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Catch Your Neck

N'Krittapak Udompanich and P'Techakumphu Manapat converse inside the room and, inconveniently, are the first that I lay my eye.

What a double! Boom & Bonne. And they look at me, I lie, are they staring at my Phi without ceremony or am I imagining it? What the fuck, DUDE!

Their features can easily be identified, would they be commenting on the boy next to me?

Clearly they were, for they whisper among them and still stare. This is going too far.

We sat on our familiar wall. The B1 & B2 eagles in giggling. I'd rather think it's some bullying against my boyI MEAN against the boy next to me, but ... the idea against it sounds worse. And what I'm about to do can be considered a ridiculously sexist, territorialist attitude, to say the least.

Even though I'm aware of this, I'm just getting up off the floor, pulling Rathavit by the arm (trying not to be rude) and with my other hand picking up our backpacks. He gets scared and before asking anything, I explain.

"Let's sit closer to the window."

What was this?

I was not suggesting, just warning. Why didn't I even want to know if he wanted to?

The hand I used to pull him now wraps his shoulders with the excuse of showing the way as if he could not find it on his own. I lead him as I stare at those two. I do not know what kind of warning I want to send, but I hope the message is being conveyed.

BINGO!

They follow us with their eyes.

Now I'm sitting on the floor on the opposite side of where we were. Rathavit did not question anything. He just followed me. Not that he's afraid of me. I tried to make it as natural as possible. Taking into consideration the fact that he is distracted, he should not go through that bowl head why I did.

In fact, he's lucky I did not force him into my backpack and kept them from continuing to watch him.

It would require a lot of effort on my me, but I guarantee it would fit. I smile without realizing it, for the idea of ​​hiding him in my backpack.

Directors P'New and P'Andy have summoned us back into the room, but they are still talking to each other analyzing something on the computer.

N'Boom is moving towards his mark. Next to N'Peak. In the way I wanted, as we moved, I wanted to get him out of his sight. That is, unlike us, he as protagonist cannot change his position unless requested. Now he will not be able to rest his eyes, we are on the same line, unless he turns his back, which would be totally unthinkable, inelegant.

I did not want to be thinking all this. It seems unfair, but I can't help it. That boy and now boys cannot even be considered ugly.

Holy shit, Phi! Why do you allow two guys like those to look so much? Would you like to be treated like that? If that's what you like, signal it soon!

Give a clear signal to me and them, but do not pretend not to realize that these three guys are the same about you:

Three ordinary raptors.

As I think this way, HE is gathering and hugging his own knees, resting his head on them, watching the room without really looking at something specific.

The sign?!

I cannot contain myself. I want to hold on, but ...

-What?!

He throws his head up in a fright.

The thing is, I just slip my nasty fingers into his neck.

I asked for a signal in the meaning of message, Phi.

It was not for you to display the sign (spot) that has in the middle of your neck for me, like a mark strategically designed to hold me.

-You had a fly on his shirt. –I lie, as if lying was my greatest addiction now.

And again I'm lying, because my addiction is not lying. My addiction is watching the damn pint on someone's neck. It was not enough to tempt his backpack, to eat his pies, it was not enough to remember the hoarse, childish voice all the while playing video games (for despite the attempt to make it more "masculine", all he can do is to look like a big baby imitating the older cousins), no ... None of that was enough. I needed to have more threads that hold me in this web. And the neck of someone is the central point of the web.

If only the directors would resume soon ... It seems they are doing it on purpose ... I ...

"You're weird again," he complained, his voice trailing

(FUCK! DON'T DO THAT VOICE TO ME).
"Why did not you snack?" Do ya wanna keep me awake for the pie?

That's the point, Phi!

"Maybe I have a dry throat." -I did not lie, but I did not even tell the real feeling that made me think of daydreams. -"Did Boom also drink all the tea?"

Okay, that analogy was the dumbest. But I've also lost control of what I say a few hours ago.

"I'll get some water for ya."

"So he drank it all?" (Should we be whispering then why did I almost scream now?)

-Mai chai! -He hurries to answer. The poor fellow should have been annoyed with me, but still, he's helpful. And quickly pulls the pack off the thermos, opening and pouring into the lid/glass. I wanted to apologize, instead I drink, cuz apologizing is the same as admitting that, in my insane mind, I was stinging his friend with a fork, in the slightest of hypotheses.

I need to change the subject right away.

"This cake should not be difficult ...I do not want to slow down your work, but you do it every day. There must be a technique to do with your eyes closed.

-I'm used to. -He smiles as I take another long drink. Making sure I'll be hydrated and stop acting crazy. I do not know if I'm happy or angry about it.

"I want to learn ..." -I finally say. -If I know how to do it, we can take turns and each one brings on alternate days. What do you think?

"Nong wants to learn how to cook my pie?" -He asks with amusement at the idea.

"If you do not mind-"

-I don't care! Then I'll give you the recipe and ...

"I will not know how to make a recipe. I learn things by osmosis. I need to have someone making by my side to learn. I'm very visual.

"What the fuck am I talking about?"

"Uhmmm," he reflects. -I can make a video call showing you every step.

"WATTT? !!!"

I'll have to speak with all the letters or we'll stay there until Christmas.

"If you really do not mind, I'd rather learn in person. The day Phi is free, He can invite me to go to his house. I would invite you, but I imagine that in yours are the things you use for cooking and it will be more practical.

So I just invited myself to someone's house and, at worst, somebody will put the dogs to bite me. Instead of.

-Are you free today?

-am I?!

-Yes! 5555. We can dial today. I have all the ingredients.

Hours later

We're in the UBER.