Play pretend.

Chapter 2.

Win's POV:

Gun, me and Prem were in my bedroom watching a movie when a knock startled us all, I was secretly happy cause I hated horror movies, it was pa, he asked me if I could speak to him and I said sure, knowing I never really had a choice.

Pa was my uncle but I had started calling him that since I was a kid and it always stuck, he was there for me through it all, he was my god parent, and cause I looked a little like him, I didn't care to let people know he wasn't my real father, after mum and dad's death, he and my aunt Su were all I had left.

Su was and had always been the kindest person I knew, pa was, well a whole another story, he used to be nice too but I guess old age got to him, now he was this constantly grumpy guy, who never agreed with anything I had to say, atleast he was okay with me being gay.

My mum and dad passed away in a plane crash when I was 12, I used to hate the fact that I remembered them so well, such vivid memories were no good to me, I sometimes wished that whoever was up there wanted to take them anyways, atleast he could take them a little earlier so I didn't remember them at all. Pa's voice stopped my train of thoughts and brought me back to reality.

"Are you even listening, boy?", he asked. "Yeah, sorry, no, what pa?" I answered back, "Make your mind up Metawin, anyways as I was saying, Mr. Vachriwat is holding a party at his mansion, and this time all of us are invited, no more excuses, you need to get ready and wear the Armani suit and come with us, besides he wants to talk about you and that Bright kid, alright?"

Oh btw did I tell you all that we're rich, I'd say they, but god my dad had money, he never even got to spend atleast half of it.

Mr. Vachriwat, was my uncle's friend, he was nice but I particularly loved Mrs. Vachriwat, she was the loveliest lady ever, other than Su, she was the one I considered a mother figure, she had a son a little older then me, the one and only Bright Vachriwat, he was so adorable when he was little, he'd get protective over me and all.

After his mother's death, they moved to Poland as I heard from the rumours, when he came back, he was someone I no longer recognised, I only knew his name, but not the person, he had gotten so cold, he was the ultimate bad boy, of our school if not the whole town, he wasn't the criminal typa, but the don't-even-think-of-looking-in-my direction-or-I'll-fuck-you-up typa, he only talked to his 2 friends and his girlfriend, so I never really cared enough to know what's up with him.

Author's note:
Wazzup wazzup, so I kinda figured, I'm writing for myself mainly so why not just keep writing and see where all of this goes?

Also whatcha think bout this chap?