Chicot entered the car with trepidation. He did not want to be here. The only reason he even went to this party was because Perkeo had invited him. However, it didn't really matter to him. Whether he wanted to go or not didn't matter, Jackson Wang's parties were de facto obligatory to attend. He entered Perkeo's car and looked outside gloomily. The overcast skies described his mood accurately. Triboulet and Perkeo were chatting happily amongst themselves in the front of the car, while Chicot and Canio looked disdainfully outside the car. They don't enjoy conversation.
Chicot blocked out Perkeo's and Triboulet's conversation from his mind as he prepared himself for the upcoming party. The road was bumpy and the car was loud, which bothered Chicot considerably. He looked at Perkeo and Triboulet enviously as they were uninterrupted by the bumpiness of the road. Once they finally reached Jackson Wang's mansion, Perkeo got out of the car quickly. It was clear she had a vague air of excitement about this. Chicot was jealous of that fact; the fact that she wanted to be here. Chicot went into the mansion, annoyed at the amount of people who seemed to be enjoying themselves. The hack was centre-stage, telling his usual awful jokes that somehow still made everyone laugh. Perkeo took a drink and duplicated it, giving it to Chicot.
"Thank you," Chicot said quietly to Perkeo.
At least somebody was being nice to him. He then slid down the stairs and sat at a bar counter. The loud music was a plague to his ears; who even thought that this terrible pop music was good? He pondered on this thought for a moment. The rhythms of the music were so disjointed, lyrics so bland, he just really did not understand it at all. After his moment of pondering, he realized that Perkeo and Triboulet had sat next to him; yet another reminder of his loneliness. This is when he realized, people love pop music because of how it glamorizes what people love. People love going to the club, and people love pop music that glamorizes that aspect of their life.
He scoffed once he made this revelation. He looked around the room. People adorned the centre of the room, like an over decorated rich person's mansion, making it impossible to see anybody there. He looked around the bar counter, and that's when he saw him; Luchador talking to the Hiker and the Hack. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and then their gaze broke. Chicot knew Luchador from the past. His gaze returned to Luchador, only to find him staring at him disdainfully. To be honest, Chicot wanted to just leave this all behind him; it was stupid high school drama, after all. However, Luchador's ire was still on him.
"You can stop staring now," Chicot said, with just a soupçon of sarcasm in his voice. He just wanted the day to be over.
"I still remember what you did," Luchador said back, with unwavering anger in his voice.
"It was stupid high school drama, and I've changed since then. Please, there's no need to keep bringing it up." Chicot said, embarrassed. He really just wanted to forget about him and Luchador and move onto something else.
"Oh, well it might have been high school drama to you, but unfortunately for you, I don't forget past transgressions so easily." At this point, everybody was staring. Perkeo and Triboulet had lost their characteristic smiles, and the Hack and Hiker stared silently.
Chicot motioned to the rapidly silencing room, and said "Look, if you want to discuss what happened back then, then maybe we should do so outside."
The disposition of the newly quiet room caught Luchador off-guard, and he remained silent.
"Ok then, let's go..." Luchador said, seeming to lose all of his anger and feistiness as Chicot presented him with the scene he was making. The 2 walked outside, ignoring Perkeo and the rest. Chicot had left the drink on the bar countertop, completely unused.
The spacious and quiet atmosphere of the outside was refreshing for Chicot. He relaxed as he was no longer being blasted with pop music. As the 2 were a sufficient distance from the mansion, Luchador began speaking.
"The worst part is that I still harbour feelings for you."
Chicot was quite surprised to hear this response, as he said "Likewise,"
"I want to forget about you. I wish I could just destroy your memory from my life. I..." He started.
"Look, I may be a grumpy little shit, but I still have a moral compass, I know what we both did was wrong; that is evident even to me."
"And yet I've never seen you apologize or even try to make it up for me," Luchador said
"And vice versa!" Chicot shouted. "You know, the reason I never reached out to apologize was because I also wanted to forget, I wanted nothing more than to eviscerate you from all existence, not because you were that morally reprehensible, but because I wanted to never have to see you again. Every time I see you on social media, I remember back then, I remember what you did to me, and I get fears and chills from even thinking about it, from thinking that you could do it again with a simple press of control c and control v. Look, I know I'm just monologuing to you, and that you probably don't care, but I still want you; I still crave your touch and affection and I want to feel it like back then every second of every day!" Chicot said. He didn't know what spurred him on to rant like that for so long, but it felt good to get his feelings about Luchador off his chest.
"I..." Luchador began, before stopping himself. "My biggest mistake was thinking you attainable. I do not want to ever speak to you again."
"You may think me unattainable, but know that I am still willing to try to make things work."
"Fucking liar! Maybe if you wanted the relationship to work you wouldn't have cheated on me!" Luchador shouted, pointing his finger at Chicot. "God I hate you but I want you so bad..." Luchador muttered under his breath.
"The past is the past. I'm a new man, a cynical asshole, but not a cheater. Not anymore," Chicot said. His heart beated in his chest loudly. Was he going to finally make up for his transgressions in the ultimate way?
"I'm not getting back with you! If not out of hatred, then out of principle!"
Chicot gave him a doubtful look, as if to say "really?" Luchador looked away from him. He didn't want to say it, but he was lying.
"Look..." Luchador said shakily, "The past is the past, as you said, and umm... uh..." he stuttered.
"Are you sure you're not lying?" Chicot asked playfully.
"Ugh, whatever, I really do want to get with you! Happy?" Luchador said. Chicot smirked.
"So do you want to kiss?" Chicot asked. Luchador wordlessly leant into him and they began to renew their lost passion.
As Chicot eventually pulled away, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed him. He took hold of Luchador's hand
"Hey, why don't you come down to my house? As a symbol of my renewed trust in you and some other literary bullshit." Chicot said.
"Oh, I remember that sly, sarcastic smirk; never change." Luchador responded
"So I take that to mean yes?" Chicot said
"What do you think?" Luchador said