Hot Love Drama by Lionel Oduol

Leo had always expected his life to be exciting. Instead, as he lay flat on his back on the large bed beside his bedroom window, he was forced to admit that it had been quite ordinary. He could only remember one exciting moment in his life: the mass brawl at his cousin Lillian’s wedding.

It had all started near the end of a particularly long speech by the patron of the Lord Save Us Ministries, Pastor Madura, who had apparently had enough free time to attend the reception.

“There was not much left for me to do at the church,” the pastor had told Leo’s parents, though Leo had overheard him telling the church staff that he wasn’t feeling well, and that the junior pastor would have to oversee the remaining four weddings, while he went to the hospital.

As the pastor who wasn’t feeling well had droned on about the importance of marriage, Leo had decided to amuse himself by tossing chicken bones into a nearby waste paper basket. The first chicken bone had sailed through the air and landed in the basket with a crumpling noise. The second one, however, had lacked the precision of the first; it had missed the basket entirely, and instead bounced off the head of a large man on the groom’s side of the family.

The man had picked up the bone, and examined it as though he could have determined who had thrown it by looking hard enough. He had then turned and stared at the table where Leo was seated alone, his parents having been offered a seat at the bride’s and groom’s table. The man stared at Leo for a while, with his lips pursed, and his sagging cheeks bulging, making him look very much like an overgrown bulldog.

Despite a strong desire to burst out laughing, Leo had maintained a passive expression. At a nearby table, however, passive expressions had been absent; in fact the guys at the table had openly laughed and pointed at bulldog-face. He had stood up and charged towards the table, spectacularly tackling two members of the table at once. Pastor Madura and his speech had been forgotten; some people had tried to stop the fight, a few had joined in the brawl. Most of the guests however, had chosen to watch the action from a safe distance, their faces a mixture of horror and fascination. By the time the brawl had ended, only ten tables of the original thirty remained intact, and the majority of the wedding guests had either suffered some kind of injury, or had had their clothes torn.

It had been an awesome day. Leo smiled as he shifted his position to the right of the soft mattress beneath him. How he longed for another day like that. He stretched his right hand to open his bedroom window, and had barely pushed it open when his mother walked into his room.

“I hope you’re prepared for today,” she said.

Leo was about to ask what he should be prepared for, when he recalled his mother mentioning some important event that was meant to take place today; though what the event was he couldn’t remember. Knowing he would be on the receiving end of a long lecture on responsibility if he told her he’d forgotten, he simply said, “Yes, of course I do.”

His mother narrowed her eyes narrowed, but she left his room nonetheless. “And you’d better get off that bed; it’s already lunchtime” she shouted from the corridor.

Leo hopped off his bed and onto the prickly carpet that covered the floor of his room. He had just gotten into the corridor, when he heard a low, humming noise coming from his room. Poking his head back in, he noticed his phone inching its way across his desk. After navigating his way around a small pile of clothes close to the desk, he picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Get to the pool now,” said his best friend, David.

“Why?”

“Just get over here ASAP.”

David hung up. Leo quickly put on his slippers and. When he got to the door leading to the sitting room, he opened it slightly and peeped inside to make sure his mother wasn’t there. Convinced that she wasn’t, and happy to have escaped the questioning his mother would have subjected him to, he opened the door and was walking swiftly towards the front door, when his mother appeared from behind a brown cabinet she had, evidently, been cleaning.

“Where are you off to?” she asked, placing a bottle of Dr Margaritas furniture cleaner on a rectangular table in front of the T.V.

“To the pool,” said Leo.

“Without a costume”

“Yeah, I’m going to meet up with David.”

“Just make sure your back in the next ten minutes,” said Leo’s mother, picking up the furniture cleaner.

“Okay”, said Leo, opening the front door, and walking out.
He found David seated on a deck chair a short distance from the pool.

“What’s up?” Leo asked. David pointed towards the shallow end of the pool where someone was splashing large amounts of water in a dreadful attempt at swimming.

“Wait, so you called me here to see the worst swimmer on the planet?” asked Leo. “Who is that anyway?”

“No, man look past Lorain…”

“Hang on, that’s Lorain,” said Leo, his jaw hanging open. Lorain was one of their closest friends. She never swam, claiming an allergy to chlorine.

“Yeah, I know, but seriously, look past her and you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

And there she was. The prettiest girl Leo had ever seen. She had clear brown skin and an hour-glass body the likes of which Leo had often seen on the covers of celebrity magazines. The girl was floating on her back, just a couple of metres from where Lorain was struggling to stay afloat.

