Nobody could beat the joy students feel when the weekend arrives. It's always the happiest forty-eight hours of the week because they get to spend time with family, friends, or someone special to them. They can forget about school and other stressors, relaxing at the beach, exercising, shopping, or doing whatever makes them feel carefree.
But for ten-year-old Saint Suppapong, playing in their backyard is more than enough. With the company of his two most cherished friends, Little Seng and Little Zee, the weekend is truly satisfying. However, on this particular Sunday, Little Seng couldn't join them because he and his family went to the beach. Saint felt a bit sad about Little Seng's absence because he's always fun to play with.
"Saaaaaint~ C'mon! Chase me~" teased Little Zee with a playful tone.
They were engrossed in a game of chase and tag in the backyard during the late afternoon. The bright sun couldn't spoil their fun as they were sheltered by two old pine trees on either side. Despite the sun's scorching heat, refreshing breezes blew towards them as they ran.
"You run too fast! I can't keep up!" Little Saint yelled in defeat.
Little Zee continued running ahead, oblivious to the little chaser behind him. Lost in his own enjoyment, he didn't realize that no one was chasing him, unable to hear Little Saint's huffs and grumbles. Suddenly, he halted at the sound of a loud cry. Turning back, he panicked at the sight. All he could do was run as fast as his little feet could carry him towards his precious friend, who was kneeling on the dirty ground, crying in distress.
"Mommy!! Daddy!!" Little Saint sobbed loudly.
"Oh no! Oh no! Saint, it's... it's okay," Little Zee tried to console, though he was also panicking.
Panicked, Little Zee helped Little Saint sit comfortably on the ground to check for wounds on his knees. As expected, there were scratches and small wounds on both sides. Little Zee became even more panicked, unsure of how to calm down his friend. He softly blew on the wounds, but it didn't help. Little Saint kept crying loudly, calling for his parents.
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Fanfiction"Why do they call it a crush? Because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same way in return. And I don't know why I am still hoping..." Story is especially requested by GouriAsokan 💜