MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

Candyland

Rathavit and Phiravich quickly become a good partnership in the kitchen.

The tallest learns, as he had already said, imitating everything the other does, just as he does.

Phi has a well-equipped kitchen and utensils such as vegetable peelers decrease the time by half. Nong wants to show how good an apprentice is, even if it means taking less attention from the master. But the master prefers to remain vigilant...

Before 19:00 hours, the pie is already in the oven.

And a Phiravich fills up pride. He goes to the sink and he's going to wash all the used dishes. The host even makes mention of preventing. But the visitor seems so lively, energized and willing to run a marathon, which he just comments:

-Lemma do it.

-Yeah, yes. I agree that you will know better the places of everything.

He speaks in a smile that hasn't come out of his face for an instant since 14:00 in the afternoon.

"Someone will be competing with me in a future... "

Thinks Rathavit in the sense that if the other develops so much taste for cooking, there will be competition. He smiles at his own thought. Which did not pass unnoticed by the youngest, but taller.

-What's wrong? Am I washing the wrong way or is there pasta in my hair?

-Yes, there's. –He lies.

To what Phiravich rubs his spied hair. And Rathavit laughs.

The washer just spread foam from the detergent.

-Come on, you lil'...

He complains throwing a few drops at the other that jumps diverting.

And they both laugh. A little for no reason. A little because they finished the job.

But soon together in new activity: Dry the wet floor, result of the joke.

...

Rathavit had chosen a game for both and now they are in the room of the house dweller, front of the desk.

The boy, who always transforms his own voice into a combat power while in the online games, now keeps his tone serene.

Serene is also the conversation. There are no remnants of the competitive soul he possesses even being on the same team as his online partners.

There's no need to Conquer mental thrones and fancy techniques to brag about.

There's no fuss.

...

The programmed alarm rings and they go down to the first floor.

Rathavit turns on the inner light and concludes to roast the pie. He delivers one glove to the other.

-You take it off. Your work. You take it.

Kind of smiling. Kind of ashamed. He obeys.

The smell is from Gods and they both aspire deeply.

-Our work. -Phiravich exclaims. -We can be partners!

Rathavit mentally agrees that this option is far more generous than the foolish and selfish thought he had previously.

Instead of creating a competitor, why not a partner?

-If it's good, I did it. But if it's bad, it's yar fault!

-Everything I do is the best. -Phiravich bounces.

They look at each other. They laugh. They look at each other. They laugh.

It could be a dynamic of laughter and P'New would compliments, but real life is much more...

-Sweet! -Rathavit talks all of a sudden.

-Wa What?

-My sister likes to eat a candy as soon as she finishes her meal. I leave some next to her plate.

That said, he's heading for the supply closet.

-Hold it! -To what Phiravich goes to him. Rathavit delivers a glass jar to get access to what was behind it at the bottom of the shelf.

-Is your sister capable of eating that much? She's so skinny.

-Don't be stupid. I'm just going to get what's behi...

Perhaps by not calculating the distance well, the boy who placed himself on the tiptoe leaves his "Prey " escape.

The pot flies from where it was asleep in the darkness of the cupboard. Like he was scared to death when he was touched.

By Impulse, Phiravich closes the distance between them to avoid the fall, the cookers's breasts collide.

The glass pot beautifully filled with chocolate biscuits is doubly embraced by the hands that were not planning to find themselves on it.

The contrast between the glass ice cream and the hot skins only loses to the intensity of the breaths and looks landed on each other.

Maybe the tallest was hungry for dinner. Perhaps the sugar from the biscuit even inside the pot is attracting him and, without realizing it, he now faces the master's lips as if there could be found the secret ingredient for some immediate success recipe.

The fact is, it didn't pass unnoticed. Rathavit, by host education, repays by staring at the other lips. We conclude that both should emanate sugar because they are 15 centimeters from making the shock even greater among them, between the lips that are asked, which attract...

-S Sorry I....

It's the tremulous voice of Mæ̀ Supaporn that echoes. Remembering both that are not in any "CandyLand "