Friends, That's Pretty Cool

"Awww, Ethan!"

"Thank you to each one of you guys. Even though you've made my life a living hell for the past few weeks, I've learned much. I can't thank you enough for teaching me these few tricks: sarcasm, provocations, and flirting tactics, Ethan." I voiced out.

I feel bad for that poor girl Ethan pushed away from me with an aggressive look. I didn't think such a beautiful person could be so appalling and unpleasant.

He made it clear to me by telling me, "if you don't want something, you must say it outright. You must let it known; otherwise, you're going to get stuck with this thing for life, and only God knows what it could be."

So I learn that I have to know how to say no, and express my thoughts. People sometimes can seem considerate and caring to us. Still, there are things if they are not said correctly; people could understand them differently and take your silence for something else. and misunderstandings are sometimes very devastating.

"You must always have clear and direct communication. No one will understand if you do not express your wishes and requests clearly. It is exactly why it is essential to communicate a clear message without any doubt about its meaning."

That's what Hensley always recommends to me, and always with a smile. He never goes a day that he doesn't harp on it in my ear again and again.

And I ended up despite myself by starting to apply them; sometimes, under duress, they even created situations to put me to the test. It was terrible the first few days until we finally found our rhythm.

Ethan always avoids embarrassing situations for me, especially with far too warm and friendly encounters. He pushes away girls or boys who flirt with me by all means. He taught me how to flirt and how to recognize an attempted flirt.

And how to use them to my advantage to make people uncomfortable or to woo someone I want.

"He's good, Ethan!" I said with a smile, satisfied with my performance earlier.

Ethan is aware of his beauty. He knows how to use it to his advantage. One day the latter said to me: "I'll teach you how to show off," accompanied by one of those smirks with his left eye half-open. This attitude makes him even more superb, and he knows it.

He was the first to understand that I don't particularly appreciate others touching me. He always manages to get in the way of the tactile people we meet, and there is no shortage of them.

Ethan, we recognize him as the seducer. Hansley is the one who watches over the group. He has good advice and always presents himself as our spiritual guide. He's also funny.

And Jade is an actual fox; it's impressive how knowledgeable he is. He has a confident attitude to get out of difficult situations that we could describe as superhuman.

And then he has this habit of calling us "Hey mon Vieux" without directly specifying which of us he needs. We have no choice but to turn to him and pay him our full attention each time he does.

He's also a real troublemaker. He can alienate the twenty-two thousand students on campus in the blink of an eye. That is why when he says " Mon Vieux," we are obliged to listen to better anticipate.

Hart is, for me, the most important Hansley comes after. He keeps the balance of the group we had formed, he is a person with a big heart, and he is fair in his actions and words.

We have a certain admiration for him, and each of us knows it. Although he is a little shy when he sees an injustice, he is not afraid to let his thoughts be known, even if they could harm him and his principles before everything. He is always faithful to himself.

Our presence attracts even more attention than usual. The five of us together form an unusual, absurd group. We are different at all levels, whether physical or origins, that have earned us our name: the irregulars. We share common values ​​, which makes our group homogeneous. Our base is solid.

I am talking about moral and social values ​​and certain moral principles.

Yes, of course, there is a big difference between a value and a moral principle.

Principles are ideals, standards, or fundamental truths that are the basis for reasoning or conduct. At the same time, Values are the concepts of what is important to someone and guide their choices, decisions, and actions.

That means we all have values that are dear to us and that we protect, which are different from the values of others, and we must respect them. There are no values that are more important than the other.

Hansley taught me to cultivate tolerance and acceptance of others, especially to manage my desire to put myself aside when a situation does not suit me. That is how my social training begins.

I wonder where they can be now. They are real pots of glue when they get down to it. I spent weeks trying to escape from them without success.

"Friends are meant to be together," Jade always says when he catches me in the act. And Hart always says that "if you want to escape from someone without them noticing, empty your mind, and they will all disappear if you can't move from where you are." That's how we almost died in the chemistry lab.

There was a mistake in the equation, and I struggled to understand it, but the teacher was far too full of himself to listen to my warning. So I emptied my head to control my impulses. I can be very aggressive and violent when I find myself in these situations.

"You must empty your head," Hart reminds me. "You should never forget that." I think he understood how I am different from them.

