I Accidentally Kissed My Best Friend

My name is Alex, the surname is Evan, and I am twenty-five years old. Tall and handsome with a brown blunt hair and grey eyes.

I am currently in my final year in the university. Studying automobile engineering because I had dreams of becoming an automobile engineer, just like my dad. Even though it was all his idea and not mine to becoming that. I learned to give up on my actual dream, which was becoming a musician and followed my father's dream.He had this pride when it comes to a science profession or course and being his only child, he wanted to use me as a bait for his legacy.The only one supporting my dream was my aunt. She never got the chance to actualize hers, which was becoming an artist. This had hurt her so badly, and so she wanted my case to be different.My parents felt such gifts were never honored as occupations.Having grown up with them, my parents killed her only desire to become an artist. They told her that girls weren't meant to draw, and so she was asked to focus on becoming a lawyer instead, which she is now.My dad had always been the serious type since I knew him. Despite being in his 50s, he acted the same way as in his 30s.Chris was the only reason I took a second look at the engineering course in the first place. I remembered vividly, I had made up my mind to follow my heart's desires, after failing engineering course once. But after seeing how serious this guy was and how he praised the course so much, I fell in love with it. And that was when I made Chris my friend.For four years now, Chris and I have been best of friends. Although that was what people saw us as. But the truth was that, our friendship was based on a deal that I would have to pay Chris monthly for his assistance to me. I never failed in my part, and neither did he in his.We started that way for a few months or exactly a year until we became actual friends. That was how Chris cut the deal off, and I was free to depend on him whenever it demands.

Last year's Christmas season, Chris was kicked out of the house by his landlord, who complained of his incapability to pay his three months house rent. Having pity for the one I called my friend, I took him in, and we started living together ever since.It has been seven months since we lived together and believe me, we are entirely different in nature.I used to be the playboy, always trooping in with ladies attached to my body, or my lips, while Chris used to be the holy boy. Always on his books or creating a new project or working on an old one.I was lazy and possessive, knowing well I owned the house. Even at that, Chris wasn't one to be intimidated, he would always turn the table around.Sporadically I admitted it, jokingly to his face, that I hated him. And unfortunately, he would say the opposite to me, to leave me upset.Both of us being boys, at least we had something in common. We were both bad at keeping the house clean. Cloths were always at each corner of the house, and erotic magazines floated around like though it was a porn house.Even though Chris was always discussed by this, he couldn't help but bear it. After all, I noticed the thing in between his legs gave a rigid stand any time he sees the magazine.It was hard to see a holy boy such as Chris reacting intensely to porn, I term his kind as holy pretenders.It was difficult for me to identify what Chris was truly like? For he spoke little about himself and nothing about his family.One would even wonder what he likes or dislikes were. Do he even have families?I wonder whether he is into women or not? 

Unfortunately for me, I would have to kill my friend to end my sudden predicament, or keep living as a gay. Speaking of killing? I had never hurt a fly, let alone thinking of hurting something bigger.That option of the potion guru is really one to ponder upon.I missed my lecture periods, all that was to hear that I have to murder someone. Not just that, but he also handed me the particular knife I was to use to stab him in his heart.The knife was expensive as it was gold. I had to use my life savings to purchase it.I stuck the knife into my pocket after leaving the charmer's house and took off for the road. I had a sad face on as I paced through the streets.

 Staying at home wouldn't be comforting at all, so I took a walk out to catch my breath and plan my next move.I went to my usual club where I met Bella Morgan, in order to cool myself down. It had been a week since I didn't have sex, and I am starting to miss the thing.