crowd. All kids. They were all such kids. Perhaps that was the point of the party. To be kids again. A birthday party that goes back to the childhood era. As the cake was distributed, all she wanted to do was go back home and perhaps add another spread to her rapidly developing junk journal. Parties just weren't her scene anymore. But she couldn't exactly not go to her cousin's party. Even though she knew no one else. At least she had Ed.... "She looked, perfect, tonight"
He was late. And hoping others would think it was just fashion. Was fashionably late a thing in childhood themed parties? He didn't know but he definitely cared. No attention was good attention. Definitely not because of being late. For nerds, attention was something they feared yet admired..... He rushed the cab driver on and prayed the party would get delayed or something.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to youuuu. You were born in the zooooo. With lions and monkeys and kangaroos too...... Ed sheeran could never compete with indian adaptations. Cake was smeared on the birthday girl and then the party music drowned out her playlist. As she looked for alternatives to occupy herself the jug of tang caught her eye. Bright orange tang was the one thing that her childhood represented. Her mother used to keep tang packets ready in the fridge for her to make by herself when she was just 8. It was the first thing she'd learned to make.
He hunted for the address on his phone as he turned around the corner in sprint. Late as he was, sweatiness wouldn't make it better. So he slowed down as the address turned up. Floor 10. He groaned. The lift took forever to climb down. It was one of those lifts with the lilting retro jazz that annoyed him to no end. Figured.
She made her way to the tang among the throng of adult kids. Ofcourse the bottle would be at the opposite end of the room. It was like a social maze. One she dreaded to navigate, lest she be stopped. Nothing could ever be easy with people around, could it?. As she navigated the obstacle course of people her cousin spotted her, pulled her off path..... And the introductions began.
The lift stopped. WAS LADY LUCK MAD AT HIM? It seemed like personal vengeance at this point. How he would ever reach that party that he didn't even want to go to.... He couldn't imagine. The emergency button was working though. Perhaps a miracle was in order after this bout of bad luck?
Round after round of people were introduced to her. It was like a memory game and she only had the capacity for one name at a time. She forgot it as soon as another was introduced. The tang taunted her from across the room. It seemed farther and farther.
Finally the watchman got the lift started. A claustrophobic person would have been dead by now. But who could explain that to the watchman. He thanked the man and rushed around the corner.
The tang was rapidly depleting. Who knew when another jug would arrive? With all the courage she had she excused herself from the naming session and rushed ahead towards the food table. Finally arriving.
It took him 5 minutes. To gather his wits and push the social button within him. Thank god there was no one outside. Party seemed to be in full swing.
She poured herself a generous amount. Hurry made her sloppy and a little spilled on the white floral tablecloth. Guilt seeped in.
Music spilled out from the speakers and out the door. Oh my god it was annoying. Courage was rapidly deserting him.
She rubbed at the tablecloth and peeped around. A guilty conscience had a cocktail party effect. Everyone seemed to be watching her and the door was right beside.
There seemed to be more than 50 people. Before all the courage left him, he decided to open the door.
If the door opened she lost. Her mind started playing games with her.
He turned the knob with cold sweaty hands and pushed it open quickly.
She jumped. Violently. And the full glass of tang splashed. All over her cream dress.
He shocked her. Pretty lady in cream. IT WAS HER.
As she looked at the culprit it dawned. Handkerchief guy
Umbrella girl
Sorry again? She asked?
Sorry again. He guiltily accepted
Happy new year!! With leftover memories from 2025, let this blog also recieved the same love as the first friends.
Love, Ri.
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