LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys

CHAPTER 29: THE RUN BACK TRUTH

The morning sunlight is having a hard time passing through the drapes since I woke up around 6 in the morning and pulled the curtains closed already. Why am I even mentioning this anyway? Well, my point is that I woke up earlier, then I went to sleep only to wake up again just now. I check my watch and I realize that it is way past 9 am, yet no one else is awake.

I raise the hand with the watch to rub my eyes before I let it fall to where it originally was. Phun is still sleeping on my arm and I feel that I need to pull it back since it’s a little sore. I can’t help but let out a smile when I see Phun’s sleeping face, which is still tucked against my body. He seems to be quite comfortable.

Well, I just can’t help myself.

Slap!

“Ahhhh…why’d you hit me?!” He yells at me even though his face is still buried in my chest before he moves away and rubs his head. I find this to be really hysterical. “It’s already 9, are you gonna sleep until the day we go back or what?”

Phun seems to be pretty sleepy though. His eyes are shut tight as he listens to what I have to say. His hand is trying to feel for his cellphone by the bed but he cannot find it. Instead, I lend him my wrist so he can check the time for himself. “It’s. Already. Nine.” I repeat, just in case his eye boogers are blocking his sight.

He furrows his brows and stares at the Diesel watch before he grabs my hand and uses it as a pillow by placing it against his cheek. “Wake me up at 10.”

“Fine, sleep as long as you want but I wanna go find something to eat.” Whatever, I’m not gonna beg. I try to get up and shake my hand away from his cheek but for someone who is sleepy, he is ridiculously strong.

He manages to pull me back down to where I was.

“Noooo. You’re staying here. We can leave at 10.” Phun’s muffled voice tells me from behind the pillow and my own hand.

“You’re funny. I’m hungry.”

“Let’s sleep.”

“Let’s eat.”

“Let’s sleep.”

“I wanna eat.”

“Sleep…” Why is this bastard always so bossy?! (And will I ever win an argument against anybody?!) I frown at him but his eyes are already closed. Not only that, he mockingly cocks his brows at me too. So you’re pretty much fully awake, aren’t you? I really ought to kick you off his bed!

I mutter my insults while I use my free hand to grab the TV remote. I figure that I can watch something to kill time, but then my poor stomach begins to grumble.

Groans

This is just perfect. The stomach is making a louder fuss than its owner. Phun immediately opens his eyes. “You’re starving?”

“Yeah.”

He lets out a roar of laughter (I’m freaking embarrassed) when he hears me reply. (I’ll get you for this next time.) He finally gets up and stretches himself. “Fine, let’s go eat. Lemme take a quick shower.” Phun doesn’t wait for my response. He grabs a towel and heads to the bathroom. What the hell?! You bastard, you woke up after me but you’re just gonna get to wash up before me?

I shake my head in defeat at his obnoxious behavior before I switch flip channel from a Hollywood movie to the morning cartoons on channel 9.

“Noh?” Eh? What? Why the hell is he poking his head out like that? I turn to look at Phun’s handsome face, although there’s a sly expression on it.