“She’s angelesque,” he whispered to David, rubbing his chin.

“Angelesque? Is that even a word? Anyway you can look, but remember she’s my prey.”

“What do you mean your prey? She’s not some kind of animal,” said Leo, without talking his eyes off the girl.

“Leo,” David said, sitting up in the deck chair, “we agreed that the first one to see a new girl gets the first chance to ask her out.”

“I’m pretty sure it was the first to get a new girl’s name.”

“We’ll have to consult the rule book,” David said, pulling out a black notebook from his pocket.

“I can’t believe you actually walk around with it,” said Leo, as David opened the first page of the book and pointed at rule number eight which said, ‘the first one to see a new girl get’s the first chance to ask her out’. Leo in turn pointed at rule number nine which read, ‘the first to get a new girl’s name gets the first chance to ask her out.’

“You added that rule by yourself!” said David.

“Don’t act so righteous, I don’t remember agreeing to number eight!” Leo said.

“I can’t accept that rule,” said David.

“I can’t accept your rule either.”

They then launched into an argument about whose rule made more sense.

“Look, the ink used to write my rule is fainter than yours, which means my rule is older, which means it’s more authentic,” said David, who folded his hands as if the matter had been settled.

“C’mon man, for all I know you used an old biro to write that crappy rule. If you think about it, my rule makes more sense; I mean how’re you gonna claim a girl whose name you don’t even know.”

“Well…um… mine’s written in better handwriting,” spluttered David.

“What’s in better handwriting?” said Lorain, who had moved from the pool waters where she had been splashing about, to the wooden deck chair David was seated on.

“Were trying to decide which rule makes more sense.”

“What the hell does that mean?” asked Lorain.

David showed her the two rules and said “Lorain if you were a guy and you had to chose between those two rules, which one would you pick?”

“Firstly,” began Lorain, “keeping a rule book for picking up girls is a terrible idea. In fact it’s on the same scale as Leo’s idea to get that lame haircut-“

“C’mon!” said Leo indignantly, patting the top of his box haircut, which had been the result of shaving off the hair on the side of his head and leaving the hair in the middle untouched,

“That being said,” said Lorain, “if I absolutely had to pick one, it would be the one where you have to get the girl’s name…”

“In your face!” shouted Leo, dancing around the deck chair David was seated on. His victory dance was short-lived however, as after only two laps around the deck chair his mother walked into the pool grounds, with a harried expression on her face, and her hair sticking out at strange angles. After a quick hallo to Lorain and David she pulled Leo aside and said, “How much time did I give you to meet with David,” she asked

“Ten minutes,” said Leo.

“And how much time has passed since then?”

“More than ten minutes,” said Leo, who had no idea how much time had passed but was certain he had exceeded the limit.

“More than ten minutes. You mean to tell me you weren’t even checking to see how much time had passed?” said Leo’s mother, brandishing her wristwatch to show Leo exactly how much time had passed. “We’ll talk about this later, but right now I need you to keep your grandfather company while I prepare lunch.”

So his grandfather had come over to visit. That was surely the ‘special event’ his mother had been talking about the previous day. No wonder he’d forgotten about it.

“And don’t you be disrespectful when he’s telling his World War two stories,” she added, giving him a stern look that made him wonder if he was being disrespectful right now.

“But Grandpa Ben wasn’t even born in 1945, how the hell…”

“I know that,” she said, whispering loudly. “But just humour him; he really enjoys telling those stories.”

“Can I at least bring one of my friends?”

“Sure, the more people who listen to Grandpa Ben’s stories the happier he’ll be; just make sure you head home now.”

“What was that all about,” asked Lorain

“My grandfather’s come over to visit…”

“Is it Grandpa Ben?”  Lorain asked.

Leo nodded.

“Your going to meet him right now, aren’t you?” said Lorain, more a statement than a question, “I’m coming with you, just give me a second to get a pen and some paper.” She then dashed out of the pool grounds.

Lorain had always enjoyed Grandpa Ben’s war stories, claiming they were like a mirror into the past. She often took notes when Grandpa Ben was telling his stories. “You have to preserve the authenticity,” Lorain had whispered to Leo the first time he had seen her do it.

“Leo, I’ve only got one thing to say to you,” said David, getting up off the deck chair and placing his right hand on Leo’s left shoulder.

“What,”

“The new girl’s mine.”

Leo felt a strong desire to punch David in the face, but this desire was not stronger than the fear of getting punished by his mother. Leo walked quickly out of the pool.

He entered the house to find Grandpa Ben and Pastor Madura, seated at the large dining table in the sitting room, with two steaming cups of tea on a tray in front of them.

