Getting Over Him

Tragic

Pat's P.O.V: 

I smile to myself as I look in my mirror that's in my dorm and bring my hand up to touch the big blue and purple hickies that Pran left on my neck. Then I see in the mirror that he had left even more down my body- especially on my abs. I can't believe that it was just yesterday when I had lost almost all of my senses of self-control when I saw Pran in the bleachers having that deep V-cut shirt on with those shorts that exposed a great deal of his long legs. 

Even from the rugby field I could see his sweat dripping down his chest, neck, and legs- and oh how much I wanted to lick all of it off of him and know his taste.  

All of the adrenaline from playing too hard mixed with the scene of seeing a chiseled jawline and sparkling eyes that seemed to shine in the sunlight. His dimples appeared when he smiled, making him look like a god among mortals.

I couldn't help but watch him as he chatted with his friends, his easy laugh carrying across the field. It was as if he had a magnetic personality that drew people towards him, and I have always found myself wanting to be near him too. I never thought that he would reciprocate my feelings, especially not when our families have long since been enemies...

As the game began, Pran's focus shifted towards me, his eyes following only my  movements  with a fierce intensity. He was watching me just as much as I was watching him. I was glancing in awe as he seemed to anticipate my every move before it happened, his knowledge of the game. and of me apparent in his every gesture.

When the game ended and his friend got up to leave I thought he would also leave with Wai, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. I wanted to grab his hand even while I was playing during the match, close the space between our bodies and more importantly between our lips. I wanted to show the whole world that we are in love with each other, that we belong with each other. I wanted to shout out to him that I am and always have been hopelessly in love with him! No one else could hold a candle to my love for him. 

Even with all of these thoughts running through my head, I was surprised to see that he was still sitting down on the bleachers and looked at where my team was headed at then left. After all of these long hard years of knowing Pran, I knew  what that look in his eyes meant. That he was thinking of talking to me after I got showered and everything. 

Which is why I just dragged him into the locker rooms after everybody left, I took him by surprise and we finally were able to bridge the space that was between our bodies. 

After remembering the events of yesterday, I went out of my dorm and made my way to Pran's class. I was super excited to see the look of his shocked face when he saw me waiting for him! I grabbed his hand before he could say another word and took him to the truck that sells wonton noodles.  

"Hurry, take a seat Pran." 

"Wha- I- huh?" 

"Take a seat, you must be hungry. Don't worry, this is the place where I usually get your food from." 

Pran still looked a little confused but sat down regardless at one of the old metal round tables with the uneven chairs. He might not like them as much due to his obsession with everything needing to be even and clean, but he'll love the food here. 

I place my order and go back to Pran with a bowl of two wonton noodles. "Thanks", he says in an unsure voice. I sit in front of him and start eating my wonton noodles while seeing him try to break and measure that the chopsticks are of equal height with one another. I smile fondly at this scene to which he frowns at me and starts eating his own food. 

"This is so good! I can see why you always buy them from here Pat!" 

"I know right? I have amazing taste!" 

He lightly slaps my shoulder to which I laugh at, then I grab his hand and interlace our fingers together. 

"Oi Pat! You know that we can't." 

He looks very nervously around us to make sure that there's no one that we know of. 

"Don't worry, no one from our school comes here. But if you're that worried we can go to my dorm." I squeeze his hand as I look into his deep obsidian eyes. I can see him contemplating about a million different things until he looks at our hands and he nods his head yes. 

I smile and pay for our food, then I grab our things and still hold his hand as we make our way to my dorm room.  

"You know I'm always surprised that you keep your room really clean." He says as he makes his way to my couch like it's a routine. "Yeah you know that I have many sides to me," I respond while wiggling my eyebrows to which he throws a pillow my way. "You're in for it now!" I grab the pillow and run towards him while he has another pillow to try to defend himself with. It somehow became a pillow fight when I had intended for it to be a romantic night. 

After an intense pillow fight that left the room strewn with feathers and giggles, we collapsed onto the bed that we somehow had made our way onto in the middle of our fight, breathless and laughing. We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath and enjoying the warmth of each other's company.

As the last of the giggles faded away, I turned to Pran, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know what we should do now?" I said.

"What?" replied the other, a playful smile on his lips.

"We should have a pillow fight rematch," I said, grabbing a nearby pillow and swinging it Pran's beautiful face.

The other boy responded with a laugh, grabbing his own pillow and swinging it back at him. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and pillow hits once again.

As the pillow fight began to wind down, we found themselves standing face to face, our pillows hanging loosely in our hands. There was a moment of silence as we looked at each other, our breaths coming in short gasps.

Without warning, I dropped my pillow and stepped forward, my arms wrapping around Pran's waist. The other boy responded in kind, our bodies coming together in a warm embrace.

For a few moments, we stood there, swaying gently back and forth, with our hearts beating in time with each other. Then, without a word,we leaned in and our lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

As we pulled away, our eyes locked in a loving gaze, "this could be the start of a beautiful romance Pran", he looks away for a moment before whispering, "or the start of a tragic one." 

"Either way, I'd be happy that we're in each others' arms like this." Pran gives me his deep dimpled smile to which I kiss each one of his dimples, and Pran moves his face so that our lips connect again.