We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 79: Fundraising Walk

*This chapter hasn't been proofread.

In just three days, we'll be heading off to our volunteer camp in Mae Chaem (a district of Chiang Mai)! I don't even need to tell you how chaotic things are in the club right now—you can probably imagine. I'm actually a bit excited myself. Even though I'm half Bangkokian, half Chiang Mai native, I've never been to Mae Chaem or gone on a camp trip this long—almost a whole month

A bit of excitement is normal, right? Yesterday, I even rushed to pack my bags and get everything ready for our mountain adventure. Phum scolded me, saying I was being over-eager. "Why pack so early? We've still got three days." he said. Look at his sassy mouth! And the stuff I packed includes your things too, you know. Damn that rascal Phum.

As for P'Tong and part of the Construction team, along with a few from the Welfare team, they've already headed up to Mae Chaem. This group is jokingly referred to as the "Premium team" because they need to transport donated items ahead of time and start preparing, including buying all the necessary construction equipment.

Phi Tong and his crew took pickup trucks, while the rest of us were taking the train. The Welfare team had to come along because, well, who else is going to cook for the laborers? Haha! By now, Green and Fai have probably transformed into mountain girls.

As for us over here at the club, things are just as chaotic—but at least we're done with exams and on break. The girls are busy packing items, while Dr. Karn is typing up lists and finishing up any remaining paperwork.

Meanwhile, Gigi and Katie are screaming, yelling, and blasting music throughout the club because they're practicing a dance with seven or eight other girls. The performance is meant for the villagers who'll be welcoming us, which is tradition, of course.

As for Matt, Pan, Mick, and their group of over ten others, they're carrying boxes. Everyone's helping and doing their part to the best of their ability. As for me, I'm currently sorting out the donations we received yesterday and loading them onto the truck to be sent to P'Paew's house, since it's near Hua Lamphong Station.

As for Matt, Pan, Mick, and another dozen or so friends, they're out walking with donation boxes. Everyone is pitching in and doing their part to the best of their ability. I, on the other hand, am busy sorting through the donations we received yesterday and loading them onto a truck to send to Phi Paew's house. Her house is conveniently close to Hua Lamphong Station.

So, we had to move the stuff to storage first to make it easier to load for the trip. Honestly, there wasn't that much, since P'Tong and his crew already took most of it to Mae Chaem. But why was I so tired? Well, how could I not be, when it was just the four of us—Q, Beer, Noo, and me—doing all the heavy lifting?

And as for Toey, don't even call that helping. He was more like an extra in the background, contributing nothing useful to the group effort. On top of that, he kept trying to open the boxes to see what was inside. Seriously, it was headache-inducing.

You're probably wondering where everyone else disappeared to, leaving just the four of us to haul everything. Those guys, being all sneaky, hitched a ride on the first truck and didn't bother coming back. Only P'Joke came back with an empty truck. Want to know who the culprits were? Let me name and shame them: Tan, Fang, Day, Chan, M, Phum... and a whole bunch of others.

After some digging, I found out from P'Joke that P'Paew's house is actually a wholesale shop for alcoholic beverages from every country and of every type. Ha, no need to say how thrilled they must all be by now. P'Joke himself still looks a little tipsy. They didn't even bother inviting me, those jerks. Just wait, I'll remember this!

And Phum—don't think you're off the hook. Always going on about how much you love me, how you don't want to be apart, how you want to stay close all the time. Pfft. But as soon as free alcohol comes into play, what happens? Do you even remember what your partner's face looks like?