“Leo, my boy, how are you?” asked Grandpa Ben.

“I’m fine grandpa,” said Leo stretching out his right hand to greet his grandfather. He had just finished greeting Pastor Madura, when Lorain walked in.

“How are you Grandpa Ben,” she said. “I don’t know if you remember me, my name is…”

“Loita isn’t it?” said Grandpa Ben, his lips curling upwards at the corners. “I could never forget one of Leo’s friends.” It was a testament to how much Lorain liked Grandpa Ben that she didn’t complain when he got her name wrong. Leo could still remember how much she had refused to talk to him for one week after he introduced her as Lorita to one of his friends.

“So Loita, I take it you’re here for another memoir from my life?” said Grandpa Ben.

Lorain nodded, and then proceeded to whip out a notebook and a biro from her jeans’ pocket.

“Your enthusiasm for learning about the past is as refreshing as ever. If only other people your age-here he looked at Leo-shared your passion. Please, take a seat before I begin,” said Grandpa Ben, gesturing towards the empty seats at the dining table. It was at this point that Pastor Madura, who was a frequent guest of Leo’s family, and as such had suffered through a lot of grandpa bens stories decided to take his leave.

“I’d really like to stay Grandpa Ben, but I’ve got some urgent prayers to make,” the pastor said, before walking out.

“The tale I’m about to tell you,” Grandpa Ben began, once Leo and Lorain had planted themselves in the empty chairs opposite his ,“took place more than thirty years ago In the dense jungles of Vietnam.”

“What was the weather like?” asked Lorain leaning towards Grandpa Ben, as if the story would sound better the closer she was to him.

“It was wet. I mean really really wet. It was like a whole year’s rain had fallen in one day.”

“Wow,” said Lorain, her eyes widening.

“But I wasn’t affected by the weather,” continued Grandpa Ben. “I pressed on through the jungle for I had an important mission to complete. I had to retrieve the gold line.”

Leo decided enough was enough. He had heard the gold line story on so many different occasions, and each time the story had been retold, either the location of the gold line, or Grandpa Ben’s role in its retrieval had been altered; Grandpa Ben had gone from being a Kenyan villager during the first version of the story, to being a captain in the British army the last time Leo had heard the story. There was no way he was going to listen to the latest version of the gold line story while at this very moment; the new girl might be falling for David.

“Grandpa, I can’t listen to that story, I mean, it’s obviously a lie,” said Leo

“How dare you accuse me of lying? Don’t you know I was the first person from our village to board a train,” said Grandpa Ben.

“Yeah, shut up Leo, I want to listen to the story,” said Lorain, as Leo tried to figure out what being the first person to board a bus had to do with the truthfulness of a story.

“Look, Grandpa Ben I’ve heard that gold line story so many times. I just need to see this girl…I mean a friend of mine right. I promise I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

“So it’s a girl that’s on your mind,” said Grandpa Ben quietly. “I know a thing or two about women. In fact in my day I was quite the ladies’ man.”

“Really?” said Leo raising an eyebrow. Grandpa Ben always seemed to know ‘a thing or two’ about everything, and Leo just couldn’t imagine his grandpa being a ‘ladies’ man’. Grandpa Ben reached into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, and pulled out a tattered wallet. From it he removed piece of paper so old it had began to turn yellow. He placed the paper on the dining table in front of Leo and Lorain.

“Wow, that’s you!” said Leo staring at the black and white picture. “You actually looked pretty decent.” Leo never used the word handsome to describe another man. It just didn’t feel right.

“I totally don’t want to grow old,” said Lorain.

“Anyway,” said Grandpa Ben, hastily picking up the picture and returning it to his wallet, “I’m not the kind of man who would stand in the way of love. You can go over to your friend, I’ll tell the rest of the story to Loita.”

Leo wasn’t sure that what he felt for the new girl was love; if he had to name it, he would call it strong infatuation. He had one hand on the front door, when Grandpa Ben called out his name and said, “Leo. I’ll only give you one piece of advice. Just kiss the girl.”

Leo found it extremely disturbing to receive relationship advice from his grandfather, but he still said thank you before walking out.

As he walked towards the pool grounds, visions of the new girl and David in romantic situations kept assaulting his mind. First, the new girl was touching David’s hand; Then David was telling her that he’d never felt that way about anybody before, which was a  lie because Leo knew he said that to all the girls. But she had believed him, and she was leaning in to kiss him.

