My Chocomallows Cake by ARIE78 (on hold)

Chapter 12

 Beam was sitting in library during break, study hall AND free period because damn schoolwork was hard and Kit was strict. With a few scolding and flicks to his head Kit had successfully kept Beam's eyes on the lesson and he was now halfway through his essay on 'Food and Cooking and Chefs' the last he added despite Kit's protests of 'that's too random and weird.' Kit corrected his verbs and pronouns in between checking Ming's essay. (He had finished his own long ago)

Despite Kit's diligence Beam felt himself drifting off to wondering about certain chefs and how he seemed to be angry at him. Angry? Why was HE angry? Beam hadn't done anything wrong. He wasn't speaking in weird codes...or moving in weird codes...what was that anyway?

"There I was cooking... what was that anyway?" Kit quirked up an eyebrow as he read out loud from Beam's essay. "You do realize that sentence makes no sense whatsoever..."

Oh shit! Beam wrote what he was thinking! He's glad he didn't describe what 'that' exactly had been.

Kit didn't press on the matter as he scratched off the sentence.

"Maybe I need a break from studying." He got up with a polite bow.

Well technically at school you don't exactly take a break from studying but your brain can zone off upon will and Beam's brain did just that until he had gone back home...uh...Forth's apartment. He tried finishing the essay, then tried watching that stupid box which he couldn't even operate properly anyway, before the door clicked open and Forth walked in early just as he had requested.

So Forth remembered his request? Wow that was nice of him.

When Forth refused to acknowledge him and moved into the kitchen (seriously he just got out from one!) Beam thought dully that maybe Forth didn't come home early for him after all.

Okay! So that was enough! Before they would fight but still it had never resorted to ignoring each other. This time Beam's not even sure that they fought. He was surely praising Forth before the whole ordeal and Forth was acting like a boob for what? What was Forth saying? Beam had enough of these stupid moody chefs and their fancy codes! He needed to learn this dumb code but to learn a chef's code don't you need to be a chef first?

Yosh! Solution!

"P'Forth! Teach me more stuff!"

Unfortunately, Forth didn't share his enthusiasm. Forth Jaturapom didn't turn towards him or even acknowledge his presence for a long time.

"Phi?" Beam called.

"I can't," he finally said, rubbing a cloth over the counter which really didn't require any cleaning.

"... What?" Beam uttered.

"I'm sorry. You can ask Kit to come over in the evening and help out with homework. I'll be going out tonight. I'm meeting... someone."

Stoic silence filled the room. Forth tossed the washrag into the closet and turned to meet his gaze.

Beam was standing at the doorway, looking at him unblinkingly. Forth's eyes travelled down to those pouty lips and he felt a quiver race through him.

No. Not now.

Don't look at me like that, nong Beam. Not after what I did last night.

Forth forced himself to look away. Digging his hands into his pockets, he walked past him, slowing down for a brief moment to give him a pat on the head.

Before his hand could make the contact, Beam pulled away and sauntered out of the kitchen wordlessly.

Beam dived head first into the mattress. He didn't understand why Forth did all of this. But he wasn't going to cry although he felt strongly like it.

Why did he need to cry anyway? It's not like he did anything wrong but it just didn't feel good being ignored by Forth like that. The guy has always been cold but he's always been sort of there to protect him even though it was out of duty or responsibility or something like that.

But it was comforting to have Forth around. Now he felt kind of scared and lonely. He was used to this feeling anyway. So there really was no need to cry. He had long forgotten stuff like those that Forth evoked in him so he hadn't realized he wanted stuff like that before Forth gave it to him; security, companionship, care.

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Plus Kit was smart but he couldn't teach **sniffle** Beam to cook **sniffle**

Beam hadn't realized when he had started crying.

Kit tapped his pencil restlessly, head perched on one hand. He wouldn't even have been here if Ming hadn't dragged him over. Why was it that he could never say 'no' to Mingkwan?

He gave a soft sigh and looked at his comrade, who had his nose buried in his Economics assignment. Suddenly, Ming looked up at him earnestly.

"Ai'Kit, help!"

"Why should I?"

"Because you topped Economics and I know you want to~"

That... was a good argument.

Kit nodded. "What is it?"

"Tell me again about The Theory of Diminishing Marginal Utility!" Ming urged.

Kit pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at him, glowing with brilliance. "It's pretty simple, Ai'Ming. The law of diminishing utility implies that utility or benefit is inversely related to the number of units already owned."

Without gauging his audience's reaction, Kit pulled a paper out of nowhere and started putting down notations and symbols.

"For example, the marginal utility of one slice of sushi offered to a family that has five slices will be great, since the family will be less hungry and the difference between five and six is proportionally significant. An extra slice offered to a family that has 30 slices will have less marginal utility, since the difference between 30 and 31 is proportionally smaller and the family's appetite may be satisfied by what it already has. You get me?"

He turned to Ming who was busy scribbling down whatever he'd just said.

"Yosh! That takes CARE of question 1! Thanks Ai'Kit! You're awesome!"

Kit gave him an indignant look. "You just copied that!"

"Uh-huh."

"You're supposed to refer to your books, stupid."

"Why should I when I've got you?" Ming replied cheerily. "Right, Beam?"

Silence.

They looked at Beam who sat folded in a chair, spaced out and pecking at the table with his ball point pen.
Eyes cast down and a frown ever present on his lips, he would glance at the clock every now and then... and frown even more.

"He's late," Beam finally said.

Kit gave another sigh and returned to editing his assignment.

Two ball point pen and one destroyed tables later Beam shut the door behind Kit and Ming's back. Ming almost hugged him to death and Kit had grunted.

The silence got oppressing once they left and Beam regrets having been hostile to them in the first place. Then the door clicks open and Beam looks up from the couch in expectation but only to be disappointed when he sees it's Wayo.

ARIE78: Sorry for the late update. Kind bz right now and get a little effect due to 2moons audition. Make my mood go down. . . . Anyway feel free to vote and comment na. 😉