Hi!! It’s me, Sarah… Jefferson… If you didn’t remember. Hum… I was told you never pick up your phone. Guess, that’s true… It’s been a while since i’ve seen you around and i… I organise a party, at my house, for New Year’s Eve. And i’d like for you to come.
Under the illuminations still hung up in streets, John rang the bell for the fourth time. The cold infiltrated his coat despite his efforts to seal any potential entrance. All of his muscles worked in unisson to create warmth, causing confusion to his blatter. ‘Come on.’ he exhaled as he rang again. The door abruptly opened, revealing a young man in a black and white outfit. John, caught by surprised, made a step back as he saw Chris’s annoyed face. An urgent feeling brought him back to his senses and made him rush to the bathroom. Few minutes later, he stepped outside pushing his friend along with him. ‘Sorry, man. I really had to go. I was waiting in the cold, you know. No biggie.’ he said in hope Chris would feel a little bit guilty for making him wait that long. The latter stopped instantly, interrogating John with his eyes. ‘What?’ John asked. They stared at each other. ‘Sarah’s party. For New Year’s Eve? She called you. She left a message… You didn’t listen to it, did you? Of course, you didn’t.’ Chris stepped back in his house. ‘No, no, no. You’re coming.’ John said as he grabbed Chris by the arm and pulled him back in the freezing air. ‘She keeps on asking to see you ever since she’s out of the hospital. You’re coming so she’ll stop bothering me with that. And no need to sigh, let’s go.’
When they arrived at Sarah’s building, the sweet sound of Paul McCartney’s guitar came out of a window from the fifth floor. As they took the stairs, they noticed a note was put up on each floor, apologizing for any noises that might occur until dawn. A staircase below, voices and laughters could be heard through walls and door. John knocked then glanced at Chris, who clearly wasn’t thrilled to be surrounded by anyone at the moment. When the door opened, music and voices gasped for the air of the corridor as if they were breaking out. ‘You made it!’ Sarah exclaimed, a huge smile on her face, then stepped aside to let her guests in.
When he entered, Chris scanned the place. A small entrance was created with one of the bathroom’s wall, on the left, and gave to a large living-room where Charlotte and Malcolm were swinging remotes to a flat screen installed in front of them, entertaining the others. Facing the bathroom, a room was kept private behind a closed door. The common area was separated to the kitchen by a couch. Chris greeted generally everyone without interrupting the mood. As he was pulled to the kitchen, he caught Karen staring at him, then bobbed his head. She smiled back at him. Once alone, Sarah offered him a drink. Chris looked at it then at Sarah.
‘Don’t be so suspicious: none of us, here, drinks alcohol.’ She said, a smile on her face. She handed him the glass then waited for him to take a sip. ‘My father told me what you did.’ She paused. ‘And John filled some blanks.’ Chris glanced on his left: John looked back at him quickly. ‘I just want to thank you. I would be… I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. So…’ She skipped a beat, then put her arms around Chris, startled. As she held him longer than a simple hug, he slowly came out of his static posture and embraced her back. They stood still for a few seconds then she stepped back and looked at him straight in the eyes, an admiration in her look. ‘My father also told me who you are. Don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone. I’m a good secret keeper.’
Chris slightly nodded and watched her going back to the rest of her guests. His eyes traveled around the kitchen, thoughts spinning in his head.
‘You can trust her.’ A voice burst next to him. ‘Her family was neutral.’ Chris stared at John who handed him a controller. ‘It’s your turn.’ Behind John, Chris noticed the entire room laid eyes on him. Under the peer pressure, he grabbed the Wii remote, walked in the gaming zone and pressed the button ‘A’.
‘Ready to lose?’ His opponent said. As he glanced to his right, Karen smirked.
‘You wish.’ he replied in his breathe, a shy smile on his lips.
To be continued