You don't know about Us - A MewGulf AU

Chapter 26: Drive

He caught his phone right before it hit the ground, successfully saving it after it fell from his hands in shock. However, as he made the sudden turn, his body kept the momentum, and somehow, he ended up falling to the ground; his behind hurt at the impact. Gulf groaned. It was way too early for a heart attack and injury like this.

Deciding the ground was as good a place to lie as any other, he brought his phone back to his face. It hadn't been a weird trick of his brain or the light – the light of Mew's text message burned into Gulf's half-open eyes.

Can we talk?

Yes, yes, they can definitely talk.

They definitely needed to talk.

Sitting up and ignoring his painful behind, he quickly typed his own message and sent it in reply.

Sure, want to meet up?

That... sounded casual, right? He wasn't sure why he was, all of a sudden, so tense about meeting up with Mew – that's a lie, he knew fully well how scared he was of telling the truth, even though it had to be done – but he wanted to avoid Mew figuring out something was wrong at all costs. A casual meeting where they could talk would make Gulf feel way more at ease than a serious appointment.

His phone buzzed back, almost immediately. Gulf was still sitting on the ground, having looked at the phone lost in thought before the message popped up. He opened the notification.

Are you free this evening? We could get dinner together. I know a good restaurant.

Somehow, this felt a little familiar. He replied yes, seeing as he had nothing to do this afternoon, and then frowned. He quickly sent another text.

This restaurant, is it perhaps – Gulf looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall the name. He should really be getting up soon. The floor was cold without his blanket. Pressing send after recalling the name, he finally stood up. It was already 9 am according to his phone, soon his manager would be in front of his apartment, picking him up to go to work.

Gulf grabbed a towel and took a quick cold shower – dreaming about another apartment with a better water heater – and dressed up in the first proper clothes he owned. He was ready right before his phone buzzed – his manager's number on the screen.

He grabbed his bag and opened his front door to see the car waiting for him. He noticed a hot drink waiting for him in the drink holder. His manager wasn't the talkative kind in the morning, something that Gulf really appreciated, and simply smiled when he entered.

With his phone still in hand, they left the parking spot in front of his apartment. Mew hadn't answered yet, and Gulf stared at the screen impatiently.

As if his phi had noticed his glare, the phone suddenly started to buzz. He swiftly pressed the green button and held the phone up to his ear.

"Khun phi?" he asked, right on the same moment Mew said "Nong Gulf."

They both laughed at their greetings. His manager looked up at him in the mirror, surprised by his good mood. Gulf shrugged in response. Everything surrounding Mew was a little tense and nervous at the moment, yet it wasn't in a bad way.

"Are you busy?" Mew was the first one to speak up again.

Gulf shook his head, for no one really, and said; "No, on my way to an interview. Together with phi Mild." Mew had also been invited, but had to decline because of his own conflicting schedule. Gulf knew his khun phi was always busy and hard working.

"Aren't you?" he asked.

Mew laughed again. "I've got time for a small phone call. But I'll be short. You don't like the restaurant?"