Mine To Love

Playing Favorites

Type's been told far too many times (to count) that he's biased when it comes to Techno. It's something which he doesn't refute because, yes, he definitely favors his best friend over everybody else. It's just how it is. Champ rarely misses the opportunity to point it out, gleefully teasing Type because he knows that Techno has a very special place in his friend's life (and heart). Perhaps it's because the male wasn't the sort of person to coddle his friends. Type was a 'tough love' kind of guy, but with Techno, it's a different matter altogether.

Fine, he might be biased.

(Definitely biased)

''What sort of friend are you? You wouldn't even go to the nearest 7-11 to buy me a drink, but you're all too willing to walk to the Business faculty to get Ai'No's favorite iced plum tea.'' Comes the playful complaint from Champ as they cut across the field to make their way back towards the Sport Science building. ''We even had to queue for 15 minutes! For a drink!''

Type points to the iced coffee that Champ's holding, ''It's not like you didn't get anything out of it. I got you a drink.''

''Only after I bugged you.''

They continue to bicker the entire way until they reach the study bench where Techno's hunched over his Health and Exercise textbook, forehead creasing when he hears their voices drift closer, disrupting the silence.

''What took you two so long? I thought you were going to just get drinks from the canteen. It's been...'' He glances at his wrist watch. ''...45 minutes.''

Champ drops himself into the seat opposite of Techno, ''Ai'Type made us walk all the way to the Business faculty to get your favorite drink because it was sold out at our canteen.'' He offers as an explanation, pointedly ignoring Type's pointed look which basically translates to keep your mouth shut.

Techno's gaze drops to the iced plum tea in his best friend's hand, ''Seriously? You could have just bought me another drink instead of going to all that trouble.''

Champ snorts, ''It's no trouble at all if you're doing it for a loved o-'' With no haste whatsoever, Type picks up a pen and aims it right at his forehead where it hits him dead center. ''Oi! That hurt!''

''Good. Maybe you'll learn to keep your mouth shut then.''

Type thinks that the faint smile etched on Techno's lips before he takes a sip of his drink was worth the fifteen minute walk, despite Champ's endless whining, to the Business faculty.

Techno slides three ten baht coins towards Type, ''Here. It's 30 baht, right?''

''Don't worry about it. It's my treat.''

''But-''

Once again, Champ sticks his nose (or mouth) where it doesn't belong, ''He doesn't want your money, Ai'No. All he wants is your-'' The words die off on his lips when Champ launches across the table to grab his friend in a choke hold, effectively cutting him off.

Techno laughs at their silliness, already used to their playful roughhousing, ''Alright, cut it out you two.''

Later on their way to practice, Techno falls into step next to him with a muttered, ''Thanks.''

''...for what?''

''The drink.''

Type tries his best to come off as nonchalant, ''It's just a drink, Ai'No.''

''I know, but this is the third time this week you've paid for my drink. So that's...'' Techno does a quick mental calculation. ''...ninety baht. You did the same thing last week, which makes it 180. You could use that money to top up the fuel in your bike.''