When "Summer Lovin" goes "back to school" in a whole different country. Greaser Kit meets good boy Ming while on summer vacation with this family in Thailand. Now, back home in the USA, he's left his love in the foreign land and is starting his fi...
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MING’s POV
For the past week I have been trying to dodge not only Kit but Fi as well. I finally breakdown and say yes to going out with Fi...as friends. I think the ‘as friend’s part didn’t sink in. Going to a dark movie theater had been a bad choice. I spent most of the movie holding his hand just to keep it from wandering places it had no business wandering. I tried like hell to beg off of going to get something to eat, but instead of his car heading in the direction of my house it ended up at Ray’s Diner.
“What can I get you folks tonight?” the tired waitress asks after we had time to look over the menu.
Fi’s wallet is going to pay for not taking me home. “I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger with fries and onion rings. I also want a strawberry shake, a coke, and cherry pie for dessert.”
Fi’s eyes get bigger with each new item. “I’ll just have a burger with fries, thanks.”
“What are your plans for after graduation?” Fi asks sipping his soda.
“College, I guess.” I knew exactly what I was going to do after graduation before we moved. Now, I’m not so sure.
“Me too. I’m going to State on a full football scholarship. I can’t wait.”
As our food arrives Kit comes in with his group of friends taking over a booth by the old fashioned jukebox this place has. I grab my burger and take a huge bite chewing it with vigor. After a few minutes of methodically making my way through my food I’m ready for some new music. I am not in any way walking past him to draw his attention. He’s been staring at us the whole time he has been here.
“I’m going to go pick a new song,” I say getting up from the table. Holding my hand out he looks at me funny. I meant what I said about making his wallet pay. “I need money.”
“Oh...yeah.” Fi digs through his pocket and drops a few coins in my hand.
I can feel Kit’s eyes on my ass as I pass him and start looking over the song selections.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
“Are you really here with Fi? Fi of all people!” Kit growls close to my ear.
I shrug and press at random buttons.
“What’s wrong with Fi?”
“He’s a meathead. All the guy knows is football.”
“So? You should try playing a sport sometime. You might like it. Besides Fi doesn’t have any issues with being seen with me in public.”
“That’s not fair, Ming. You know I don’t have a problem with that,” Kit whines. In Thailand he had no problems, here seems to be a different story.
“I get it. I can’t be seen with you in front of your friends? Are you ashamed of me or something?”
Kit runs a hand through his hair and curses. “No, I’m not ashamed. I just have a certain image…”
“Yeah of a prick. Have fun hanging with your ego, asshole.” Before I can leave he places his hand right above my ass. His palm is scorching even through the fabric of my shirt.
“I’m sorry, Ming. I’m going to prove it to you. I miss you, too. More than you will ever know,” he whispers against my ear.
“I don’t miss you!” I growl but I finally hear the lyrics of what song I chose. It’s “I Miss You” by Clean Bandit and Julia Michaels. Great. I guess my subconscious can’t lie as well as my mouth does.
I silently groan at seeing his smirk grow. He’s not buying it either. “If Fi starts to get handsy sock that fucker in the mouth, okay. Text Kaari when you get home, since I know you won’t text me. I’ll see you later, baby.”
I can breathe again normally once he removes his hand and walks away. As for my weak knees that’s a whole different issue. Damn, dimpled KitKat!
