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Following Chris: Episode 6

“Hello Camille. I’ve got an idea for the party”

He remembered making that call. He had no idea why he was on his bed, with nothing but his Calvin Klein briefs on. Trying to get off the bed, he noticed someone was holding onto his arm. Trying to gently free his arm, the person holding on to his stirred and held him tighter.

Lifting his head off the pillow, he stole a glance at the face belonging to the arm holding his over their chest. Seeing the face, he froze. If he was white, his skin would have turned ghostly pale. More to his shocking alarm, it wasn’t just the person clutching his arm that was on his bed. There was another body, naked from the waist up. All he could see were her brightly colored pink bikini bottoms. He had no idea who she was.

Feeling really queasy and light-headed, he laid his head back on the pillow. And that’s when it hit him like a ton of bricks.



“Hello Camille. I’ve got an idea for the party” Chris said.

“Oh hello Chris, how are you?” Camille replied.

“I’m fine, thanks. I just got an idea for Lola’s birthday party.”

“What?! I can’t hear you. It’s quite noisy here”

“I said I just had an idea for Lola’s birthday” Chris said pronouncing every word as loudly as he could.

“I really can’t hear you. I’m at a get together for a classmate. They are all playing games and making a hell of noise. Let me go outside”

“Oh? Don’t worry. Let me shoot you a text.”

Looking at the clock in the living room, he realized it was just a few minutes before eight. He was glad he had convinced his father that he needed an apartment close to the University, going into the hostel only when he needed to be near his classmates in case of tests or exam preparations.

Picking up his phone, he started to type a text to send to Camille.

“I was saying I just had an idea for Lola’s birthday party. I was thinking maybe you should come over so we could hammer out the details.”

He read through for typos. Finding none, he hit “send”.

In an instant, his phone beeped; announcing the fact that his message has been delivered. In a matter of seconds, it beeped again. He had gotten a reply. He opened up the message to read what she had to say.

“I’m on my way. We are done here. I’m bringing a friend. “

“Okay.” He quickly texted back.


Hailing a cab, Camille told the driver where she was headed. After bickering about the price for a little bit, she got into the cab, then slide to the other end of the back seat to enable her friend get in too. Picking up her phone, she dialed a number.

“Hello Lola.”


“Chris invited me over to his place. He wants me to help him plan the surprise party you asked me to suggest to him.”

“Yay! Finally. I though he was going to do the dinner.”

“Hehehe. You better act surprised. “

“(Laughs), don’t worry. I will. He won’t know. He called me earlier. I jokingly asked him about the birthday dinner, he became talkative. He’s always like that when he wants to deflect.”

“Awww. I go love oh! Anyways sha, I just wanted to let you know the 411. I’m taking Faridah. The parlor party we went for was fun. She still doesn’t know her way around.”

“Hehehe. Till now? She still doesn’t know her way around?”

“She doesn’t oh! I’m the one spoiling her sha.” Camille said eyeing her friend in the car.

“Ok sha. Good luck with the planning. Plan well oh!”

“Trust me nau”

“Hehehe. Bye bye”


With that, Camille ended the call and slid the phone back into her purse. It didn’t take too long before they took the bend that led to the street on which Chris’s apartment building was on. Getting there, Camille told the driver to park.

Getting out of the cab, she walked over to the driver’s side, paid him and proceeded to knock on the gate of the house. Talking to the gateman and explaining whom she wanted to see, the gateman allowed her and her friend passage.

Getting to Chris’ apartment, she rang his doorbell.


She said she was on her way since a few minutes before 8. It’s almost 9. When does she plan to get here? Hope she’s not expecting me to take her home? Chris wondered, his eyes fixed on the TV but his mind was wandering. He had barely closed his eyes when he heard the doorbell ring.

Jarred from the light sleep he had fallen into, he sat up, stood up and padded his way to the door. Getting to the door, he looked through the peephole and saw a gloriously dressed Camille and her spacey-eyed friend. Unlocking the door, he got a whiff of her perfume and something else. Grade A narcotics.

Being the ever-friendly person, Camille set out to introduce both parties.

“Chris, Faridah.” Turning to Faridah she said “Faridah, Chris”

Both parties shook hands and Faridah just burst out laughing. What was funny, Chris, couldn’t for the life of him, fathom. Brushing it off, he got set to get down to business: planning Lola’s birthday party. Leading Camille to the dining table where he had a book in which he had made some estimates and written down some ideas he had. He just wished they finished on time so the girls could make their way home.

They hadn’t been discussing for too long when Chris, out of the corner of his eye, saw Faridah taking large swigs from the bottle of Vodka he had left on the kitchen counter top. He knew she was spaced-out, so he couldn’t understand why she was still taking alcohol. They were still talking when she curled up on the sofa and dozed off.

By the time Chris and Camille were done talking, it was way past 10. Having no intention to stay, Camille went to rouse Faridah from her drug-induced sleep. Getting her to stand steady, they made their way towards the door. Stealing a glance at the clock, Chris called out to them. It wasn’t particularly safe for two girls to be wandering around at night. Besides, one of them wasn’t in a very good shape for the trip back to the hostel.

Camille was about to argue but Chris silenced her with a wave of his hand.

“No arguments.” He said “There’s a spare bedroom in this apartment. Y’all can sleep there.”

Grudgingly, she backed down.

“Okay. We’ll sleep in the spare bedroom. But are we to do now?”

“How do you mean?”

“We are both hyper. Don’t mind Faridah oh. She’s not sleepy. She’s just tired. She’s still raring t’go”

“So what do you suggest we do?” Chris asked.

“How about a drinking game?”

“You’re on!”

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