More Than Words II: Say It If You Do

Chapter 18

Why did this chapter not get published? :O

GUYS, SOTUS S !!! *boarding the rocket to the Moon and Sun* Wheeee :P Sorry, just too happy with the new season news :')

Arthit was sitting on the bed, fiddling with the gaming console. Kongphob had gone out with his friends. Arthit's own friends were gone because he had not told them he was free. He kicked the pillow off his bed. Why did he think he was going to spend the last two days with Kongphob when the latter wasn't interested?  Arthit huffed and pulled his fringes irritated. He needed a haircut really soon. They were growing long. He didn't  need to give Kongphob another excuse to tease him. That smartass already had too many as it was. In fact, he didn't need any. Arthit bent down to pick his pillow when someone knocked loudly on his door.

Arthit checked the time. It was seventeen minutes past ten. Who would come to his place at this hour?

"P'Arthit!"

Arthit fell down from his bed in shock. He cursed, rubbing his forehead where it hit the chair's leg.

"P'Arthit!"

He stood up, wobbling and went to open the door. "Wait a minute, dammit."

Arthit opened the door, ready to pass a snarky comment but he was taken aback. Just a week back, they had been on the opposite side of the door. Arthit had been outside, Kongphob inside but it was still the same because Arthit was still painfully sober and Kongphob was drunk. Again.

"What the hell, Kongphob."

Kongphob just pushed past him and entered the flatlet. He flung his shoes off and made a beeline for the bed. He plopped down on it.

"Come here, P'Arthit. Join me."

Arthit pressed his lips together in amusement and irritation. "Invite me to my bed. Why not."

"Heh. P'."

"How drunk are you today?" Arthit was going to break his bones if Kongphob tried to squish his butt again. He pushed the shoes aside with his foot and went to his cupboard and pulled the largest pair of t-shirt and shorts of his. Kongphob was lanky, so he was going to fit in them anyway. He threw them at the drunk boy.

"Do you get drunk this often?"

"Am going home, P'."

"So?"

"So nothing." Kongphob dragged himself across the dark blue bed sheet and stopped midway. His feet hung off the edge.

"Don't overdo it just because you can." He gritted his teeth at the sight in front of him. He roughly pulled the socks one by one from Kongphob's feet. "Just look at you."