High Energy Collision [Completed]

Chapter 8 - where can I see stars tonight?

Disoriented, Plan blinked and slightly lifted his head.

He had been torn abruptly out of a weird dream about a handsome stranger who had threatened to kidnap him.

Why was he in a moving car?

Had it not been a dream?

He was too confused to scream.

The next moment he remembered that he had fallen asleep in the stranger's car after leaving the bar and he was glad he had kept silent. It would have been awkward if he had screamed out of nowhere.

He also remembered why he hadn't hesitated to follow the stranger to his car:

After Plan had returned to the bar from his break and his talk with the mysterious stranger, he had decided not to try and find out who his temporary friend was exactly. He wanted to treat him like a one-time friend he had been allowed to open up to when he had needed to, never to see him again.

Plan didn't even care what the other's intentions were. He didn't think the stranger was out to harm him. He would have had many opportunities when they had been alone in the staff room. And people usually tended to underestimate his strength, he wasn't defenceless.

Farming and gardening were very physical activities, he was fitter than people usually gave him credit for – and thanks to Win and the badminton team, he had developed a lot of understanding of how to use momentum and movement energy efficiently in sports... which would hopefully be the same in a fight.

Despite what the stranger had said about his scholarship, Plan was still convinced that he would find himself back on the train to Chiang Mai soon enough.

What was the harm in doing something foolish before he left?

Because... now that he was in the back of the most ridiculously expensive car he had ever been in, looking at the silhouette of his nameless friend, he had to admit that this guy was almost otherworldly beautiful.

He looked like a celebrity – Plan reckoned that if he had followed celebrity news religiously like the middle-aged aunties in the village who were always in front of the tv, he would probably already know who his anonymous friend was.

He was certainly obscenely rich, that he could afford such a car. Not to mention that he had been allowed into the VIP area at Gravity.

Plan had seen the strict bouncers let him through without blinking after their talk, though he had been too busy to look up at the gallery to see where the stranger had gone to.

Now he caught himself speculating about the stuff he hadn't wanted to speculate about...

Mr Stranger could be a model at the very least, but maybe an actor, too, or a musician. Now Plan remembered that he had mentioned photoshoots and being at the studio when he had talked him into being friends earlier.

So, a model for sure.

That might have been the reason he had thought Plan was running away from him instead of Win back then. He was probably used to being at the centre of attention.

Plan reckoned he could allow himself to make some unforgettable memories before he left.

Maybe it would even give grandma something to brag about to the aunties once he returned to the village. A funny story about the night her country bumpkin of a grandson had been friends with a real celebrity. Someone so out of his league he might as well be a star in another galaxy.

Plan liked the idea of sitting behind his grandparents' hut again in the future, looking up at the bright twinkling stars in the sky and thinking of Win's sweet kisses, and the shining light of this secret celebrity friend he had met one night in Bangkok.