Meeting Mr. MogulBy: Mel Ryle
“So?” he asked, unaffected by my mood. He looked at me mischievously, waiting for my reply.
“Get me pizza and a cola, but then I’m sleeping in after. No clubbing for me tonight,” I replied, knowing what he implied as his eyes twinkled and his lips twitched into a smile.
“Why do you always think that I’m inviting you to go to a club or a party?” he asked, looking taken aback by my words, although amusement still danced in his eyes.
“You aren’t?” I asked in mock surprising, playing along with this charade.
He chuckled at my reaction and shook his head. “Even though you’ve only known me for a month, you got me just like that,” he snapped his fingers for emphasis. “So, are you coming?” he added, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“You are seriously going to ask me again after a month of doing the same routine. Get a clue, Terry. You know it’s not my scene,” I snorted. It was always the same every night.
“Well, your loss,” he stated in defeat as he put his helmet back on. “I’ll bring your pizza when I get back — if there are stores still open,” he added but the helmet muffled his words.
“Why don’t we go get some food first next time?” I offered, looking at him gravely.
“That’s because I’m only humoring you with these talks. Besides, I don’t like pizza.” He cracked in laughter as he started the engine.
Before I could comment back, he was already speeding away on the main road. I stood there with a smile, looking at the empty space where his motorcycle had been. Men have such a carefree nature. They are never too complicated, but are jerks when they have the opportunity.
I woke up the next morning to my phone alarm beeping in tune with my throbbing head. This is the result of always sleeping late at night and waking up so early in the morning. Five hours of sleep is not enough for anyone who loves to sleep.
Careful not to make any noise, I tiptoed to the bathroom. I freshened up and silently made breakfast as I let Terry sleep in. After I cooked breakfast and washed the dishes, I left Terry’s food on the counter and covered it to keep it warm. Next, I went back on the couch and turned on the television, which was on mute so I wouldn’t wake Terry. Basically, this was my routine every morning.
When I heard the soft thud and light creak of a door, I knew Terry was up. I waited for him to appear before saying anything.
“I’ll be going to the hospital early today, if you don’t mind,” I said as he passed the living room going to the kitchen counter. Though he knew this already, I still felt obliged to tell him my whereabouts.
“Since you cooked, I can peacefully let you go,” he replied, his voice still slurry from sleepiness.
I shook my head in amusement at his reply and turned my attention back to the television, increasing the volume. I left Terry to do his routine and waited for him to come back in the living room, looking alive and presentable.
“So, how was last night? Did you get laid this time?” I asked when he reappeared with his usual black shirt and faded jeans. He had such manly taste in clothes.
“No, I didn’t. I’m still not ready for any of that,” he replied as he sunk on the couch beside me, sighing in defeat.
“You never told me who you are dating. I don’t want to pry, but you keep having these moods every morning, and I’m running out of advices for you,” I barked in frustration, setting the TV on mute again and faced him. “So, tell me.”
“Do you really want to know that much?” he asked, his eyebrow raised in question.
“Yes. I think we’ve been together long enough, and some secrets are bound to be revealed. So, let’s get this out of the way. You tell me about the person you are dating and I tell you something about myself.” I offered, looking at him dead in the eyes. “Do we have a deal?” I asked, offering my hand to shake his.
He looked at me for a second and then looked down at my hand. It took him another moment to shake it. “Good. We have a deal.” I was silent for a moment then I continued, “So, who is she?” I asked directly before he could sidetrack me.
He looked at me, thrown off by my sudden question. And then, not really sure why, he exploded in laugher. I looked at him in confusion.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked by the time his laughter died down.
“Why do you assume I’m with a girl? Is it because I dress up like this?” he asked, still chuckling.
“Wait — what?” I asked, not sure where the topic was going. Fortunately, I wasn’t that dense. “You’re gay?” I asked bluntly, stunned at this sudden revelation.