-Salute, Damian! Have you got matches? – asked blond guy with a cigarette behind his ear.
-Oui. You are late. I was almost killed by a hobo while waiting for you! I had to act like mentally retarded just to get rid of him!
- Oh, c’mon! Stop twiddling your thumbs and start exercising! Look at you! You’ve become bony! Bring Madam Richard next time, she’s gonna protect you for sure!
-Piss off!
-Fiiiine! But I wasn’t joking about you becoming bony…
-Sebastian, enough! Stop saying this to me, please! – begged Damian.
- Okay! Let’s go to the lake. They say it’s nice there at night. By the way I’ve got some Absinthe..
-I think it is too strong for me. But I can try if you want… - whispered Damian and went forward.
They were silently walking to the lake, passing through bizarre tree trunks, stepping on wet grass, listening to the songs of wild birds. The garden was filled with thick fog. Damian was scared.
-Sainte Vierge Marie! Why the hell I’ve never been here at night?! Let’s stop here.- exclaimed Sebastian and opened the bottle.
-Wow! Amazing place! Well done, Seb! – said Damian, smiling.
- Here. Try it. Maybe it’s too strong for you, but stars will immediately become bigger and you will have a chance to see those thing which you’ve only dreamed of…
-Mmmm. Par exemple..?
-Try it! And tell me! This drink is mysterious, Damian! – magically replied Sebastian and tapped his friend’s shoulder.
Damian took the bottle with trembling hands and did 3 insecure sips.
-Wooah, boy! You did fine for the first time!
- Jeez! I feel sooo insaneee. – giggled, already groggy Damian.
Silence. Frog’s croaking tickles the air. Lavender scent is everywhere.
-Hey, Dam, do you remember us in the childhood playing ‘hide-n-seek’ game with Michelle? That daredevil-girl who always had a dead rat in her pocket?
-Oui. I think so. Why?
-Damn, Damian…You should have seen her now…So fragile and beautiful… She smells like lemon ice-cream. Michelle came to our school just two weeks ago, but I’ve already...
-Sebastian, I…
-Her hips are so..
- Ahem, I want to say something..
-Juicy scarlet lips…
-Well.. I…
-Michelle! What a lovely name. I’ve never thought that such a daredevil-girl would turn into such a lady. Mademoiselle Michelle! – whispered Sebastian,emphasizing letter ‘L’. He was head to toe into his dreams, immersed in the night mist.
-What time is it? I’ve promised my mother to be at home at midnight…
-Dudeee! You are 18 already! What the hell is “being at home at midnight”?!. It is just 11:23 pm. Relax, baby Damian! Hahahaha!
-Seb, stop…
Silence.
For the next 30 minutes Sebastian enthusiastically shared his plans and ideas for future, describing in details how he is going to quit smoking and marry Michelle. He finished Absinthe himself. Damian didn’t say anything . Just listened. From time to time hot tears were streaming down his cheeks.
-Oh well! It is 12:20! Time to be home, baby Damian. Hahahaha. Pardonne moi! – cried Sebastian, barely standing.
-Mon cher ami, you are drunk…How will you get home?
-That’s because of this freaking Absinthe! I hope I’ll find the way. If not – gonna sleep on the bench with hobos… hahahaha!
-Uhm…Okay then..Good luck, my… Sebastian! – replied Damian sadly and hugged his friend.
-Au revoir! Say hello to Madame Richard! Hahhahaha!
Damian has almost reached exit, when suddenly heard familiar voice: “Damian, wait! Wait!!”. Sebastian was chasing after him.
-What?
- I remembered! Remebered! Mon ami, you wanted to tell me something.. But I couldn’t hear you… I was far away in dreams..Now tell me! I am all at your command! – insisted drunk friend and nearly fell over.
- I…I…Yes…Wanted…But.. I…
-TELL.ME!
- I wanted to say that I…
-TELL ME YOU BASTARD OR I’LL HIT YOU! SWEAR TO GOD!
- I wanted to say that… I love you, Sebastian!
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