Re-Caffeinated Soul

This chapter is mainly a play on the relationship of the Dessler (both the Real Life and their AU counterpart).  Yes, this is just a writing exercise and therefore prone to mad ideas, grammatical errors and author’s slashy delusions.  The story kind of evolved from the Real Life Carlos’ hate of traveling.  Click for parts Four, Three, Two and One.

Again, the usual disclaimer: The following literary blurb is purely fictional (Except the fact that I wrote this when I had too much consumption of chocolates and Coca-Cola).  The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous men according to their fangirls/fangays/fanbros and those who have good taste in men.  Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental.

Carlos was reading a book in his bed when he turned his head to see Daniel standing in front of him with a silly grin.

“Hey Carlos!”

“Uh, what is it this time, Dan?” Carlos started to get nervous. He now wished he would have shared the room with Sam or Paul and not Daniel especially the one on meds.

“D’you wanna go hit the town with me?”

“Where?”

To his surprise, Daniel jumped excitedly on his bed like a child.

“I want to go the theme park! Please Carlos, take me there! Please? Please?” while batting his eyelashes.

Carlos swallowed quite hard. Shit, the theme park. As a child, his father once took him there and he never quite liked the experience. Especially that time at the rollercoaster…

“Well you can go there on your own, Daniel. You’re way past legal, driving and drinking age.”

“C’mon Carlos, you’re my bestfriend! I want you to go with me!”

Carlos was stunned at the moment. On his normal self, Daniel never openly declared that to him. Yes, they may have a bit of disagreements whenever Daniel displaces the chair when he tidies their room or when his cigarette ashes spill on the bedside cabinet between their beds but Carlos has to admit to himself that as far as he can remember, Daniel is the only person outside his immediate family who have managed to put up with his OCD.

But still, he decided to say no.

“Aaaaw, please Carlos!”

“No, Daniel,” Carlos answered firmly as he tried to go back to his reading, “if you still want, you can wait for Paul and drag him instead with you. I got an essay to write about—”

he stopped abruptly when he noticed Daniel’s footwear. It’s the usual white shoes he wore. But he’s wearing two different colored socks. One is navy blue and the other is grey.

“Daniel, your socks are mismatched,” he pointed out. “Change them please.”

Daniel looked down and then a naughty grin crept to his face.

“I will change them Carlos—if you’ll agree to go with me.”

“No, I won’t go with you and that’s that!”

“Then I’m not changing my socks then.” Daniel smiled as he moved down to the foot of Carlos’ bed.

Carlos cursed under his breath. He remembered that if Daniel wants something from him, all he has to do is to tilt the picture frame in their room and wear mismatched clothes. After all, it takes an OCD to win over an OCD.

“Alright then,” he sighed with defeat.

“Yay! Thanks, bestfriend!” Daniel jumped to hug him before Carlos could push him away.

—————-

Carlos turned his head to one direction, then to the other.

The theme park was a bit crowded at that time and mostly filled with young school children and their parents.

In the midst of the noises of children screaming and running around, there he is, a Political Science university student with well styled angular black hair and wearing a dark windbreaker, black pants and shiny black Doc Marten boots, looking so out of place.

And Daniel is missing.

“Shit, shit, where the hell are you Daniel?” he muttered angrily as he looked around.

He heard the sound of the joyous melody usually indicating the cotton candy stand.

He was about to turn to the opposite direction when the corner of his eye saw something.

At the cotton candy stand, among the crowd of small children stands Daniel looking excitedly as the cotton candy vendor handed him the largest pink cotton candy ever seen.

Daniel handed over the money to the vendor and afterwards, peeled a few bits of cotton candy.

“Hey mister,” one boy, possibly 9 years old, “aren’t you too old to eat cotton candy?”

“Nope,” he answered indifferently as he began to eat.

“I think you’re one of those retards!” the boy shouted back. Several children giggled.

Carlos came over.

“Hey Dan, I’ve been looking all over for you. Let’s go.”

Daniel just nodded as he was too busy eating the cotton candy.

“Yeah, take your retard brother with you, Mr. Vampire,” the boy yelled back at Carlos before laughing boisterously. Several children also joined with the laughter.

Carlos felt his face flush with anger. He went near the boy and looked down at him in an intimidating fashion.

“Look here, fatty. As much as I’d like to drink your blood, I’m afraid all I can suck out of you are the grease from the burgers and fries you stuff your mouth with. Why not grab yourself a big cup of Shut the Fuck Up instead?”

The children went dead silent and the boy went pale with fear.

Carlos led Daniel by the elbow and as they are about to leave, Daniel turned to the kids and stuck out his pink cotton candy-stained tongue at them.

———————-

They’ve already walked quite a distance and Daniel had almost eaten all of the cotton candy when he suddenly stopped.

Carlos who was walking ahead of him, sensed this and looked back.

“What is it?”

He was hoping that he’s only dreaming or Daniel is really staring at the rollercoaster running fast on its rails with people screaming. Shit.

“Carlos, I want to try that.”

Carlos grimaced in horror. No. Not the rollercoaster please.

“I-I don’t have the money…” his voice faltering.

“Oh, don’t worry! I still have enough money here with me. I’ll treat you.” Daniel smiled and then dragged Carlos with him to the ticket booth.

In one part of the theme park ground.

“Dad, I’m kinda scared.” said one boy.

“Don’t worry son,” the man smiled, “it’s a rollercoaster. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“Dad, I don’t think I want to ride that.”

“Don’t worry Timmy, look everybody is enjoying it.”

The rollercoaster passed by over their heads trailed by a man’s loud high-pitched scream:

“HEEEEELPMEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!!!!!”

The man and his son looked up momentarily before the man spoke up again:

“Well, I mean, most people are enjoying it.”

——————

The clock at the living room struck 9pm.

“So, you and Dan went to the theme park huh?” Paul asked as he lit a cigarette.

Carlos, lying face down on the sofa, replied with a muffled, “Uh huh.”

“It was great, Paul!” Daniel spoke enthusiastically while munching a pack of gummy bears, “I’ve always wanted to go there and earlier today, I managed to get there! Finally! And I even got to ride the rollercoaster with Carlos!”

“Carlos?”Paul asked but Carlos only replied with muffled groan.