My Chocomallows Cake by ARIE78 (on hold)

Chapter 21

Beam was crying or more like bawling on the sofa as Forth crouched down in front of him, balancing a rapidly emptying tissue box on Beam's knee as he patted his back with what Forth hoped was in a comforting gesture while he tried his best not to scoff or show disgust at the way Beam blowing his nose.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Just please stop crying and I promise to never reject your postcards again."

Beam blew his nose again, the end was rubbed red and was possibly suffering a certain amount of swelling, "tho..tho..tho....jhatz... notz... za ...plobleb...Ids jhust da..daaaaaaaaah" **blooooow**

As fresh streams of tears kept on rolling down his cheeks distressing Forth even further, Beam tried...quite hard to tell Forth that he was crying momentarily speechless because he was just...happy. He couldn't even describe this feeling at all .The feeling of being wanted...to be never let go off. But every time he tried to tell Forth this...everything would just replay afresh in his mind and he would be surged over with the same inexplicable happiness and reduced to tears momentary speechlessness.

Beam's face was suddenly cupped into Forth's hands and thumbs brushing away his tears Forth fixed him with an intense stare.

"Beam.Calm.Down."

With a few more sniffles Beam stared back at Forth's face inches away from his. He looked relieved when Beam stopped crying and had suddenly brushed his lips against his, "Is that how you usually react when people say they love you?"

"Love?" Beam's lips started quivering, "Yoouuu. Haddnn't said anything about Loo-aaaaave aaaa~~." And Beam's sentence died down in a particularly high sob and he rapidly pulled out a few more tissues trying to muffle his hiccups and cries as Forth rushed out of the apartment for a much needed box of tissues.

"Such a crybaby," Forth muttered as he knocked on Wayo's door.

It was an excruciatingly long wait before the door swung open and he came to face a rather dull looking Wayo on the other side.

Dressed in his knee length torn jeans, the part-time bookstore regarded Forth for a brief moment, reading his manga and then, squinted at him.

"What?" Wayo finally asked, being his eloquent self.

"Tissues," Forth said. "You got tissues?"

"...why?" came the suspicious question.

"Beam-"

Wayo's eyes widened. "Jaturapom! You! I don't believe it... Honestly, the kid's underage. I don't care if you're sex deprived. But how could you sleep-"

"I'M NOT SLEEPING WITH HIM!" Forth yelled back, looking every bit revolted.

An old lady who'd been crossing the corridor behind them turned to give the two a dirty look.

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Beam was watching TV, a goofy smile playing on his lips. While Forth cooked. Again. Because lets face it. That's the only thing he was comfortable with.

Besides, cooking kept his mind off stupid things and well, that was a fair enough reason.

He paused at the doorway to look at Beam curled up on the couch. He watched how the boy hugged his knees, engrossed in whatever was running on tv.

Maybe he oughta put in curfew timings. Yeah... he should.

But for now, Forth decided to remain contented in watching Beam. The effects of his father's visit already fading. Well, at least he'd stopped crying.

Forth gave a rueful smile and returned to the kitchen.

He swung the towel on his shoulder and pulled out the dish from the oven.