The birthWalibi was still a bit embarrassed by the fact that Modesto just gave him a kiss. On the lips for crying out loud. He didn't like it at all. Although the quickness of he kiss was long enough to feel how soft and smooth Modesto's lips actually were.
It tasted vaguely like strawberry or something. He couldn't describe the flavour, but it tasted fruity. They finished their drinks and they talked some. Finally they left and they walked their way back to the train station.
Walibi was walking next to Modesto. He looked up to him and saw how his hair bounced with every step he took. Modesto held his helmet underneath his left arm and with his free hand he threw his hair out of his face.
Walibi looked better and he saw how Modesto's lips were shimmering in the light of the sun.
“Do you really were lip gloss?” Walibi asked while frowning. “No. It's lip balm. Why?” Modesto replied. “Strawberry?” Walibi said. “Cherry”, Modesto replied curtly.
Friends againIt was one long road to get to the club. Modesto marched determinedly his way over the uneven cobblestones. Like always, Vita stood outside to welcome the visiting guests. Modesto approached her but she reached her arm to stop him.
“Not so fast,” she said. “I'm not letting everyone in here.” “It's me, Vita. Modesto,” he replied and lifted up his sunglasses. “Oh, sorry, sweetheart,” she chuckled. “I didn't know it was you.” “That's because I'm incognito,” Modesto whispered. “Aha,” Vita whispered back and let him pass.
Modesto went inside and looked around. They were nowhere to be seen. No purple hair, no whiskers and fortunately, no Walibi. “If you're searching for Fibi, she's in the back room,” Vita suddenly said behind him.
“Thanks,” Modesto said gratefully and walked towards a narrow door which led to the back room. He opened it and there they were. Modesto's eyes glided from F
The kiss of blood“Just promise it,” Walibi replied. “Okay, I promise,” Squad said. “Let's confirm this promise with a kiss,” Walibi said with an almost sensual voice. “A KISS?!” Squad shouted. Did he really mean a kiss? That's the last thing he wanted to do, to give his brother a kiss on the lips … or … anywhere else for that matter.
Without saying anything further, Walibi left the room and went downstairs. He walked into the living room, rapidly followed by Squad. “Squad just promised, that he will be nicer to me for the rest of his life,” he said to his parents.
“Hey, you didn't say that,” Squad resisted. “By the way, what did you mean with a kiss?” he asked oppressed. “Isn't it obvious? I want that you confirm your promise, sealed with a kiss between brothers,” Walibi said mysteriously and frighteningly.
“A kiss of blood,” he added. He grabbed Squad's wrist and made with the knif
Disappointment breaksModesto and Walibi both just lose a very dear friend. Walibi lost Modesto as a friend and a caretaker, but he still had Haaz, Zenko and Fibi. Although, he wasn't very certain about that friendship. When they hear what he did to Modesto, maybe they start to dislike him too.
Because of the fact that Modesto sometimes did different varieties of meditation, was it easier for him to let go than it was for Walibi. He just took a deep breath and all the problems flew away from him.
Off course he was disappointed, but not as disappointed as Walibi. He went inside and to his room. He sat down behind his desk and took Charley's letter out of the drawer. Her wedding was just six days away.
He red the letter. The fact that he was able to see them again, cheered him up and he began to smile widely. Actually, he didn't need Walibi or his friends. He was also happy without them. He was rich, handsome, famous, loved by his parents. So technically he hadn't anything to complain about.
He red the letter
The apologyOutraged Modesto continued his way home. He couldn't believe that Walibi and he ever were friends, and that he cried his eyes out for that little piece of crap. His hand still hurt a little from the slap he gave him. But it was his own fault. If he didn't put a gun into his back he wouldn't have slapped him.
How did he get that gun? It's almost illegal to carry a gun with you, let alone when you're just fifteen years old. He suddenly had to think about Walibi's nightmare about him, where he turned into a beast and attacked the kangaroo. He just felt the same way of attacking him. If he had claws he would be able to tear him apart, what he really wanted to do right now.
If Walibi didn't want to leave the dark side, it was fine with him. He only cared about his friends, and since Walibi wasn't his friend anymore. This was not a fact of not liking him. It was a fact of deep and bitter hate. He hated him from the ground of his heart. And Modesto didn't hate someone very quickly. But when h