Long Live

[John Miller]

John looked at the club fascinated, the big symbol from the roof of it spreading lights all over his smiling face. He had not been there in the last 2 years, that had felt like hundreds of years to him. He wanted to see his friend faster.

He entered inside, with his friends following him, and he started making his way through the crowds of people. The music was loud and everyone was dancing, jumping, drinking and screaming. The colorful spotlights nearly blinded him, and he was sure he will never find Gideon in that madness. So he went to the stage where the girls danced on, almost half naked, entertaining everyone. He climbed on it and the girls stopped their routine and started laughing.

"Gideon! Where are you??" John screamed, gaining everyone's attention.

Even the music stopped, and the whole club was staring at him. John was able to see Claire face-palming, probably beliving him an imbecile, but he didn't care. He heard someone clapping, in a slow, pointed rhythem, and he turned to where the sound was coming from. His smile grew, if possible, even bigger, as he saw his most loved friend in front of him.

"Gideon!" he said, running to him and hugging him.

The man hugged him back, tapping his back with his hand. "My dear Johnny... I've missed you like all Hell, you silly kid. Why no one told me you'll come?"

"No one knew I'll come. Not even myself." John laughed. "But I am here now and I am fucking happy, man... This is my cousin, Claire. She couldn't wait to meet you." he added, grabbing Claire by the hand and pushed her closer to them.