amoret (oneshots and short stories)

bottle (sarawattine)

Tine was always the scaredy-cat when it came to speaking out about his feelings. He feared the hostile comments and behavior his friends might shoot at him if he ever spoke it out.

It's almost 11 years now since Tine started liking Sarawat, his classmate. He clearly remembers the day when his seven-year-old self entered the class and found the most beautiful person sitting in the middle of the class, chatting to few people.

Whoever had chatted with Tine about the concept of 'love at first sight', knows Tine was never the one who believes the whole thing. Just like Sarawat and his friends. But the fact that Tine was one of the hardcore believers of this whole theory was only known by his best friends.

He had always prayed, after making sure no one was listening in his morning assembly, for making his and Sarawat's feelings mutual with a miracle.

If any sort of friendship existed between them anyhow, it started to break, then fade, and then vanish, leaving Tine to only hold on to that 1% chance of getting the feelings reciprocated, also known as luck, which was as weak as the house of cards.

He cried every night while his heart ached in pain of carrying those heavy untold emotions. He wished for a wish-granting angel to pass by his room so that the heavenly being might take pity on him and give a happy ending to his story. Then he would cry at how pathetic he would sound mumbling all those to himself at 2'o clock in the morning.

It was simply a miracle when they continued to be classmates for 11 years now.

In these 11 years, Tine did try to talk to Sarawat but ended up getting even more discouraged with the smallest and coldest replies.

Once, only once, had he broke down in front of Sarawat after he had snapped at him for disturbing him with 'whether he liked Scrubb or not'. Somehow it seems, Sarawat had changed since then.

A week after the incident in their biology class, he had asked Tine's biology book ignoring every other willing hand. To say Tine had been flustered would be an understatement; he had been beyond flustered, burning from head to toe and through his veins, arteries and capillaries ran mixed emotions of happiness, shyness, and a bit of surprise. And as if the flowers had bloomed through the cracked corners of his heart and had healed him a bit.

He had smiled at him and had passed him his book with shakey and sweaty fingers while his hearing his heart sing songs of giddiness and carolings of Christmas. For Tine, it was Christmas then.

Tine's eyes had followed the way Sarawat had traced his fingers on his book pages (which turns out to be Chapter 20. Reproduction, making Tine burn in embarrassment). Tine had sworn never to throw away the book. Ever.

Today, however, Tine and his friends sat in the rehearsal room of Ctrl+S, Sarawat's band.

Well, let me tell you a bit of a back story. Tine's current Principal didn't allow anyone to try and form a band that year because it'd make the program for Golden Jubilee even messier But Sarawat and the music club members have thrown an open challenge to the Principal saying it'll make the whole thing more lively let alone messy.

The whole concept has been too hard to follow and all the classroom have been occupied by the students who were practicing with their invigilators, making Tine and his friends, who were done practicing the cheerleading for the day, find refuge in the music club room (Tine thanked God for such a coincidence).

It was awkward at first when Sarawat asked them why were they here and Tine, the cheerleading captain explained the circumstances partially mumbling how they never wanted to disturb a rehearsal in their life and all his group members nodded in agreement throughout his speech.

Tine was presently gawking at Sarawat, placing his chin on his favorite blue bottle. His eyes strained dreamily on Sarawat while occasional dreamy sighs escaped his lips.

He involuntarily smiled, giggled, and frowned when Sarawat and his groups did even though there were times he couldn't understand the context of their conversations or expressions.

Some of his cheerleading squad played truth or dare while Tine wished Fong, Ohm, and Phuak to be here beside him so that he could tell them about his indigenous thoughts about Sarawat.

I love you, he mumbled so softly that even if the whole club room stops making any noises, they'd still fail to hear him. It was not quite a whisper nor a statement offered to the person; it was just a self-affirmation and self agreement that the feelings are still intact.

Soon his little bubble of thoughts broke as he felt several eyes over him, including Sarawat's.

"Huh?" He croaked out, mentally cursing his weird voice.

"Oh, you did space out", Sarawat said, smiling a bit.

Tine was dazed at the gesture. It was like months after he'd heard his voice, addressing him. He blushed, " Ah... Yeah... I mean tired I was, I-"

He stopped midway as he realized he was talking bullshits.

"Oh, um... Can I borrow your bottle, we are thirsty actually... if you don't mind?" He added with a chuckle.

"Bo- bottle," Tine widened his eyes. This was happening again. Sarawat was asking him and not any other member or was he mistaken?

He looked back checking if he was addressing someone behind him, whom he had accidentally covered, but no, why he would address his words to a wall? Unless he's mental, well that's a different topic.

"I was asking you Tine Teepakorn", Sarawat chuckled again along with all the people present in the room.

He blushed, "ooh". He walked out clumsily, almost stumbling as he passed his bottle to the guitarist.

He hopped back to his place and watched the members laughed on, probably, an inside joke before started drinking the water one by one without touching the rim with their lips.

Tine choked on his saliva when he saw Sarawat practically sucking the whole bottle finishing half of it.

Tine's insides churned and his face heated up even more. An overwhelming feeling engulfed him making him want to disappear in the thin air, especially when his cheerleading team gave teasing looks at him.

After strenuous practices, they walked out one by one while Tine waited for Sarawat to return his bottle to him.

When the said person did come out of the room, he immediately handed him the bottle. "Thanks for the water", the guitarist said winking at him.

They walked side by side towards the main gate.

"You know you are very cute, Ai' Tine", Sarawat commented without looking at him," and your bottle, I loved it very much."

Tine felt like he could explode that very second," Wha- oh. Okay. Thanks"

The journey through the gate was, surprisingly, a long one and both of them began talking about songs and bands and Tine explicitly commented on Sarawat's voice, noticing how Sarawat's ears flushed red at that. Something in Tine made him think if this was the moment where they can start, all thanks to his blue bottle.

"By talking to you, I knew, I saw that this was meaningful
Between us, there must be something that links you and me together"

-Click, Scrubb.

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This oneshot is inspired from one of my memories in highschool. And the whole tale with the bottle is true even though it sounds really hilarious.

And about the bottle, today I found it behind my refrigerator, got overjoyed at the discovery and ended up cleaning it, rigorously. It did nothing but revived a whole surge of emotions within me. I practically rushed here to write it all out.

And yes I added a few portion at the back which never really happened to me because it's Wattine's story and not mine hahahaha.

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