Like a Stream [TIWPOR/MARKFORD]

04: "I mean, can I move into blue team?"

Weird.

Por didn't really notice at first. But Tiw felt far away on this trip. He rarely sees his face more than 10 seconds before something distracts and splits them.

They only talked for a bit during morning assembly. They don't sit together in the bus. Tiw ate lunch on another table. And when they were divided into 2 groups, it was: Sound, Win, Por and Phat. While the other one has Tinn, Gun, Tiw and Yo. Like, why??

Por stared at the blue ribbons in Yo's hand for too long. "Yo..."

"What?"

"Can we switch?"

"Why?"

"I want blue..."

"Oh, sure." Por was hopeful but Yo took all four of the red ribbons in his hand and gave him the blue ones.

He pouted. "Now I want red..."

"Okay," and Yo switched all of them back again.

"No...! Not like that!"

Yo's brows knitted. "So?"

"I wanna be in blue team!"

"Take them then!"

"I mean, can I move into blue team?"

"Well, that's hard. You can't separate Tinn and Gun. One team has to have one committee member. We can't both be here."

"Then, can't I just-"

"What took you guys so long?" Phat came checking on them.

"This Por. He can't decide if he wants red or blue."

"Huh? What's so hard about that??"

Por looked at them with mouth agape. Why did it turn out this way?? They should get it! His friends always caught on, sometimes even before Por himself realized it. But now they are suddenly dumb and Por can't find any rocks to hit them with.

Then he saw from the corner of his eye that Tinn and Gun were heading this way too. Por was flustered, because he didn't want to make a scene. "Ah, whatever!" He snatched back the red ribbons. "This is fine!" Then stomped away, back to his team.

While tying his own, he saw Tinn helping Tiw tie the ribbon on his wrist. Tiw looked up, their gazes locking. He waved at Por, with the usual sweet smile. Instead of returning the gesture, Por turned away. Frown and pout prominent.

How can Tiwson be so chill about all these? Can't he see? That the distance seemed to be getting wider and wider.

But he regrets the action very soon. Them not having much time together isn't Tiwson's fault. He already misses that boy so damn much, he shouldn't sabotage every little chance they have by himself.

So Por turned back to Tiw, who's still looking his way, as expected. Flashing a small smile and waving back, a tad bit late, but Tiw seems to love it all the same. Tiw gave out a mini finger heart and Por laughed. That boy is a blessing.

Por decided to enjoy it as long as Tiw is here, within reach and within sigh. That's enough to fill the gaping hole and warm his chest.

...

Now, this is fishy.

Tiw had a hunch when he met Phat this morning. Dude was acting strange for whatever reason. Gun was no better. He smiled too much, talked too much as well. Tinn gave him a look and mysterious pat on the shoulder.

But Por came along, spring in his steps, looking adorable in his oversized jacket and khaki shorts. Tiw put aside every suspicious hint to focus on the little guy. It was going well at first. Until they were up on the bus and Por got in. Then Yo landed his ass next to him.

"Can I sit here? I'm carsick. I can't sit at the back." Por offered the window seat but Yo cried out. "No, seeing the view makes me even more dizzy!" And because the line behind Tiw was getting long, he reluctantly moved to the seat behind Por.

Came lunchtime. Tiw grabbed two boxes, two sets of fruits and water bottles. Before getting to Por, however, Win and Gun cut in. Blurting thanks, robbing Por's share, and making a run for it. Before long, the table was fully occupied, leaving only him and Tinn to sit with other people.

Something's definitely up.

But Tiw knew better than confronting the Chinzillas. They might get skittish and harder to talk to. So he observed, not fighting it when the teams were made, obviously separating him and Por.

He intended to do nothing until he knew what's going on. Yet Por looked at him with those sad kitten eyes and tiny wave. If he doesn't melt from the heat, he would by those glistening eyes.

Okay, he can't let this go on.

While picking up trash in the woods, he searched for an opening to go up to Por. But, damn, there're like 4 Great Walls around that boy all the time. After some time though, Sound and Win seemed to be arguing. Sound stormed off. Win went after him. Don't get him wrong, because Tiw doesn't wish misfortune upon his friends... but lucky him!

The barrier weakened considerably with the two gone so Tiwson made his way to his sweetheart. He only got as far as three steps when he felt a force pulling him back.

"Whoa, what?" He turned around, eyes widened. "Ai'Gun, Ai'Tinn??"

"Ssshhhh!" Gun shushed.

Tinn closed Tiw's mouth with an apologetic look. Gun locked his arms and they proceeded to drag him away. Tiw began to think if they were to dispose of his body here nobody would find him. What had he done wrong though? Is it his past life's karma? Fuck, so being cupid for these two isn't enough to erase his sin?

Then they stopped. Tiw looked around. They were only behind the big tree a few meters from Por and his walls.

"What the heck?"

"Pipe down!" Gun hissed again.

"I thought you guys were gonna kill me."

"Are you crazy? Who'd do that!"

"Then why are we hiding here? You selling me weed?"

"It's about Por."

"Yes?" Tiw gave the jokes a rest. He's all ears.

But Gun was suddenly nervous. He eyed Tinn, giving a sign. Tinn knitted his brows, shaking his head. The former whined silently as he pulled on the latter's shirt.

Tiwson watched with utter disgust. "Okay, stop! I'll decide. Ai'Tinn, speak."

"Uh, sure..." started him. "But don't be angry, okay, buddy?"

...

I heard MarkFord AU are getting scarce
Hope TiwPor still helps
But seriously if GMMTV wants to promote Mark Pakin they surely aren't so dumb not to see the market MF has??