Wildfire start with a kiss (eng)

Chapter 3

It's Friday and I'm back : )

Thanks to all the lovely people which voted and left comments on the last chapter(s). It made me really happy : D

By the way, I got the idea of this story, because of Singtos participation at "Lip Sync Battle" where he performed that song from the band "Bodyslam"

I really liked that tough look of his, so this story was born : P

I also want to explain something this time regarding some characters that will appear soon. Two names will be named in this chapter already.

I don't know how many of you are watching "School Rangers" but I got the wish to put some of those guys in my story, after watching it frequently. The question is, should I put up images of the guys so those who don't know them get an idea what they look like? I mean they are older in my story, but maybe it would be helpful?

Just let me know : )

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Krist let out a frustrated hiss when he remembered that he had left his phone on the kitchen table so he had to turn around and stomp back to get it.

His nerves were stretched very thin today.

The reason was a spontaneous change of his role in the script, so he had been busy until late at night in order to memorize all the new details. And that, after an already exhausting day of shooting. Consequently he also woke up with an extremely foul mood, only to find out that he should have gotten out of bed half an hour ago, and had to rush after to get ready.

He had just fallen asleep again, after his alarm went off.

So he could forget about his coffee. He also did not feel the slightest desire to ask his grumpy assistant and chauffeur, if he could stop at one of the countless coffee shops.

Even if Prachaya would follow his wish, the thought of his inapproachable character alone made him even more discontent.

Like always recently, Prachaya stood in front of his house, but this time he was not in the car, but leaned against one of its sides and had a phone call with someone.

"Just take care of it, Mon." He heard him saying and that alone were more words than they sometimes seemed to change over an entire day.

The guy did his job and that even with the necessary skills. In that regard, he could not even complain to P'Yui. First he had hoped that Prachaya had no idea, what it meant to be a personal assistant and that he could have gotten rid of him by complaining to P'Yui about his unprofessional manner.

In the end, though, that thought was asinine, it was clear that P'Yui would not simply entrust him to some bungler.

However, he also had to confess that he missed the casual atmosphere that prevailed between him and P'Yui. No matter if she was his manager, they knew each other for so long, that there was no stiff etiquette to hold.

He could not warm up to Prachaya though. Even a lukewarm seemed to require a lot of work. And why should he invest his precious time in something like that, when the guy would left soon anyway?

So he left it at that.

It had begun to drizzle, as he sat down in the car and waited that the other one did the same.

The drizzle had turned into a steady rain when they finally reached the set and his mood, in consideration of such weather, dropped some more.

The rain season has never really been one of his favorites.