| Fan Fiction |
by mango
There are only two things in the entire world that Bosco Wong found beyond ridiculous. One, for him to have survived three days without an opposite gender to accompany him throughout the night and secondly, Sammul Chan indulging himself in romance novels. Yes, absurdity.
He stood by the door way, shaking his head, left to right and back again. Leaning slightly backwards, Bosco stole a glance at the small crowd that was in the living room. Even from where he was standing, Bosco could hear the giggles, laughter and boisterous screams. Then, he turned back to Sammul, alone by himself in the study room, reading a book. Oh, the joy. Bosco approached his friend and slapped the book out of Sammul’s hand, rather aggressively. “Not a good time for romance fiction.” He invited himself to the empty seat beside Sammul.
His pair of glasses slid down as he pushed it back up. Sammul stared at Bosco with a disapproving look. “They don’t need my help as you can see and apparently, I don’t see you doing anything productive either.” With that said, he managed to snatch the book back.
“Sammy boy, in a span of 5 minutes, I was able to pacify two raging tigers,” he praised himself, full of confident.
“By ‘raging tigers’, you meant those that you two-timed?” Sammul kept his eyes fixated upon the novel’s content.
“If you put it that way.” Bosco shrugged nonchalantly and gave Sammul an odd look.
Sammul could feel the radar that Bosco’s eyes was exuding. “What?”
“No, don’t you find this, I don’t know, weird?” Bosco crossed his arms.
“What? The fact that you don’t have a date tonight? Yes,” he replied bluntly with a grin.
“Your humor’s not getting to me,” he answered with a frown. “What’s strange is the fact that you, Sammul Chan, part of the ‘Blooded’ gang, Raymond Lam’s right hand man, take interest in romance novels?”
He shut the book closed and placed it down on to the wooden coffee table and removed his glasses. “Unlike you, whose hobbies is to flirt, date and dump, I prefer to enjoy a quiet life.” He eyed the book as he said so.
Bosco bursted out laughing. “You and I both know damn well that won’t happen.” Sammul knew what Bosco said was, in fact, the truth.
“Yeah. Didn’t Raymond tell you to hang the streamers?” Sammul observed the untouched rolls of party streamers.
“He asked me. I refused.” Bosco shrugged and then deeply frowned.
“Least you could do is help him. If he was here, I doubt he’d ask for your help,” reasoned Sammul.
“Ah-hmm.”
Sammul sighed, defeated with Bosco’s indolence as he got up on his feet, making way toward the brown box where the decorations were kept.
“Thanks, Sam.” Bosco grinned slyly as he lay down unto the couch, shutting his eyes. “Wake me up when you’re done, will ya?”
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Tavia Yeung didn’t know whether or not she should be in a state of joy or bawling her eyes out. In fact, she did not have much to say. Excitement? She didn’t have much; however, she was grateful for his consideration, but for her birthday wish, she only had one thing in mind – to receive a call from Ron, for him to wish her a ‘Happy Birthday, Tavia’ because she simply could not spend it with him this year. She had waited the whole day, always keeping her phone visible, lest he called.
She received absolutely nothing. When her hopes had almost vanished, the phone vibrated and made a ‘buzzing’ sound against the mahogany desk. Her heart leaped when she caught sight of the caller ID. Indeed, it was him. A bright smile spread across her face.
“Hello?” She spoke into the receiver with such excitement that it could not go unnoticed by anyone. There was no response from the other line. Her smile slowly turned into a frown. She could hear it, the loud noises in the background--the blaring music, screams of the drunken, she could already picture the bar that Ron was at. “Ron? Ron? Are you there?” She desperately cried for his attention.
“Augh…” he groaned.
“Are you okay?” She panicked.
“..ple~ase…Ber-r-nice~~” his words slurred, making it slightly difficult to figure out what he was saying, but she could – she did.
“T-this is Tavia..” she corrected, saddened by the fact that he could still not forget her deceased friend. 2 years and he still couldn’t. Her eyes moistened without acknowledgement.
“Sor~ry…fa..ult…m-ine…don’t..kill---” he started but then was cut short. She heard some shuffling from the other side, the techno music roared loudly and suddenly, the phone was filled with another man’s voice and she recognized who it was, Kenneth Ma--Ron‘s right hand man just as how Sammul was Raymond’s.
“Sorry, Tavia. This is Kenneth,” Kenneth spoke loudly into the phone.
“Kenneth,” she gulped. “Ron, he..”
