Paparazzi(one-shot)
“I miss him!!” I scream internally. I can’t concentrate on the script I’m holding, not a single word stays in my mind even the simplest and shortest one. I close my eyes and told myself to concentrate on the piece of paper I’m holding and just for once forget that one person whom I’ve never seen for the past few days, besides I’m angry at him.
Yes we had a fight. And he started it. No matter how I explain things he just won’t listen. His so stubborn, he act like a 5 yrs. Old kid. Well I won’t waste my time arguing with him. If his stubborn, well so am I. Hmpf!!
Well it all started when me and an old high school “he” friend had bumped into each other and decided to have lunch together. Then the next thing I know is it’s already in the front page of every tabloid news paper and spread around the whole country the next day, Or maybe around the world through internet. (Ugh I literally repel technology now a day.) And why on all the time I had in the world, a paparazzi spotted me when I’m with an old guy friend and took a picture of us just when we hug each other. Why? I mean they could have just take a picture of me while I’m wearing a new dress or something, I’ll be willing to pose and smile for the camera.
And well, so that’s what happens. That night I receive a very (and when I say ‘very’ I mean it) angry phone call from who else, Jun. And then everything happens so fast. The next thing that happens is his knocking on my front door still angry. He told me that I should have just ignored my friend, by doing that there’ll be no lunch, no hugging (when he told me this part he is really furious and jealous) and no picture that’ll be publish nationwide or maybe I should say worldwide that will happen. Well I’m just being polite am I when I greeted my friend, I mean what will I do, walk past thru him and pretended that I walk in a blur and don’t really recognize the people I’m seeing in the street. Maybe there won’t be no picture of me hugging a guy but there’ll be an article being publish instead that’ll say “INOUE MAO, like to ignore old friends!” that’s not going to happen, never!
So that night is the last time I saw him. He left my flat without even saying goodbye. And since then we haven’t talk to each other ever again. Last night I tried calling him and make the first move cause at some ways I feel like it’s all my mistake, why will I hug a guy when I know perfectly I had a boyfriend, but then I’m just being polite right, so I put my phone back down and continue reading my book, but the whole night something in the back of my head is bothering me, GUILT maybe.
Three days had already passed since the incident, 72-hours of no Jun in my life, and I do not like it. I miss him; I really really really miss him. Maybe after my shoot I’ll go directly to his flat, from what I heard he doesn’t have work today and plans as well. Right I’ll apologize, and burn every news paper that has the picture of me and my friend and pretended that nothing happen. Right that will do, oh wait how about the copy of the picture in the internet...well I think I’ll have to deal with that later, or maybe l won’t let Jun use the computer ever. Great! Perfect that’s what I’ll do.
My phone suddenly rang that startle me and make me leap from my sit a little. I search for my bag and there is it my phone, my phone that’s been useless for 3 days. I reach for it with so much eagerness and open it. My heart literally stops for a second; there is it, in the caller id, Jun’s name. I was about to press the answer button, when something crosses my mind, what if his breaking up with me. His calling just to tell me that things are not working out for us. No, I was about to close my phone when my finger voluntarily press the answer key like it has a mind of its own. I stare at my phone for a moment then place the speaker slowly to my ears. “Hello...” I said reluctantly.
“I miss you...” I heard a soft voice saying. “Can we just stop fighting already...I can’t take it anymore...I miss you...”
Once again my hearts stop. At that moment I want to cry. I can feel something warm forming in my eyes. My grip is slowly loosening. God how I miss his voice, just listening to it makes me cry right now. Now I want to see him, hug him, and I don’t care if a paparazzi see us. Take as many pictures as they want; all I ever wanted is to be in his arms forever.
“Mao...” ah! I forgot I was talking to the phone.
“I miss you too...” was all I could manage to say; well that’s what I really feel right. I miss him and no one could change that.