Getting Over Him

Truth or Dare

Pran's P.O.V:

I invited Pat to stay with me in my room, he widened his eyes in surprise. Now, I realize how odd this must seem to Pat because I never invite him to my room. He is the one that always barges in of his own accord.

For a second, I think he's going to reject the offer.

It does not settle well with me that he could refuse the offer.

Instead, Pat just nods and comes into my room while closing the door behind him.

"Wow. It feels like I haven't been here in years! But it all looks the same!"

I can't agree with him more. It feels like he hasn't been here in forever, like I haven't seen him in centuries. It feels as if Pat was the missing puzzle piece to make my room feel like it's normal again.

Having him sitting there on my sofa flipping through my architecture magazines seems all too natural, like this is where he's supposed to be. His eyes are moving side to side as he reads the magazines. I'm not even too sure what I'm supposed to say now.

I feel a bit guilty for punching Pluto... well not really because that asshole was being incredibly annoying. Incredibly insufferable! Thinking about him now makes my blood boil in anger, makes me want to go out and actually punch him in real life this time.

"Hey, what do you want to eat?" Pat's deep voice shakes me out of my violent thoughts.

"I'm fine with anyth-"

Pat arches one of his long, thick black eyebrows at me, "don't try to lie to me Korapat Kirdpan."

He said my name. My full name in that deep husky voice of his while his dark stern brown eyes are staring into mine. My brain stops functioning for a few minutes.

Until it registers that he called me by my full name, I know it should bother me even when it really doesn't, so I frown. It might seem weird if I don't frown when he's trying to lecture me.

"Don't you dare call me by my full name again, Pawat Chittsawangdee." I flip him off for good measure, which he returns back to me.

" As I was saying, I know how you work. You might not eat a lot due to you being so busy all the time, but I know you are also a picky eater even if you don't seem like it. You don't like to eat bell peppers, chili peppers, onion, pineapple, and-" 

I cover his mouth with my hands. 

"I want not another word out of you complaining, got it?" 

Just as I thought that he was going to be docile for a bit, I feel a warm and wet sensation on my palm!  

"SHIAA PAT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"  

THE NERVE OF THIS ASSHOLE TO LICK MY HAND! I exclaim as I quickly retract my hand and run to the bathroom to wash it off.  

***** 

Pat's P.O.V:

I was not expecting that Pran would invite me to his room. 

It is an unusual feeling, but I am trying to play it off as if I don't care. Pran right now needs to be taken care of, so I send a quick message to Korn telling him to reschedule the date as I have an injured family friend. Which is somewhat of a white lie, but he doesn't need to know the whole truth. 

After I licked his hand, I bursted out cackling at his reaction! 

He was so disgusted and repulsed by me wondering what kind of a crazy bastard I am. 

When he returns from washing his hand I asked him again what he wanted to eat. 

He bites the side of his lip, while tapping his foot on the floor in contemplation.  

At ease, Pat. Keep calm, be cool. It's okay that you think his looks surpass the looks of the god Adonis. It's fine that your heart is aching while also wanting to capture his bitten lips with your own. 

Control yourself. 

Be his friend, friend, friend. 

"I want to eat some glass noodles with ground chicken, mushrooms, carrots,  then seasoned and wrapped inside an eggroll skin then deep fried until golden brown." 

"Didn't you say that you weren't a picky eater? You sure are specific with how you want your meals." I shake my head while searching up the best restaurant that serves glass noodles and eggrolls. When I find it, I place his order along with mine. 

"What did you order?" 

"The same as you. It sounds like it will taste good. What should we do while we wait for our food?" I ask as I don't know exactly what to talk to him about, after I decided not to get too close to him. 

He takes a seat beside me. 

Pran answers, "do you want to play truth or dare? I don't think we have played that game in years, and I think it should be interesting enough until our food gets here."  

I nod while wanting to play the game. 

I ask,"okay, so do you go first or shall I?"  

Pran says that I should go first, because he wants more time to think of a dare and a question for me. 

"Truth or dare Pran?" 

He turns his whole body to face me while answering truth. 

"Are you wearing your red underwear toda-" 

Before I even finish  asking the question he smacked my mouth!  

He narrows his eyes at me, "really Pat?" 

I reply, "really." 

"Ugh. No, I'm not wearing red underwear. Now, it's my turn to ask you. Truth or dare?" 

"Dare." 

"I knew you were going to do that. I dare you to let me draw something on you." 

I whine, "PRAANN!! PLEASE! DO NOT DRAW ANY DICKS ON MY FACE! I have a competition tomorrow! Have some mercy on this poor innocent sinner!" I beg while I get off the couch and onto the floor on my knees to beg him. 

He has an evil grin on his face. 

"I will consider it. But close your eyes first so that I can draw on you."  

I close my eyes. 

***** 

Pran's P.O.V: 

I go to my desk to get a permanent sharpie while smirking. I go to sit on the couch in front of where Pat is kneeling. I start writing loser all over his face, while he continues frowning as if he already knows that I'm up to no good.  

"Okay, done. You should go look in the mirror." I say as I place the cap back onto the sharpie. 

He groans, "I already know I'm not going to like this one bit." We both get up to go to the bathroom so that I can see his reaction, but I did not think that there would be a marker on the floor that makes me slip forward. I  close my eyes as I brace myself for impact on my cold hard floor, but instead my lips landed on something softer.  

I open my eyes to see Pat's underneath mine as wide as the sky. Then, my eyes travel down to our connected lips! 

*DING DONG* 

"Mr. Pat, your food delivery is here!"