a night. new invited tay to accompany him on a long drive for only a night.
deep talks, confession, fun and so many things happened that night, that tay and new had never even thought.
their long journey would be a turning point of something between...
traffic? yes i hated traffic. i mean who doesn't? it was annoying, boring, annoying and boring. specially at this rush hour, time wherein people were either going back home from a tiring day of working or just going out like me and new. it was like you would be death of boredom in no time. traffic was such nuisance.
our car movement was very slow because of the traffic. and i knew that new never liked it.
"oh god i hate this traffic so much!" shouted him and laid on the car horn for the third time in the last 15 minutes.
i sighed at his constant complaining and being so impatient. i wasn't even the one who come up with this idea of going around the severe bangkok city at this rush hour.
"aw? you knew coming out at this rush hour in bangkok would be crowded, yet you're still going. but now you're complaining?" i explained again.
"excuse me? shouldn't you thank me for driving for you instead of blaming it all back on me?"
"but you were—"
"tay seriously, i'm not in mood to put up any bicker with you."
i chose to remained silent hearing his response. i could see him started to get so stressed over the traffic jam. he leaned on the window, lips pursed, eyes narrowing as he occasionally clucked seeing how hectic the traffic was.
"you're so annoying," he said.
"aw you started it first. and look at who's mad now."
"i'm not."
instead of kept complaining, i was thinking for a way to make his mood better. so i turned on the radio to listen to jam but i knew better. the radio in this time was whack so i hooked up the aux cord to my phone and played one of our favorite song at the moment which is day 1 by honne. i jammed out trying to distract myself from the annoying long traffic. and after the second song, new started to sing along. his mood seemed to get better, i guess.
"anyway, do you know that traffic jam could be fun too?" said new in a sudden, opening a conversation between us.
i knew it already.
we never really could mad at each other and stay quiet without talking for so long. i mean just like everybody knew, we did bicker a lot, but those were actually nothing for us. we probably wouldn't even remember it in the next morning. we always ended up back in a good term and talked again like nothing happen after a few seconds.
"oh wow. really?" i sneered at him because what he said was a bit of nonsense for me. i mean how could traffic jam become fun?
"hey, i'm not kidding," he turned his head to look at me. "i've read it somewhere, and it's possible for traffic jam to be fun. if you're with the right one."
damn.
this became my new favorite traffic.
not that i was being overly confident but did he just say that i was the right one? did i miss-heard? or was there something wrong with my ears? good move hin, you just made me forget how to breathe again and again.
"cause you're my stuck-in-traffic-jam buddyyy," he said excitedly.
'buddy'
i knew it right that we could never be more than that word.
"you know what tay, you're literally the funniest, smartest and warmest person i've ever met. i don't get why you're still single after years," he said again.
anybody please tell me how could he be this insensitive and dumb at the same time? it was obvious that the answer to his question was because he was the one i actually had been waiting for.
i smirked. "thank you for the compliment, but you're not the first one who said that," i said as i flipped my hair in self-confidence, not wanting him to know what was on my mind from my facial expression.
"ew. i just regret what i said," he pretended to throw up and then rolled his eyes. "but seriously though, from scale 1-10 you're an 11 weirdo," he started to giggle. "i mean if only you weren't this weird, i really would take you,"
okay damn, why did this rush hour with sucks traffic jam turned into the time where i couldn't control my own heartbeat?
"take you to be my plumber!! haha!" by then he chuckled at his own lame joke.
oh i hate him so much.
"COULD YOU PLEASE NOT CUTTING YOUR WORDS LIKE THATT?"
by then i pinched his white chubby cheeks so hard, leaving a reddish mark on his smooth skin. new seemed to grimace in pain, but he still could managed to chuckle at the same time.
"aw? what's so wrong with my words?" he drew his attention back to the street because our car finally could move a bit.
"it makes me—" hope for you even more. "want to pinch your chubby cheeks like this!!" i said as i continued to pinch his cheeks.
"tay i'm driving!" he tried to get off my fingers from his cheeks.
he patted my shoulder and said, "okay, okay. i'm so sorry, my stuck-in-traffic-jam buddy."
that word again.
the more often 'buddy' and all its synonym came out of new's lips, the more i was sure that he didn't have the same feeling as i did.
and i knew he was out of my league.
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how was this so far? dont worry, in the next chap they finally going somewhere lol.
im trying to write based on what they said and did, so yeah.
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