Chapter 3
The rain started to die, and it was only drizzling. Jack and Clochette were sitting on a sofa, and Jeff was sitting on another one. All of them were watching Jackass 2 together while waiting for the rain to halt – or rather, wait until a certain level where it won’t soak them while walking in the rain with just a few footsteps. Clochette were in Jack’s arms, and she was leaning against his broad and muscular chest. She looked towards her left; and looked out of the window.
“Guys! It’s drizzling now!”
Jeff looked, and jumped out of his sofa and shouted, “Booya! Aight, who wants some grub? I was hungry, and I’m still hungry!”
“Why don’t you run towards the closest restaurant and grab something to eat yourself? I’ll meet you there with the car.”
“Yo! What you sayin, man?! You some kinda racist or what?! Or are you just plain re-tarded to notice that the closest food outlet is like a few kilometres away?! Goddamn it, Jack. How the fuck did you pass Maths?!”
“Firstly, I doubt any of this has to do with Maths. In terms of kilometres and the location of the closest food outlet, I think this would be related to Geography. Which you happen to ace in, by the way”
“Damn it! I told you, man! No givin’ me them fancy “literature wordplay” when I’m with an empty stomach! You don’t wanna mess around with a bald dude when he’s got an empty stomach!”
“Oh? Well, save that energy up, man. Don’t beat the shit out of me, but save it up for the distance you’re gonna be walking.”
Clochette giggled, “Hey guys. Chill. We’re all hungry, so why don’t we go get something to eat now? Besides, at this rate, we won’t get that wet,” she said, as she used her right hand to slap on Jack’s strong chest lightly, “Sweetie, go get the keys, will you? I’m hungry too,”
“You got it, baby,” said Jack with a sweet tone and a charming smile.
Jeff grunted, “Now, how come she says something simple like that, and you go runnin’ off to get the damn keys?”
“Simple. She was polite, and you weren’t,”
“Fool! You sayin I’m not polite?!”
“Explain why I didn’t get the keys.”
“Because you’re one arrogant mother fucker, that’s why!”
“So what if I am? Explain why Elena left you?”
A brief moment of silence settled upon them.
“Aight, fool. You win. Just go get the damn keys, will ya? Geez, it’s so friggin’ hard to get some food to eat nowadays with y’all around.”
Jack turned stopped, turned around and stared at Jeff after he squealed his last few words.
“.. I’m just sayin, man.”
“You’d better be just sayin’, man.”
Jack went into his room, and he felt his headache’s pressure building up again in his head, “Ugh.. This is plain torture.. How long more is this going to last..?” He shook his head vigorously and the pain was reduced. He focused himself after the headache, and he managed to see his room properly. On the table beside the bed, which he stood in front of, were the keys to his car. He took it, along with some money beside it and kept it in his pocket. Before he left, he took a glance of the a framed picture. Taken along with Clochette behind him in a grassy field, giving the widest smile he has ever seen. He put his thumb on the picture; tracing Clochette’s chin, and smiled. “What would I do without you, baby?”
Remembering all the times, how his girlfriend was always there for him, no matter what problems they were. Somehow, most of them were related to his frequent series of headaches. In fact, he nearly died because of the unbearable pain – if it wasn’t for Clochette, who brought him to the hospital. He was in a coma for 2 weeks, and Clochette was right by his side everyday without fail. He didn’t know, until Jeff told him. While he was vulnerable, his guardian angel was there to take care of him.
Suddenly, a faint feminine yell snapped him out of his thoughts, “Jack?”
“Yeah, sweetie?”
“Fool! Who the hell do you think you’re calling sweetie, white ass? I’m hungry man! What’s the matter? You got car keys stuck up your ass now? Or you were too hungry till you ate them or what!? Come on man! I hate babysitting a bitch who’s not mine at all!!”
Jack sighed, “Coming, Jeff.”
“I think I know why you got the name Jack, Jack-Ass. Goddamn, you arrogant bastard! Leavin’ your main beee-yatch for me to look after while we’re all starvin’ to death!? Some fuckin’ sweet-ass boyfriend, you are!”
“I’m seriously going to chop and slice your balls one day, if you don’t shut up, Jeff!”
“Try me, Mr. I-Love-Stalling-My-Friend-And-Bitch-When-They’re-Hungry! And yeah, you will, after I assassinate Osama Bin Laden, that is!”
Jack walked into the living room and groaned. He saw Jeff giving him a stare that he sees everyday, and Clochette, covering her giggles, listening to the debate session between two close friends.
“Come, let’s go. I just realised I’m starving too.”
Together, they left the unit, locking up their doors and padlocks, only then they proceeded to the elevator. Once again, the three of them are facing the same daily problem – looking for a place to have dinner. Jeff was the type of guy, who’s a freak for Chinese food, and he would usually have it 5 times averagely in a week, and he wants to have it again on that day. Clochette, on the other hand, would be into Japanese sushi, since they’re delicious, yet based on low fat due to eating them raw. Jack, would just stay as the middle man, and agree to wherever they would want to go because he’s the driver. But then again, he would appreciate it if they gave him a chance to experience his favourite steaks again.
“I’m tellin’ you, there’s no way I am gonna have sushi again! That shit never keeps you full and it’s a waste of money!”
“Come on, Jeff. You know it yourself that the instant noodles they cook contains chemicals that will clog up your veins one day! It’s bad for health”
“You and your stupid crap health talk. Jack, where the fuck are we going for dinner?”
“Uh, how about we go have some steak at The Slaughter House?” answered Jack.
Jeff stared at Jack with his wide eyes again, “The Slaughter House? That’s even worse! We’re on BUDGET, Jack! Steaks costs a bomb,”
Clochette continued after Jeff, “Yeah! And besides, the artificial colouring that they use to make the steaks look fresh would..”
Jack sighed again, and letting them resume their debate, but this time, against Jack’s decision. He always knew that when it comes to food decisions, he would never win. They got out of the elevator, and headed straight for Jack’s car. Yet, they have not finished deciding on whatever they wanted to eat. Jack started his car, reversed out from his parking lot, and headed straight for the entrance. Finally, Clochette gave in to Jeff, and they were heading towards the closest Chinese food outlet in Chinatown.
The rain 