“Yeah, don’t worry about him too much. He just got himself drunk..you know, it’s Ron. I’ll take care of him. By the way, happy birthday. You have a good one,” Kenneth congratulated, but really what was there to congratulate when you’re becoming a year older?
“I..understand…does he..have anything to say to m—“ Tavia stopped short when she heard yet another ‘beep’ coming from the phone, indicating that she had someone waiting on the other line. She already knew who it was. “I…I’ll see you then. Good-bye.” Tavia ended the call with Kenneth, only to find herself starting a new conversation with the other line.
“Good evening, love.” His deep yet sultry voice echoed into her ear. She could not deny that it was pleasing to hear him.
“Good…evening,” she hesitated, gulping down her nervousness.
“Are you okay? You don’t sound…fine,” he asked with concern.
“Y-yeah…I am. I’m ju—“
“They are following us?” Tavia sat frozen in her seat as she listened to him. It was obvious he was not talking to her, she could only faintly hear him as if he was talking to someone in the background.
“Boss, why are they following us? Are they trying to rui—“
“No,” Raymond replied sternly as Tavia listened with utter interest. She tried to get every word he spoke into her brain, but could barely, he was almost whispering.
“R-Raymond? Hello?” Tavia muttered into the phone, wondering if he was still there for all she could hear was…silence.
“Yes, love. I’m here. Everything’s fine. Give me a second,” he assured, but she wasn’t so convinced for the next thing she heard was a gunshot, followed by what sounded like the screeching of tires.
“Aww fuck.” It was not Raymond, but whoever it was in the passenger seat, Tavia figured. Her brows creased into a frown, her lips a grim line. What in the world was going on the other side?
His voice was back on the line. “Would you mind putting Bosco or Sammul on the line?”
“I…o-okay..” she stuttered, but rushed downstairs. Luckily, Tavia found Bosco and Sammul both in the study room.
“Oh, hi Tavia. Happy Bir—“ Sammul smiled warmly, but Tavia cut him off.
“I think…something happened to Raymond. Is he in trouble?” Tavia muttered as she extended the phone to Sammul. He eyed it, puzzled yet took it from her anyway. She caught a glimpse of Bosco who had became fully awake when she mentioned ‘trouble’.
“Ray, this is Sammul,” he spoke seriously into the phone as Bosco jerked onto his feet and listening attentively to what Sammul was saying. So was Tavia. “No, I had no idea.” Tavia caught the glare Sammul gave Bosco in which he only returned with a perplexed expression. Sammul then turned to Tavia while nodding his head. She swallowed her saliva. Were they talking about her? Did they find out? She wanted to know. “Yes, I know. I’ll take her there.” Pause.” Okay.” Sammul snapped the phone shut and handed it back to Tavia.
“Is something wrong?” She questioned.
He gave her a small grin. “Nothing, it seems like we’ll be moving your birthday party to a more…secure place.” Secure place. What did he mean by that, she wondered. “Why don’t you go and pack up a few things?”
“Why?”
“Just in case. Who knows when the party will end? We might just end up staing there for the night. Get up, Bosco.” Sammul’s tone became slightly harsher as he directed the last comment towards Bosco. Sammul ushered her to run along. Tavia was hesitant to do so, however, she couldn’t find a reason to disagree.
Once Tavia was out of sight, Bosco spoke up, “Don’t tell me, the leader of that lowlife gang is chasing Raymond down the streets? What’s his name? Derek?”
“All thanks to you.”
“Fuck, I didn’t think he was serious. All I did was freakin’ exchange saliva with one of his woman. Big deal,” explained Bosco, agitated. “Why worry, anyway? It’s just a stupid, unknown gang that wants to make it big. Raymond could clearly deal with it.”
Sammul rolled his eyes. “If it was that easy. Derek asked for Ron Ng’s help and apparently, Ron assigned some members to aid him.”
“Ugh,” he groaned. “Figures. Where are we going to do now?” Sammul looked at Bosco as if the answer was obvious. “Good. I’m in the mood to kick some asses to tonight. Especially, that di.ckhead.”
“Well, I’m not. We’re bringing Tavia to the ‘hut’ first. You go inform the others - quietly.” Sammul emphasized on the word ‘quiet’.
“Right and we’re leaving her alone in that place? I’d hate to say this, but Raymond’s house is way more comfortable.”
“It’s not like you’ll be staying there and no, he’ll be there,” answered Sammul.
“Damn you, Raymond. All the work for us,” complained Bosco.
Sammul threw Bosco a look. “Curse yourself, Bosco. This was the consequence we had to suffer for your lack of intelligence.”