6. Closet
"So, I've decided to go to next summer's live." Jersey balls his fists and slams them to Parka's desk as soon as the lunch break bell rings.
The blue-haired boy only responds with an 'okay' while casually taking off the glasses he usually wears during class. Before he can hang them on his uniform pocket as usual, Jersey has grabbed his hand, preventing it from moving. "Hey, why don't you give me a more enthusiastic response?" The blonde demands.
"Technically speaking, that has nothing to do with me," he explains.
"But I bought a ticket for you."
"You what?!"
Okay. He's used to be dragged into whatever Jersey's into (which is idols and only idols, actually), but never that far. Live tickets don't fall from the sky, so how did his I-don't-even-have-money-for-meal friend managed to get hold on more than one of them?
"Oh, let's just say I'm paying you back for the bananas," he explains, nose high in the air. "Besides, it's about time for you to join in… Don't think I didn't notice it, Parka."
Parka can't hide his shock, his face is clearly showing it. To be honest… To be honest, thanks to Jersey's constant babbling and chattering, he couldn't just stay and listen to what the blonde is saying—he needed to know what the hell he's actually talking about. What isn't needed is actually falling for it (in a way). And unluckily, he did. He wonders how his life had been going without being aware with the wonder of idolizing idols. It's just, it's a whole other world, a place he never was, something that he never ever imagined before.
Oh wow, the great Parka, the one who constantly rejects thousands of girls' confession in such a nonchalant cool way (you get what I mean?), has finally submerged into this circle of idol hell? Just, wow.
No. Actually, fuck it. It's not funny. It'd be much better if he found it out by himself without any… involvement of Jersey. It's so uncool, really, to be lured to the hellish heaven by someone who is no less an otaku of all things. And now the said guy is snickering at him somewhere in the background.
Fuck it.
Jersey pushes the bridge of his glasses, managing to make the glare from the lamp reflect on the lenses, concealing his eyes completely. What's not antagonistic from that?! Then with a very mocking face (not to mention it's disturbing him so much), Jersey leans forward to his ear, saying something in a hushed manner. "I never thought that you're into the big-boobs type. That is such a shocking revelation."
"Wait what—you know that far?!"
Ah. And of course, Parka's not denying it.