Chapter 6: Making Friends
“Mathew, are you okay?” Asked Aunt Marry worriedly. Of course she’d be worried. He’d been coughing ever since he started his breakfast, with his eyes red and nose running. Hmm. I hope I didn’t trigger any allergic reactions. Despite how I felt for Matt, that would be terrible.
What I don’t understand, however, is why he hadn’t mentioned anything about the special flavor of his waffles yet. I was prepared for Aunt Marry’s scolding, or worse, the moment he gives me away. Of which I was really sure he will the moment he took his first bite, but to my disappointment…well, not really…he’s almost done with his share and he still hadn’t said anything. What’s he up to?
“Yeah. Okay.” Matt grimaced to my aunt before succumbing to another feat of coughing. And despite myself, I snickered of which Aunt Marry was quick to notice. Immediately she reached to take a piece on what was left to Matt’s breakfast. I was quick to my feet, but she still caught me before I can leave the kitchen.
“Wishlyn Marry Anderson!” She thundered angrily.
Okay, maybe I went too far.
“Where do you wanna go, Wish?” Mathew Roose, my arch nemesis, asked beside me as we drove in the main street of Narier.
“Who told you can call me by my first name?” I snapped. The nerve of the guy! Who does he think he is? It doesn’t mean that because I was forced to stay with him for the day, that he can act all friendly with me!
“Do you wanna go to Patty’s Patisserie? You’re still obsessed with their Brownies, right?” He asked, acting like I didn’t say anything. How rude! And how the hell did he know about my obsession?
“Excuse me?” I raised a brow to him as he glanced at me briefly. “Can you stop talking to me like we’re friends?” I spat the last word in disgust! “I was only forced to be here; and just so you know, I don’t regret what I did earlier.”
“I know, but you’ll come around.” I felt him smirk. Seriously?
“Whoever put that thought in your head is totally delusional.” I said coldly, staring outside my window. Wait, maybe it was Aunt Marry who did?
“You’re really changed.” He suddenly said, breaking the awkward silence that insured.
“Nah-uh, genius.” I rolled my eyes, still not facing him.
“You’ve become such a fine woman. Anyone would be blind to not find you attractive.”
I turn to gape at him. Is this really Mathew Roose speaking?
“Though I still like the old you better, I can’t hate the new one.” He chuckled. What the hell is he talking about?
Before I can think of a snappy come back to that, Green Day’s Basket Case suddenly started playing. Matt fished out his phone from his jacket and frowned at it before answering.
“Dude, where the fuck are you?” Came a very angry voice from the phone, I stared at Matt as he pulled the phone away from his ear and winced.
“You’re supposed to be here thirty minutes ago! Might I remind you that this was your idea?” The voice interrupted, sounding angrier every passing second. The person at the other line must be shouting if I can hear him. “You didn’t even help in the preparations! You just drove around town chasing ski–”
“Shut the fuck up Joe, and let me talk!” Matt yelled at the phone, sounding almost as angry as the caller. For a moment there, I really got scared of him. “I’m on my fucking way, quit your trap.” Then he closed his phone shut, exhaling slowly.
“You have no right to get angry, you know.” I frowned at him. What an ass! “And, you should’ve just gone to that, whatever that is, instead of ruining my morning.” I glared.
He just heaved an exaggerated sigh and looked straight ahead. “Do you mind spending a few hours at the park today?” He asked, still not looking away from the road. When I didn’t answer, he glanced at me and added. “The guys and I are helping a friend out on his snack business in the park. I was the one who volunteered but I totally forgot.”
I just shrugged, not really giving an answer.
“I’ll make it up to you; we can go to Patty’s after.” He smiled.
“I’m here because I have to, not because I want to. If it was me, I’d rather not see you my entire life!” I glared. “Stop acting like we’re friends, because we’re not!”
“So, you don’t want to go to Patty’s?”
I opened my mouth to say ‘No!’ but not a sound came out. Let’s just admit it – I’m still obsessed with Patty’s Brownies. I’ve been going to Patty’s like almost every day ever since I got here, but their Brownies are always sold out by the time I got there or already reserved for someone else; and I’ve been here for over a week already! The worst thing is, not just anyone can get reservations. You have to know someone from the inside. And knowing Matt, I bet he does.
“If you can get a couple of Brownies reserved, then maybe…” I mumbled almost to myself. I can’t believe I’m submitting for Brownies! This is Mathew Roose! Still they’re Patty’s Brownies…
“I’ll call in.” He smiled, getting his phone and typing, probably someone from Patty’s.
I bit my lower lip, both in frustration and embarrassment. How the hell did he know about my obsession with Patty’s Brownies anyway? Wait, maybe Aunt Marry told him. Tsk. I hope she didn’t tell him anything that he mustn’t absolutely know, like the feelings I used to have for him...
“Hey, this is Matt. Yeah. Yeah, I know. I’m on my way there.” He chuckled. “I’ll let him if he really had to. Hey Dan, listen. A friend and I are going at Patty’s later…” I frowned at the way he addressed me, but well, if it meant that I can finally get my hands on Patty’s Brownies…I’ll let it slide. “…can you maybe reserve a couple of servings for us?” I held my breath in anticipation, looking at him hopefully. I hope they still have left…pleasepleaseplease– “Really?” He frowned. Oh, no! “Can you do something about it?” It’s sold out again?! Just my luck! Maybe I’ll be heading back without even a piece of it! “Y-Yeah, actually.” He glanced at me briefly. What now? “Really? That’d be great! Thanks a lot, Dan. See you later.” He was grinning when he put his phone away.
“What? Did you get it? What did your friend say?” I asked expectantly. He was grinning, it must mean he did, right?
“The Brownies are sold out, but he said he’ll make a special batch for us.” He was still grinning.
