Unrequited Love (a ForthBeam story)

Spicy

Hi, beautiful people.

Warning, swearing ahead proceed with caution.

Good reading!

General Pov.

Declan drank his coffee observing his son silently. The latter was scribbling something furiously before he tore off the page out of frustration of his notepad...for the umpteenth time.

"Beam, maybe you should take a break. Your mind doesn't seem to be on the...right place..."

Beam raised his head to glare at his father but the latter was unfazed by his attitude.
He has been like this since he came back from his best friend's house...two hours ago.

"What happened? Did you fight with Forth?" Declan inquired knowing he had hit the bullseye when his son's shoulders tensed up.

"Forth has become a jerk! He insulted Pring saying she was some kind of jealous witch when he doesn't even know her!" Beam finished his rant with his hands messing up his already messy hair.

'I should book an appointment to the hairdresser, his hair has gotten longer...' Declan noted absently.

"Dad? Did you hear what I said?" Beam asked when he noticed his father wasn't listening to him.

'What is he dreaming about? His honeymoon?'

"I heard your ranting," Declan stated calmly while drank the rest of coffee in one go before he stood up to put the cup in the sink.

"And? Any helpful advice?"

"To be honest with you...no," Declan answered flatly.

Beam blinked in disbelief when his father left him alone in the living room.
Ten minutes later, his cell phone chimed and Beam didn't know if it was possible to be angrier than he was but this time because of his father's message.

"I can understand that you are mad at Forth but I don't tolerate cursing! Now if you want some well-earned advice from me. Go buy me my favourite chow mein!"

"Fine, I'll go!" Beam typed and sent angrily.

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Thirty minutes later, the pale boy walked into the Chantalghorn restaurant.

"Hey, Beam! I am coming soon after I am done with this table!" Noah told him as he was carrying a tray full of dishes.

Beam nodded and he went to stand patiently next to the counter waiting for his turn to order.

The restaurant was old but the customers didn't seem to care as they kept ordering dishes after dishes and drinks.

"N'Beam?"

The latter turned to see Chef Chantalghorn's head sticking out of the small kitchen's window.

"Sawadee Krup, Uncle Luke." Beam waiied at the chef who was making his way out of the kitchen while wiping his hands on his apron. "How are you?"

"Fine, I was saying the other day it has been years since I saw you. You have changed much since the last time I saw! How is your father doing?" The chef wondered genuinely at the younger boy.