It has become a habit in the group; we participate in activities that involve the careers that each of us studies. Hart studies biotechnology engineering, Jade in chemistry, Ethan in technology engineering, and Hansley in law.

It must be a coincidence because I don't believe in fate. They all study areas where I work, with a group of researchers and professors and some students who the administrative and teaching staff has chosen and in which I excel.

Ethan's idea is that when we don't hang out in the libraries to do our research since it's the basis of our training here, research, and discussions with teachers.

And they have done a colossal job with the many books and documents they have made available to us, which is to be congratulated.

We started taking classes that we chose randomly or out of curiosity. Regardless of the field, sometimes we decide which of us has the most exciting course of the day, or we play rock, paper, scissors.

It's weird to make decisions that way, but I'm even starting to get used to it.

So that's how we followed a chemical lab experiment under the nuclear reaction. An error crept into the equation, and I raised it to the teacher, but I think he took it as a challenge.

After he stood up against me, I gave up when I heard Hart's voice reminding me to empty my head because I was starting to get angry, so I did as he said.

"If you persist in fooling around and adding this solution to the others, we'll all die here, sir." It was too much, and I couldn't take it anymore. I controlled myself enough and did it gently. They mixed the substances, but I had to intervene again for the last part.

This time, it was the students who panicked, the one who was about to do the mixing put down the test tube very carefully and walked away from the machine. The teacher got angry and rushed toward the machine to finish the experiment.

And Hansley yelled with all his might, "everybody gets out."

Panic crept over the students, and they all started to run at the same time toward the exit door. As usual, Jade had already moved away and went to block the entrance to give free rein to this wave of madness to surge into the great hall away from this self-centered madman.

Hart took care of the alarm, and the building was emptied in less time. As we ran to our safety, we heard a loud boom that pinned us to the spot.

He still mixed it up. How stupid he was. Luckily for him, he survived the impact. Two more errors crept into the equation, which reduced the damage.

I guess he lost control of the course after arguing with me While I was busy emptying myself to calm down, as Hart recommended.

We were called to the deanship to give more explanation on the incident. Hart and Hensley took it upon themselves to explain how everything happened. After all, they are the best at talking to others without making them angry.

The professor came out of the laboratory on a stretcher. His body was clammy, like a piece of meat forgotten in the fire. And we weren't punished for the panic we caused on university grounds.

That day, we learned the name by which we were identified. A crowd of excited students shouted with all their lungs all together: "the irregulars have laid their first stone!"

Just heaven, what the hell was that?

I don't know how to describe the astonishment on our confused faces. We were about to make our way back to the building when the crowd rushed toward us with shouts of joy.

But why were they so happy about it? We only averted an unfortunate disaster; it looks like they took us for the ones who caused it, and they like it that way seems that the university is too quiet for the taste of some.

It isn't clear; that's to say, their reaction was misplaced and confusing.

As I was trying to find a way to escape from this hellish hell, Ethan stepped closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder.

He was one step higher than me. That's why he could afford to put his arm around my shoulder since I tower over all four of them with my tall figure.

"Calm down. I'm here; nobody's going to touch you, believe me," he said with an almost misplaced confidence like all the excitement that animates this crowd. At the same time, Jade, this carefree jerk, starts screaming very loudly with his arms wide open.

"It's our hour of glory "Mes p'tits vieux"." It must be said he likes French so much. It was scandalous. I won't tell you that.

There is no glory in that, a teacher was cooked like a sausage, and the other finds it attractive.

Hmmm, there are a lot of things I have to learn.

I was lost, but Hart was watching my reaction. "Don't worry about that; don't try to understand today. With Jade, there will be plenty of occasions like this. You'll get it eventually, ok?" He said with a calm before they burst out laughing.

Today, I narrowly escaped them, and I'm pretty proud of my achievement. I thwarted their vigilance, and it was very satisfying. I needed to reconnect to my spirit for at least a day without Jade's bullshit.

It's nice to have people who understand and support you; they pushed me to think about my life before without them. And the difference is significant. There is no comparison.

Friendship is not only based on our common points, but sometimes, the most beautiful companies arise from our differences. Knowing how to seize this opportunity and make it a great experience is essential.