twenty eight

Third Person's POV

Upon waking, the young man Gulf reaches his arm to grope for the man sleeping next to him. But why does the bed feel so empty? He sat on the bed, trying to shed the sleep from his brain and to welcome the sunlight that has been dancing since the day broke. He looked around to find the man who should be welcoming his morning with his enchanting smile, along with the curves formed on his eyes which completes his day every single day. But he found no one. Even the kitchen is empty. He thought that this man is showering but when he went to check, there was none. The floor is dry, as well.

He sighed. 

"Where is P'Mew?" he murmured to himself. He looked for his phone hoping that his P'Mew left a message for him to see after he woke up, but only the image of the person he is looking for was there. His lock screen and his wallpaper. The other guy would leave a message for his boyfriend, even between his hectic schedule. It was the first time that Mew ever did that.

His brows pulled together and wrinkles are formed. He is getting annoyed. Well, who wouldn't be? He has no clue where his P'Mew has gone, leaving no note at that. 

"Just so you wait, giant. How dare you leave just like that!?" He kicked his slipper but it only hurt himself instead.

Gulf has started his day grumpy and knows for sure it will be for the rest of the day. He then decided to just went for a shower to cool him down. But it was the exact opposite. He found the perfect place to vent out his anger. Even the innocent water coming out from his shower made no exception to the temper of this overly annoyed young man. He kept cursing his P'Mew in his head. He has pulled his hair out of anger for how many times already. If only his toiletries could talk, they possibly have said Gulf has gone crazy. 

Even though he has finished showering, it didn't cool his burning head down a bit. He gets his uniform which annoyed him more when he found it is still in its bad shape, covered in crease.

"P'Mew, where did you put the iron?"

He forgot. His P'Mew is not there and he has no choice but to look for it himself. 

He finished ironing his uniform but it still looks like the same, a mess. He just can't focus. He is thinking of how he can get back at P'Mew for leaving him unannounced.

He slammed the door close and went to school already.

"Am I too early?" he mumbled to himself when he reached the school grounds. It was so quite. There are no students around. Even a late comer like him, is nowhere to be found.

"Shia. Am I too late?" he exclaimed when it crossed his mind that maybe they are all in their classes now. He run as fast as he could. When he reached his room, panting, he looked around. It feels so strange that even his classmates, including his two friends, Pete and Top, are not there.

"Is it a holiday?"

He fished out his phone from his pocket and checked the date. Clearly, it is not a holiday nor weekend. But where does everyone go, he asked himself. He run to the cafeteria, maybe that is where they are all gathered. But the chaotic cafeteria in a daily basis rather looked like a cemetery for its silence. No one is there. 

"What the hell is happening? Where is everyone?" 

He is confused and a little scared. It crossed his mind that maybe Pete and Top are pranking him. But he can't see why would they drag everyone into this.

He suddenly thought of the university gym. Maybe they are holding an assembly. But not a single soul is there. 

The fear has found it's fair space in Gulf's confused mind. It is clouding his ability to think. His feet maneuvered on its own and run everywhere to check every soul in the university. But nothing has changed, still the whistling sound of the wind is there.

He is all alone. 

His eyes glimmered with silvery tears, taking its time to run down his face. He felt his knees weak and fell on the ground. 

"P'Mew."

Amidst the incomprehensible situation, it was the only name he can call for help. It became his habit though, calling his P'Mew in every circumstance he is in. 

"P'MEW!!!" Even with the loudest cry, the person he is calling is still out of his reach.

He was stoned for a while and his pants are getting all muddy now. 

From where he is sitting, someone of the same physique as his P'Mew appeared. The only difference is that, the other guy has an extreme blinding light all over him, making him almost unrecognizable.

Gulf followed him with hopes of leading him to where everyone is.

But it took him just one step and then he felt like he is falling into a well with an endless boundary. It was scary. It keeps pulling and pulling and pulling him into the underworld or the whatnot.

A deep heavy breath, gasping, was heard and he is snapped back to his reality.

It is only a dream.

“Gulf, are you okay?”

The worried face of the man next to him surprised him as soon as his eyes opened.

They are now in a bus, sitting next to each other. Where are they going? Well, the football team has organized a camp. Gulf has mentioned it to the young man next to him and insisted of coming along. Everyone is welcome to attend as long as they are willing to do the prepared activities.

“Uhh~”

But the truth is he's not okay. He is more scared that time. Scared of the thought that he might actually wake up without the man he loves next to him in the future.

Mew's worried face can't get any more worried as he watch over Gulf who is obviously holding back himself to tell Mew that he had another bad dream. He doesn't want to add on his already full plate. But the other guy seems to be aware of it even without a word from him.

The double decker bus seems to be more alive now that they are on the road. The excitement makes everyone twitch on their seats as they sing along to the loud music.

“We will be arriving the site by afternoon and you can use all that time to unpack your things and enjoy the place. I will announce later our set of activities. For now, just sit back and relax, okay?” said by their coach who is extremely jumping in excitement.

“Are you cold? Wait, you look a little pale, Gulf? Are you okay?” Mew, on the other hand, noticed that the young man next to him is a bit uncomfortable.

“It's just motion sickness.” Gulf replied. Mew is more concerned to his sick boyfriend than joining the fun. It will take them another two to three more hours before they reach their destination. It was a lot for Gulf.

“Maybe you should just sleep until we get there.” Mew suggested and Gulf nodded.

Mew carefully placed the head of the sick man on his shoulder. He tries so hard to limit his actions not to wake him up. He can't help but to smile while he stares to the sleeping beauty resting on his shoulder. His brows are still knitted to each other while he sleeps. As much as he want to massage them to get rid of the wrinkles, he didn't dare to. He just want him to sleep soundly.

After hours of being on the road, finally they arrived at the camping site.

The houses scream nature life.

Everyone lined up with bags on their backs, some on their hands. They are given their designated rooms.

“Okay, listen. Unpack your things and do whatever you waaaaant, okaaaay?” The crowd scream in great excitement.

“Oh and here is New. He joined us last minute but who cares. He's with us now. Here's your room.”

Shock visited Mew and Gulf's faces. They never expected for him to come along.

New's presence alone give them a little bit of anxiousness.

What if he causes trouble?

What if he messes everything up?

They don't want to get associated with him, as much as possible. But lucky them, the room they are going stay in for the whole trip, is the same as the person's room whom they don't wanna get associated with.

It is all messed up now.

“Hi, roommates.” the unwelcomed party announces.