“Excuse me,” said a small voice behind him as he entered the pool grounds. Turning towards the voice, Leo was pleasantly surprised to find the new girl standing there. She was still wearing her costume and had a white towel wrapped around her waist.

“Um… I think we should meet in the pool grounds at ten pm,” She said

“Huh,” said Leo

“Ten pm, the pool be there,” she said, flashing him a wide smile, and walking away.

Leo stood there for a moment, trying to digest what had just occurred. The new girl had basically asked him out without even knowing his name. Perhaps he’d gotten more handsome over the years; yes that had to be it. In any case, he now felt certain that he would be the one who emerged victorious in the contest for the new girl’s affection. All he had to do was head to the pool at ten pm and the girl would be his.

The new girl flashed him a smile, and walked away. The rest of the day seemed to drag on slowly, like one of pastor Madura’s Sunday sermons. Eventually, however the awaited hour arrived and at ten o’ clock, Leo was ready and waiting inside the pool grounds. The cold night air made him feel like he’d wrapped a very wet blanket around himself. He was only able to endure the cold because he knew that soon the new girl would walk into the pool grounds and then he would be warm; very warm indeed. He had been waiting for ten minutes when he heard footsteps at the entrance to the pool grounds.

“Who’s there?” he asked

“Leo?” said David walking into the pool grounds “what the hell are you doing here?”

“Um… Swimming,” said Leo, as David turned on the lights that Leo left off intentionally to create an appropriate ‘romantic’ atmosphere.

“Bullshit!” said David “you came to mess up my meeting with Julia didn’t you?”

So that was her name. “Look man, Julia told me to meet her tonight-”

“Stop lying Leo,” said David grabbing the collar of Leo’s shirt.

“Actually, he kind of isn’t,” said Julia, emerging from the girls changing room.

“What do you mean?” said David.

“I mean I told him to meet me here at ten,”

“But you told me to meet you here at ten,” said David, finally letting go of Leo’s collar.

“Yeah, well Leo’s hot, and you’re hot… I thought maybe you guys could like…share?”

“What the hell does that mean?” asked Leo and David simultaneously.

“You know like the way people share-”

“Hold on Julia,’ said David, “we get what you mean, just give us a second to think it over,”

David grabbed Leo’s arm and pulled him aside.

“Look man, that girl’s crazy,” said Leo

“But she’s hot.”

“Still, there’s no way I’m going to ‘share’ her with you, that’s just too weird,”

“Of course we aren’t going to share; we just need to implement the Triangle rule,”

“I don’t remember that rule being in the rulebook,”

“Yeah that’s cause I made it up a few seconds ago, but basically what it says, is; in situations where a girl like’s both of us, the first guy to get kissed by her, gets to stay with her, while the second guy…. well he has to declare himself gay- or at least, the girl has to think he’s gay.”

“Hang on man. What’s up with this whole declaring he’s gay nonsense? Isn’t losing the girl punishment enough?”

“Leo, Leo, Leo,” said David shaking his head as if Leo had asked a question that was painfully obvious, “Just think about. Julia’s interested in both of us at the moment. If one of us turns out to be gay, she’ll be left with no choice but to focus entirely on the other, besides why the hell are you so worried about what happens to the loser, it’s like you already know it’s going to be you. Or perhaps you’ve never kissed a girl before. Yeah, that’s probably what’s bothering you.”

Leo looked at Julia, who was now seated on the wooden deck chair that David had been sitting on earlier in the day.

“Okay David, I accept that rule and I accept your challenge. But you’d better be prepared

“Why?”

“Cause I just don’t know how your going to convince Julia your gay,” said Leo , walking towards Julia.

Lionel Oduol

Lionel Oduol is a twenty year old writer living and working in Nairobi. He is also a part time student at the University of Nairobi, where he is pursuing a bachelor’s degree in economics and statistics. His passion for writing was ignited after reading books such as Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings. His dream is to write well enough to make writing his only profession, and to inspire writer for generations to come. mwalish4@gmail.com

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lillie
    Sep 23, 2010 @ 22:07:02

    thank you for sharing. for most people writing does not come easy. your story is good however itreminds me of the show how i met your mother!

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  2. Lionel Mwalimu oduol
    Sep 24, 2010 @ 16:43:10

    thanks for your feedback Lillie, its always great to hear what other people think about your work. Also i get what you mean when you say it reminds of how i met ur mother. When i finished, i kind of felt like it wasn’t Kenyan enuff. Anyway, my next story will be better. and once again thanks

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  3. wambura
    Jun 06, 2012 @ 16:15:24

    I liked the story, though I expected more hot love drama I wish it did not end there.

    Reply

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