I gaped at him again. What does he mean by that? I frowned at him. “Who were you talking to?”
“Dan Gomez.” He said simply, parking his car near the park’s entrance.
I looked at him disbelievingly. “Da– you mean Patty Gomez’s son, Daniel Gomez?” Seriously? When I said knowing someone from the inside, I only meant a waiter or some assistant patisserie or something! Not the freaking Assistant Head Patisserie!
“Yeah. He’s a good friend of mine.”
“How’d you even know him?” I asked incredulously. Daniel Gomez is like, the complete opposite of Mathew Roose! He’s kind, sweet, polite and a true blue gentleman. He can’t be in Matt’s circle of friends! That’s just impossible!
He chuckled. “We were recruited to The Dark at the same time.”
“What?” I widened my eyes at that. Dan’s part of The Dark? I mean, there was a rumor before that Matt is part of The Dark; but Daniel Gomez, being in The Dark is just– !
He looked at me like he was a deer caught in headlights. “I-I mean…You didn’t hear me say that.” He looked at me seriously, and quickly got out of the car.
I did the same and run to catch up to him as he walked hastily away. “Is he really a member of The Dark? That can’t happen! He’s too kind and too swe– ” Matt interrupted me when he suddenly barked a laughter. “What the hell are you laughing for?” I demanded angrily. What was so funny?
“No. Nothing. I’m sorry.” He tried stifling his laughs, but it looked like he was having a hard time. I just frowned at him in confusion but kept quite nonetheless. The hell!
“Finally!” Someone exclaimed, and briskly walked towards us. I recognized him as someone from Matt’s band before, the big, bulky drummer of Black Forest. He looked like he was going to tackle Matt or something, but seemed to change his mind when he saw me. “Were you two together?” He asked Matt, looking so confused.
What’s wrong with us being together?
“Yeah. She made breakfast for me this morning.” Matt was smiling at him smugly. What does he mean by that?
“You did?” He looked at me, very surprised.
“That’s just because my aunt forced me to. Don’t get people assuming things!” I snapped.
The big dude raised a brow at Matt, and was grinning.
“Hi, I’m Joey Reynolds. But you can call me Joe.” He offered me his hand and I hesitantly took it.
“Uh, Wish Anderson.” I replied, not really sure what to say.
“Its nice meeting you, Wish. Can I call you Wish?” He grinned.
“Yeah. I guess.” I forced a smile, and let go of his hand.
“Does that mean I can call you Wish too?” Matt piped in, hopefully.
“No.” I quickly snapped, looking at him in irritation.
Joe laughed as Matt pouted. Matt actually pouted! He looked so adora– I mean, what a disgusting face he’s making!
“Come on, Wish. I’ll introduce you to the others.” He grinned at me as he led us to a van which has the windows on one side open, and had a tarpaulin of the food they offered below it. The front of the van had a couple of tables and chairs; more than half of which are occupied. The tables were shaded with the extended clothe from the roof of the van. We stopped just in front of the side window and the guy inside beamed at us.
“Hey Matt! You’re finally here! And you have someone with you…” He smiled at me pleasantly that I can’t help but smile back. “Hi there, I’m Nick. Nicolas Roberts”
“Just call me Wish.” I offered my hand to him over the counter. I remember him, he’s really talented in keyboards. When Matt said he and the guys, did he mean the Black Forest? Wow. “Nice meeting you, Nick.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.” He grinned.
“How come you let them call you by your first name, but you won’t let me?” Matt pouted beside me again.
I just ignored him and the other two when they snickered at him, and looked around for the last member of Black Forest. He was standing by the farthest table, and looked like he was getting the order of the couple occupying it. The couple looked like intimidated by him. Maybe I would too if I was in their shoes. He wasn’t smiling at all, and looked like he grew annoyed each passing second.
“I take it he was forced to come here?” I asked no one in particular, as I continued to frown at him.
“All of us were.” Joe sighed in exasperation. “But Ray’s in a bad mood because he hates dealing with people.” Seriously?
“Then why did you let him take orders? He’s scaring the costumers!” I asked them incredulously. What is wrong with this people!
I stalked towards him and took the paper and pen in his hand, pushing him aside and smiling pleasantly at the couple.
“Good morning! What can we serve you today?”
The couple sighed in relief as they slowly smiled at me and gave their orders. Ray just stood beside me, looking annoyed.
“Okay. So you’ll have two Big Mac Mackerel, one large Ring Fries and two pineapple juice. Is that all?”
“Yeah.” The girl smiled.
“I’ll be back with your orders.” I smiled back and pushed Ray back to the van.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ray demanded, looking so annoyed, as we stopped where the rest are.
“Stopping you from scaring your customers.” I said nonchalantly, handing Nick the orders. “And you’re welcome.” I said sarcastically. He glared at me. “If you don’t like being around people, you should’ve just helped Nick prepare the orders.”
“I would have. If someone didn’t get here late.” He scowled at Matt this time.
“Alright. Alright. I’m sorry.” Matt raised his hands, grinning sheepishly. “It’s all my fault, I’m sorry.”
“Were you working as a part-time waiter or something?” Joe asked me, ignoring Matt. “You were a natural back there.”
“Nah.” I smiled a little. “I guess I’m just good with people.” After dealing with a lot of different people for almost three years, I can’t not be. If I want to, that is.
“Would you like to help as out?” Matt smiled.
I considered for a minute. Well, he will let me have Patty’s Brownies later, so the least I can do is give a rest to my revulsion towards him, just for today at least; and he’s friends aren’t that bad. Plus I would be bored to death waiting for them with nothing to do.
Matt smiled at me genuinely. And I felt my heart skip a beat. What the hell was that?