Adorably Silly (ENDED)

Blurry

Tin's POV

After Mr. Lasang said that, it was as if my brain had disconnected.

— Dad, leave him alone.

It seemed to me that Nam said that.

— You're still young. —Mr. Lasang placed his hand on my shoulder—. But you'll appreciate it in a couple of years. —He smiled— My daughter is intelligent, good, beautiful and we didn't even have to fix the marriage, you guys got into a relationship.

Yeah, sure ... They didn't have to make up anything ... So they were planning to marry us anyway?

— In a year, I should already be enjoying my first grandchild. —He put his hand on his daughter's belly and smiled. Nam looked more than uncomfortable.

— A child? —I ... No ... I couldn't believe it.

— You are still young, but my daughter is already twenty-five, she is already old enough to be a mother.

— Dad, calm down. He hasn't even graduated! Daddy please! Don't scare him —the last sentence was a plea.

Mr. Lasang didn't look happy, but he was silent.

— Tin, I think it would be better if you go. —Nam said to me— No ... Don't worry about that baby. —She added in a quiet voice.

By inertia I returned my car. I could only see distorted images of Nam and I getting married. Child? I don't want to have a child, I'm still young, I'm not graduating, I didn't have a good example of a father, I ... I can't have a child. I don't know, when I wanted to remember I was in the downtown. I just wanted to stop thinking about everything. I went into a pub and asked for alcohol, but I felt the same, it wasn't working on me. I haven't had a drink in a long time (years), but I used to drink a lot when I was in boarding school.

After a while I left. The flat looked strange but I kept feeling down and thinking about churches and children: in magazine photos with my face, Nam's and a baby. I crossed the street and went to the square in front of it. It would be wise to wait a while before driving. Not that it's bad, not at all, in my days at boarding school I've ended much worse ... But I'm not supposed to drive with alcohol in my blood. I don't want any more headings related to that ...

I started walking, I couldn't decide whether to sit under a tree or on a bench. But then, I was drawn to his voice ...

— Can, what is it? —That was Chao's voice.

—My boyfriend is getting married ... To someone else.

My Cantaloupe was ... Crying. I immediately approached and saw what was happening: they were sitting on a bench. Chao got up from his place and sat next to my silly boy, took him by the shoulder and MY BOYFRIEND leaned on someone else's chest to cry.

— How can your boyfriend marry someone else? Who would do that to you?

Can pulled away and looked at him.

— Do you really think that, P'?

— Of course. —He smiled—. If I had a boyfriend as cute as you, I would never make him cry. —He began to dry his tears.

I felt like shit knowing that I was the one to blame for those tears. But now I was filled with anger, how dare Can cry in someone else's arms? In his arms? Cantaloupe already knew about the charade ... a week with Chao and he already forgot about me? Am I so insignificant in his life? At some point I felt my tears fall and when I looked at my hands, they had been hurt, I had been punching a tree.

— Tin? —It was Can, he had come to my side.

— Don't touch me. —I said angrily— Go with Chao, one week and have you forgotten me?

— Tin, what are you saying?

I watched as Chao approached me, but I didn't want him close, I unleashed a few punches. I didn't want to be touched. I felt my right cheek burn. Damned! He had hit me! That made me rekindle my energies. I stood up but someone was holding me tight. Shit why is everything blurry? Someone had me trapped, grabbed my back tightly, taking my arms. But I moved, kicked and let go. I went straight to the bastard in front of me and punched him. That unsettled me a bit. An enormous force knocked me to the ground.

— NOOOOO!

After that it went all black.

My head was splitting. I don't remember when was the last time I had a hangover of this magnitude. I opened my eyes, everything was spinning. Once my sight was focused, I saw that I was not in my apartment, not in the previous one, not in my house, not in Can's, not in Nam's ... Everything hurt, my cheek burned. I was lying on a sofa. As I straightened up, I saw that Can was sitting on the floor, against the sofa, sleeping. The apartment we were in, was small. Where were we? What the hell happened?

I groaned due to the tremendous pain I felt in my body from the neck up.

 — Did you wake up? —He sounded asleep.

Can was still sitting on the floor. He lifted his face little by little to my side and I saw that he had a swollen eye and a cold compress.

— What happened? Who hit you? —I questioned alarmed.

— It was you. —He answered hurt.

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From now on, everything goes to hell... so be prepared for a few hard chapters