Starstruck on You [Mile x Apo] [MileApo]

Chapter 7: All or Nothing

"Apo ... how the hell did you get full access to this?"

"Poor luck Kasem? Hey! Don't touch that," Apo chided his best friend, smacked the other's hand away from where fingers strummed a blue guitar that hung on the wall of the spare bedroom that belonged to Mile Romsaithong. After three days of absence and zero contact from Apo, Kasem had threatened to contact the authorities to report him missing if he didn't answer his text messages or call him back. The voice messages that had piled up in Apo's phone had mostly been from Kasem.

Day 1 Voicemail: Popo, I have a dilemma and I need you to tell me – blue or orange? Just pick one!

Day 2 Voicemail: ...Okay fine I realized that didn't seem important. It's for a shirt. Yes, it's an Aerosmith shirt...yes, I know wearing a shirt that reminds me of Decha is pathetic fanboy material, shut up! Don't judge me! BLUE OR ORANGE PO!"

Day 3 Voicemail: Okay, this isn't funny. You haven't answered my text spam, or my beautifully crated voicemails so if you don't call me back, I WILL be reporting your ass missing or kidnapped by pirates. So, if neither occurred, answer me.

Needless to say, Apo took the time to contact his best friend that he was well, alive, and relatively sane. To which Kasem asked for a color, Apo rolled his eyes, and answered 'Orange', that way it would pop if he ever walked down the street, accidentally crashed into Decha, and could casually toss himself onto the drummer. They were hardcore fanboys that had problems.

Honestly, the concern was incredibly flattering; his friends always had his back when he had no one else to count on. Even though they were from completely different departments on campus: law for Kasem and photography for Apo, the two were thick as thieves.

"I told you to come here not to go exploring like a crazy person."

"When will I EVER get a chance to do this again? Waaaait – are you two dating?!" Kasem rounded on his heel, spun with arms outstretched to motion to the guitars that adorned the walls like the most expensive wallpaper. "And this room is your dowry?"

"Kasem, are you drunk?"

"Not today?"

Apo rolled his eyes. He knew that his friend was a good social drinker, only two or three the most and never drove intoxicated, but when he said stupid stuff like this, he questioned his sobriety. "Dowry? Dating? We're not living in the archaic times of bride bartering."

"You're right, he'd be broke trying to buy you as a sugar baby."

"You make it seem like I'm high maintenance!"

"Aaaaand ... you're not?"

A swing of his fist towards Kasem, who readily dodged his action, a common amenity between them, Apo sighed heavily, "I'm just staying to help him."

"Like a live-in boyfriend?"

"We're NOT boyfriends!"

"But...his fingers...you know..." Kasem made a scissor motion with one hand to which Apo snapped forward in time to catch his friend's mouth as he spoke, "...were inside you." Was mumbled against the tanned palm that kept modesty shielded as Kasem rolled his eyes.

Yes, they were that honest with one another. Like brothers. It was probably since the second year of friendship when Kasem stumbled into Apo's dorm, entirely out of it, claimed that his bar date had flopped in the sexual department.

"Apo – never let anyone tell you an inch doesn't matter. It does! I couldn't feel anything—"

"Kasem...ummm..."