Bad buddy one shots

26.

“They can’t see you, dumbass.” 

“What are you doing here, Pran?” Pat asked, turning around to face the other boy, folding his arms over his chest and arching a brow in disdain. “This is my side of the school. Or did you forget our agreement?” he smirked while Pran took a few steps closer to him. 

“I never agreed to that.” Pran reminded him, only to see Pat roll his eyes. “The other side of the building is boring.”

“Is that why you came to visit?” Pat asked teasingly. “Did you miss me?”

“Miss you, my ass.” Pran cursed under his breath before pointing to the two high school girls rounding the corner into their corridor and Pat smirked. Getting ready, Pat waited until the two girls walked right by him and he jumped towards them, shouting and growling to try and scare them. “I told you they can’t see you.” Pran sighed, although very much amused by the sight of Pat failing at something. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Can’t I do whatever the fuck I want anymore?” Pat spat in annoyance at both failing at scaring the girls and for looking stupid in front of his sworn enemy. “As if you’re any better anyway..” he grumbled and Pran snickered back, a cocky look taking place on his face as he pushed Pat out of his way as a boy walked closer to them. 

Pran approached the boy, eyeing him carefully and searching for the best thing to do until he noticed the books in the boy’s hands. A smirk stretched his lips and Pran gathered energy before slamming his hand onto the books. Sure enough, the books fell from the boy’s grasp and were brutally scattered on the ground at the boy’s feet. 

Frightened, the boy jumped, a loud yell escaping his mouth before running away full speed to get away from the corridor, abandoning his books on the floor of the third floor. Pat watched the entire scene in shock and with what Pran could discern was awe. Pran proudly walked back to Pat and shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing. 

“How did you do that?” Pat asked before looking down at his own hands. “I can’t do that.”

“I trained hard the first few months after…you know.” Pran replied, his voice dying down near the end and Pat nodded. “It was difficult but I managed to do it. It requires a lot of energy the first few times but it gets easier the more you do it.”

“Can you teach me?” Pat asked, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He put his pride aside to ask him that and he hoped that Pran wouldn’t be a little shit in return this time. It had been so long since Pat had held anything in his hands that he was desperate now that he had seen it was possible to do so. Surprisingly enough, Pran looked back at him with a kind smile and agreed without a fuss. 

“Sure, why not.” 

“That’s it?” Pat couldn’t help but say in surprise and perhaps feeling a little suspicious that Pran was planning something that would most likely piss him off.

“Well, yeah?” Pran said, confused. What more was he supposed to say? “I think it can be fun. That is if you stop trying to pick fights with me..”

“We’ll see about that.” Pat smirked and even though Pran rolled his eyes and sighed, he still gestured for Pat to follow him. 

It has been 20 years already.

20 years since Pat and Pran’s death. 

It was supposed to be a good day that day. They had been excited as their high school had decided to take them on a trip before Christmas holidays and for once, even if Pat was on the trip too, Pran’s mom had caved in and allowed Pran to go.