KongArt Week Stories

Fishy Fishy! - Part Three

Arthit sat, staring out the window of their tour bus, scowling, Early mornings were a terror and a trip that he didn't want to go for made things worse. He was surprisingly one of the first few to have arrived the earliest despite his draggy feet and attitude out the house. But honestly speaking, he wasn't that adverse to going for the camp by the time the end of the week came.

And despite his reluctance to admit it, it had a lot to do with a certain classmate who basically bulldozed his way into his life. In the short few days of the week, Kongpob had pretty much done all the following. One - fed him most of his lunch on a regular basis. Two - told everyone in class Arthit was now his best friend and if they wanted him on their team, Arthit would have to be included. Three - followed him pretty much wherever he went till it was time for them to go home. He'd even tried to get himself invited home with Arthit but the latter had been adamant, successfully holding his ground for once.

He wasn't ready for that just yet.

In fact, he didn't even know how any of the rest of the things happened. All he remembered was that everytime he started to say no, the damn puppy eyes that reminded him of his goldfish would appear and he was saying yes the very next minute.

"Morning," a voice above him chirped, bringing him out of his reverie as he looked up to the owner of the voice. Kongpob was beaming at him as though mornings were the best things in the world. He couldn't understand how.

"Can I sit here?"

"No."

"Okay." And then Kongpob proceeded to plant his butt in the empty space next to him.

"If you were going to sit here anyway, why did you even bother asking?" Arthit grumbled as he shifted his bag from beside him to the space by his feet.

"I was just being courteous."

"Courteous means knowing when to back off when someone says no."

"Except you usually mean yes, even when you say no." Kongpob happily answered, pointing at the bag by Arthit's feet. "Also, your nostrils flare when it's supposed to mean yes."

"No it doesn't!" Arthit exclaimed indignantly.

"Yup, it does. See, it just did it again." Kongpob hummed, grinning at the other before turning his attention to his bag as he dug through the contents.

"No it doesn't," Arthit grumbled, wrinkling his nose. A small blush slowly crept up his face as he turned to face the window again. Why did this boy have to be so damn observant?

He was just about to turn fully, seeing Kongpob's reflection move in the window but was met with a light press of a cold bottle on his cheek. Startled, he moved away in reflex, knocking his head on the glass.

"Ow.." Arthit whined, before he was abruptly pulled against a chest that was much broader than he thought it was.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need the doctor?" Kongpob's questions came at rapid fire speed as he rubbed at Arthit's head, half standing to try to see over to the other side of his head.

"I'm fine," Arthit mumbled, pushing awkwardly at Kongpob's chest. "It was cold."

"Are you sure? Your face is so red." Kongpob asked, the concern evident in his face. He continued eyeing the other as he opened the bottle of pink milk and slipped a straw in, handing it over to Arthit.

"I'm fine!" Arthit said in a hurry, grabbing a hold of the bottle and turning to face the window once more. It was then he belatedly realised that Kongpob had just handed him his favourite drink. How did he even know? There was something very strange going on.