What could the blond know about Carlos? Did she really know where he was? Jay wasn't overly curious about this Hamda guy, but he was very concerned about Carlos and if that petite blond knew anything about Carlos then Jay wasn't going to put his pride first. Carlos was the number one person in his life, and he wasn't going to lose him over some petty fight. A fight that really didn't make sense at all and just confused the hell out of him, but a fight nonetheless.
He slid right into the chair turning perfectly flipping open Carlos' laptop cursing when the brat had a password on the device. What could possibly be the idiot's favorite word in the world? Honestly, the gravy haired maniac honored many words in his vocabulary. The first thing that popped into mind was Dude. Slowly, Jay typed in the word and awaited the loading before he was rejected with the words "invalid password". He nearly threw the electronic out the window.
What could possibly be Carlos' favorite word? Could it be Jay's name. It was worth a try, and he typed his name right onto the screen that soon blacked out with tiny dots. Soon, the same words popped up and Jay was furious that he wasn't Carlos' favorite word. Then, he realized something. Maybe, just maybe the word wouldn't be something loved, but something the boy truly hated. Before even thinking it through, Jay pressed the cases that spelled out Lucky. He pressed enter astounded that he was in full access of all the features that the device could offer.
It wasn't all the strange that Carlos' used a word he hated. The mutt did ruin his mother's whole evil plans sending her and indirectly her own son straight to the lost isles. Jay shook his thoughts knowing full well he had no time to ponder over such things. He was computer illiterate and the task at hand needed his full attention. He went for the bottom part of the screen with the scroller scowling when he hit the wrong picture loading something that Carlos must have been working on before he left.
Jay gaped at the words. The deep, bold letters inscribed on the screen – Dear Diary 239. He turned his head thinking fully about what he was about to do. He was about to enter the world of Carlos' mind. The one thing he always wanted and the one thing he always feared. He gulped feeling the lump stick in his tanned throat. If Carlos found out, which he wouldn't but if he did, he would kill Jay. Possibly burst into tiny embers with embarrassment, but he would be so enraged. And Jay couldn't help but think of that as an initiative. He liked a feisty Carlos.
Once more, he cleared the lump out of his throat turning his full attention back to the screen. Oh, who the hell cared anyway. Live life, die hard. He scrolled down as if a pro beaming at the screen as it stared back:
It's not like Jay cared much anyway if I cheer him on or not. He just gets frustrated with me when I try to interfere with him and the ladies. But I cheer anyway, not because he's my best friend, or even the fact that he's a big hunk of - anyway… I cheer because he's there for me when I need the most support. Actually, while on the subject of support. I've noticed it a lot lately. I think that Jay supports me more than I support him. I need to seriously do some thinking. How can I help him in anyway… I am just in his way all the time. I think…I can't believe I'm about to type this. I think he needs a girlfriend in his life.
Jay paused furiously. Why would Carlos think something like that? It wasn't any of his damn business if he got a girlfriend or not. He inhaled frantically getting off that page. He was at the home screen blinking at the picture. Carlos and him spread out across the screen with a couple other team members. All of them smiling and horsing around. The picture was more focused on him and Carlos though. Their arms linked together with Carlos' hair damp and so cute. His eyes locked onto Jay's own. Both of them smiling not even caring about the picture being taken. Just that they were the only two in the world. Or so Jay put it in his mind. Ah, he seriously needed to focus.
Finally, after much dawdling, he clicked on the right button going straight to the search engine they call google. He typed in the name "Hiroshi Hamda" pressing enter immediately after. Google corrected him showing the actual name, and he quickly obliged to the correction finding much information about this so called hero. And so his journey began on the interwebs.
The space was black and oddly felt damp even when he knew there was no water seen or heard. He just saw darkness. When he tried looking at his hands, he could feel his body move, but he could not see his body parts. His hands, arms, chest, and feet were not in view. All the things that should have been seen by his eyes, he couldn't see. What could have happened after Gaston strung the strangely familiar necklace to his face?
The object was pulled directly from the older males pocket as if it were meant for decoration, "I bare a gift, Carlos. Will you accept?"
Carlos' face reddened, and he couldn't help but to put clenched hands over his mouth coughing embarrassingly. The thought of Gaston: his "hero", deity, founder of newly discovered hate, and so on so forth was directly in front of him giving him a necklace. It held an odd presence about it, but Carlos could only nod in anticipation not knowing what Gaston planned to do with it. Would he place it directly onto his neck or wait for Carlos to hold out his hand for a formal transfer? But as if all his dreams crumbled before his eyes, Gaston said something quite familiar even he knew:
L'amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie.
And before he knew it, the dangling necklace and words disappeared along with him. The simple fact the those words meant misfortune indeed.
And now here he was in a space unknown and empty. He wanted to cry, but his emotions felt inexistent. He could not form words or think clearly. Especially when he tried thinking about where he knew that necklace from. The feeling felt strong on his tongue, but his mind just couldn't oblige to the word.
He really wanted to speak. He thought hard about his choice of word but the only one that came to mind, he had hoped he would forget. Even though he wanted to forget, he decided to speak out.
"Jay," The word just rolled off his tongue as if it were meant to be placed on his lips, on his mind, and in his heart.
He missed Jay. Why did he have to get angry over something so trivial? And then a miracle happened, a tear fell from his cheek into the dark void. He smiled realizing he was starting to show emotion.
Jay snored while leaning back in Carlos' chair while his arms spread like an eagle wide to the side. He jolted forward when he felt a liquid drop onto his face. He touched the liquid weirdly tasting it knowing instantly it was a tear. He looked around to make sure no one had been watching him while he was sleeping, but he didn't see anyone in the vicinity. He then looked at the computer realizing he had fallen asleep while looking at Carlos' computer diary.
He yawned waking up fully wondering how he had fallen asleep. And as if on a timer, he clearing the fog and realizing he found information on the blonde's dad rushing out the chair shaking his head. How could he forget to do something so important? This was about Carlos after all!?
Mariea snickered outside the window of the boys' dorm. Jay would soon know the truth.