Icarus: *cue dramatic music*
Iris: Right. We’d like to introduce you to our other partner in crime, aka the most extra person in existence, Felix.
Icarus: Ah yes. So it was only fair that on his birthday this year, planned or otherwise, something completely cuckoo was on the agenda.
Iris: Not that we have anything against cuckoos…
Icarus: …and other birds that we may or may not have seen in our sorry short lives.
Iris: Right. Starting from the beginning. Take it away, Icarus.
Icarus: Alright then. I was sitting in the car, impatiently fidgeting with my hands, cursing every time the traffic made it impossible to move. I had an exam that day, unlike Felix and Iris, who’d started their summer vacations earlier.
Iris: *sympathetic nod*
Icarus: As luck would definitely not have it, the one day I was in a hurry to get home was the day I got stuck waiting at every traffic signal we crossed. Hey, you can’t blame me for being a little frustrated, it was my best friend’s birthday and the one day I got to meet his friends. Our plan was for me to pick up Iris and then we’d meet Felix together.
And I was so late.
By the time I reached the turning to my apartment complex, saying I was annoyed was an understatement. Especially since there was a line of cars to the gate which would delay me further. That is how I ended up flinging the car door open and sprinting the distance to Iris’s house, my mother questioning my sanity and shouting at me to return early.
Anyways, I was in my room listening to music. When I heard a loud knock (even through my headphones) I raced to open the door, but my mum beat me to it. I looked over her shoulder and saw Icarus standing there in her school uniform, slightly out of breath.
Icarus: Now, one thing that is very essential to this story is the fact that I don’t have anything that resembles a stamina. I promise you that that’s not an exaggeration of a dramatic teenage girl with self esteem problems. So after 100 metres and two flights of stairs filled with wild running made complete with flailing hands, when I’m standing at Iris’s doorstep, I am exhausted and panting.
Her mother opens the door, voicing her concern at my apparently disturbed face, leaving me very confused as to what was going on. I mutter a puzzled “I’m good” then ask if Iris was at home.
Just as I say this I see her walk out of her room, letting her hair loose from a ponytail. We grin at each other like we usually do when we see each other. When she’s done brushing her hair, telling her mother our destination and halfheartedly saying that she’d be back in a while, we’re out the door and walking to Felix’s house.
Iris: We were also screeching even before we reached the ground floor.
Pretty normal for us, to be honest.
We were laughing as we reached his block and I pressed the up button on the lift.
Now Icarus has this vow according to which she takes the stairs all the time-
Icarus: -no matter how inconvenient it may be for the rest of you, or me.
Vows are vows, man.
Iris: *rolls eyes*
Soulmate or not, I downright refused to climb four flights of stairs with her.
Icarus: The only exception to not keeping the vow, is any time I have a heavy bag with me. Unfortunately, I was sorely lacking in bags to weigh me down leading to me ignoring Iris and her exclamation of “Icarus, just use the lift!” and proceeded to kill myself running up the stairs so that I’d reach at the same time as her.
I’m a masochist, I know.
I ring the doorbell and lean against the wall, trying to regain my breath. A few minutes later when the door still remained firmly shut, I whip out my phone and call him, cursing everything that was not advancing according to plan. Honestly, I ran to make it somewhat on time, I was going to meet Felix if it was the last thing I did.
I realize that I might be a little extra.
He answers the call and updates us on the situation. They were at a restaurant, Zephyr, a few minutes walk away from the apartment. Now that I think about it, we should have figured that they’d go out for a celebratory lunch. But then again, I’ve never claimed to be smart.
Belting out swear words every other sentence, I tell him we’re showing up at the restaurant.
Iris: I couldn’t stop laughing at how dramatic she was being. I could hear Felix on the other end trying to make her see reason.
“It’s going to be pointless if you come now, Icarus, my friends are staying for longer, so I’ll call you when we’re back. Go home, eat lunch and I’ll see you then.”
She wasn’t having any of it.
I understood his reasoning very well, of course I did. However going home now would mean that all the sprinting, all the stressing that I wouldn’t make it on time, all the dirty looks I’d got for shouting fuck in front of multiple adults, would be for nothing. Nothing.
Like fuck, I was allowing that to happen.
I may have mentioned this before, but I was going to meet Felix if it was the last thing I did.
“Sorry honey, you’re stuck with us. Iris is with me. And we’re coming. Bye!” I disconnected the call before I could hear any rebuttals.
Iris: I meekly followed her down the stairs again. Storming into a restaurant at this point was hilarious in itself, but I knew that the ten faces staring at us in utter shock would be even better.
I was not disappointed to say the least. But more about that later.
Icarus was in a mood definitely. We both are known for our anxiety usually when people are involved, but I knew today that wasn’t going to be a problem at all. She was pissed enough to march her uniformed self, Identity card and all, in there with no cares. A small part of me tried to draw strength from her courage, but most of me was dying off laughter at how ridiculous this was.
We never seem to realize how loud we can be, and today was no exception. We were crazily half walking half running to the restaurant, completely aware that if our parents found out that we left the apartment we were actually dead. When I listed this concern to her, she merely said, “So they don’t find out. Simple.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you our friendship in a nutshell.
Icarus: And yes, that’s why it’s a great idea to publicly blog this.
Iris: The entrance to Zephyr loomed up ahead, and my throat clogged up on seeing the security and the door and the men in suits and ties ahead.
“They probably won’t let us in-”
She didn’t even look at me.
Icarus barged right in, throwing open the door dramatically, completely ignoring the momentarily stunned guard and my fears.
And me? I did the most logical thing I could have in that moment.
I bolted right after her.
Lucky for us, they were seated right near the door, in the middle of the place.
And if we naively expected only ten mouths to drop in shock as we walked in, we were wrong. So very wrong.
As we breathlessly waltzed in, I could see Felix audibly sigh and nine faces look up from their menus.
I froze, and the entire restaurant halted all movement for a terrifying three seconds.
I’m positive a waiter almost dropped his tray.
Heck, I’ve never felt more like a deer in the headlights as I did then.
My partner in crime, on the other hand, did not give a single shit.
By this time, Felix had gotten to us and was a little speechless, unable to say much to our flair for theatre.
“Happy birthday!” she said sagely.
Icarus: Ha. Our job here was done.