Never Thought

#2. We Found..

Beam's POV  

I hate that guy. I hate myself. I hate his existence. I hate my life.

That guy made me forget my confusion to Kit, but not in a good way. He made me forget because we did something I regret for my whole life. Stupid shit. He thinks he's handsome enough to make me fall for him? Who does he think he is? He's not that handsome, he's a prick, he's not that great on the bed, he's an awful kisser. Shit. Why do I have to remember it?

In my anger state, I hear myself growling. Ah, shit. I should just told him to buy a food. No. No. Beam, shut up.

I walk slowly and limply, ah great, limply, aiming to the door but suddenly I heard footsteps.

Is it Forth? If it's him, where did he buy the food? What took him so long?

Huh? No, I'm not waiting for him. Like hell I would.

"Beam!" Someone called me from outside. It's my best shitty friend, Kit.

"What?" I said, opening the door.

"Where were you? I haven't see you since last night."

"Got drunk." When I said that, I see a plastic bag hanging on the door handle.

"What is this?" I asked.

"That's what I want to ask you too."

We both are now staring at the plastic bag. Then I decide to open it.

"It's.. Food." Is this from that stupid engineer?

"From who?" I see Kit frowning. "And painkillers. Who would give you food and painkillers at this time?" Damn. This is positively from that guy! Why it has to be when Kit is around? He can't know our sin. No one can know.

"I don't know. Just put it away." I give the plastic bag to him. Then my stomach is growling again.

"I'm hungry. Do you bring food?" I asked him holding my stomach.

"Here." Shit. He gives me back the plastic bag from the guy I hate.

"Not this, asshole."

"How would I know you're hungry? Just eat it, man. It's probably from your fans. They always give you surprises." Yes, it's true. But this time, I can assure you it's not from my fans.

"Fine." I give up after all. I'm too hungry to hold my pride. Like I was too drunk to hold my pride broken to pieces because of an asshole named Forth. When did he put it, anyway? It must be when I took a bath.

Kit and I are sitting peacefully on the couch. Gladly the couch is soft enough to my sore ass.

"Where did you sleep last night?" Kit opened the conversation while I'm eating.

"Lam's place." I answered it short. Hope he's not asking me more than this.

"Hm. Did you really get high until you forgot your way home?" Kit.. Please stop.

"Yeah. I was afraid to drive."

"Fine."

"Wait, did you have a fight?" Now I'm shocked with his question.

"What? No, I didn't."

"You got bruises around your thighs and legs. Look."

Shit! I'm not going to forgive that guy! Now I remember I saw the bruises when I took a bath, but I wear short pants because I thought no one will come to my room. And that's.. Kit is here and I forgot to change it.