‘Courtney! Courtney!! Are you in there? Courtney!!!
‘Yes, mom’ Courtney called from her room. ‘I’ll sleep just a little bit more and come out’
‘Philip’s on the line, and he says it’s urgent’
There was a pause. ‘Would you like to speak with him?’ Another pause.
‘Mom… ca_n_’ She was about to say something else when she broke down. Life had been playing quite a funny game on her these past few months. Philip is someone she’d never think she’d have to live without someday.
Love and friendship are two different experiences that leaves one either mended or broken. Friendship is a very powerful course, but could lose its potency in a matter of seconds. When those cords are broken, the aftermath could be unnervening. Love, on the other hand, leaves a very strange impression that people experience based on the strength of their commitment while it lasted. Some leave with so much hatred and disgust for their partner (hate wouldn’t exist without love), some would want nothing to do with love ever again, some leave with trust issues, some keep going no matter how tough the journey becomes. The root of all these lies within the expectations not met. In the end, broken relationship leaves despair that last longer that the exes could ever admit. They end up taking either the role of a victim or perpetrator in their next relationship, depending on how different their current partner is from their ex. Some people may decide to torment so they won’t be tormented, while some are just hopeless romantics. The true test of love lies in the torment you decide to bear for the sake of the beautiful times you can’t resist. This, to some, makes relationship a very vicious circle they are not prepared for, but who’s ever prepared for love? But, above friendship and love is a greater enigma, which is Courtney’s fate.
Courtney had been friends with Philip for so many years they could count it off as centuries. Their friendship was so beautiful they ate the same lunch and had the same hobby. They both loved Art. Courtney couldn’t play the Guitar but could play the Piano. Philip couldn’t play the Piano, but could definitely play the Guitar. They taught each other a lot of things. They had misunderstandings too. They were best friends, of course. Such misunderstandings, however, always left them laughing hysterically. Courtney’s mum rushed into the living room once thinking they were at each other’s throats, just to find out out they were arguing which cast played their role better in a movie they just saw together.
‘I love it better when you wear faded jeans’ ‘Ewww!!! How could you even think that? Cargo pants are the best’ ‘America’s got better plans than Japan’ ‘Japan rocks full-time’ ‘You know I prefer Burger to Pizza’ ‘Go get married if you want to eat what you prefer’ ‘You can’t drop that there. You are so dirty’ ‘Dirtier than your room?’ and so on.
Philip’s friend, Mike, invited them to his Parents’ Anniversary once. While the friends were having a time-out in the living room playing Chess, Philip made a bad move, against Courtney’s advice, which resulted in Mike’s team winning. Philip looked up at Courtney and she said ‘That was an obvious move. It’s common sense’ Philip replied, ‘I guess you’d have played better, Miss smarty-pants’ Before he could retrace his steps, she retorted ‘I’d have lent you some sense if you had asked’ Mike was the first to start laughing, then others in the group joined him. They were having fun and thought it would last so long. ‘Yea, right! If you are not careful, I’ll take the sneakers I gave you yesterday back’ Philip said jokingly. ‘Oh no! Please, don’t! You know mum’s not at home, so it’s the only thing left for me to eat’ she rolled her eyes and shook his head with her hands ever so lightly. Philip simply gave up.
He had his own moment of shine the next week when they both attended a Seminar together. Courtney had blackmailed him into following her since, according to her, he had nothing better to do. He fought, but she won. She reminded him of the day before when he had called her by 9pm to drive all the way to the next town to pick him up. She had been working on her Seminar paper, but obliged him. After all, she couldn’t not.
From the time she climbed the stage to present her paper to the time she stepped down, Philip kept making winky dinky faces he knew she’d never be able to resist, at her. She tried so much to not laugh, but when he threw his middle finger in his nose and made that surprised face as though he couldn’t tell if there was something in there or not, she squeezed her face. He noticed she was looking and let out a very low laugh with a funny face, then she totally lost it. When she tried to cover up her laughter with a fit of cough for the sake of the public, he snuck out the room with a satisfied look on his face.
‘Are you alright’ came Mrs. Samson from the Sitting Room. Silence. ‘Courtney seems to still be asleep. I’ll let her know you called’ She said into the telephone. The caller must have said ‘okay’ because she said ‘thank you’ and hung up.
‘Whatever transpired between these two must be heavy’ she thought to herself.
(to be continued…)