Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

4

My best friend is dating my arch nemesis!

Arrghhhh! The worst sentence that has ever been uttered. It's been three months since we walked into the hallway to find a teenage girl's ideal birthday thrown up all over in front of his apartment. I mean what 28 year old man needs so many pink teddy bears, but I digress. Somehow after having complained along with me about Charlie for years and years turns out Kongpob had finally lost his mind since he actually did go on a first date with him. And then a second. And a third. And fourth, and fifth, and sixth. Seventh being tonight.

Now you might ask since when do I keep such a close eye on his dating schedule, and obviously the answer is since always. I may come off as a self-centered jerk but there hasn't been one time I haven't been overly involved in Kong's love life. He is my best bud after all. It's my right as well as my duty to scrutinize all his romantic partners to the fullest degree. Obviously a job I haven't done a lot lately, although it's not really my fault that the man hasn't gone on a date in like four years.

Which was one of the big reasons why I am swallowing my hatred for the devil Kong was dating. With the non-stop running around he does for me all day every day, it's only normal for me to be engulfed in guilt. So if he thought Charlie was his soulmate then I would just have to squash my pride and support him in his mistake, didn't I? Well, at least that was the plan in theory.

Reality looked a lot different though, since it brought along with it the hideous sight of the man I despise spending too many of his free days hanging around my studio, trying to flirt with my best friend. It was almost like watching a horror movie on loop as I saw it repeat once again.

And if eyes could shoot lasers then I am pretty sure the male barbie doll would have been blasted into smithereens as I watched from across the studio, the intruder standing a little too close, giggling giddily at something Kong was saying. With every passing second this sickeningly sweet scene playing out in front of me making my irritation only rise. Was I being irrational when I said watching him rub his hand down Kong's arm literally made it feel like spiders were crawling up and down my skin? Maybe, but that didn't stop me from practically growling out loud when he pretended to brush off literally nothing from Kong's face. What's with being all touchy feely and the disgusting PDA.

My foot anxiously tapping a mile a minute, itching to run in their direction and physically separate them, when the man sitting somewhere in the sky must have finally heard the silent prayers I was screaming in his direction. Cause one second my blood was boiling over at the mere thought of Charlie being a part of our lives, and then very next second I hear Kong's loud scream reverberate through the entire studio.

"Arthit, watch out!"

Perhaps I should have been heeding the warning Kong was yelling but I was too busy grinning like an idiot at the fact that his attention was finally directed towards me. Completely missing the gigantic beam snapping right over my head, an oversized studio light strung across it falling bang on top of me. The very last thought crossing my brain before the darkness consumed me was that I was totally going to miss seeing Kong's worried expressions.

I am not exactly sure how long I was out of it, I am quite certain I don't even know what day of the week it was, all I knew was that I had a throbbing headache along with a very nasty taste in my mouth. And dreams. Lots and lots of dreams. Dreams about first moving into the city. Dreams about facing rejection after rejection. Dreams about running into Kong. About getting our first hole in the wall apartment. Eating 99 cent ramen for weeks after weeks. The sneaking into gyms after hours cause we were too broke to actually afford anything. And then the very first time we saw a paycheck which had more than one zero in it.

"I know you are awake so quit pretending already. I need to change the bandage soon."

Kong's soft voice slowly floating through my thoughts as I bounced in and out of consciousness, swiftly plucking me out of my daze as I finally fluttered my eyes open. Even my eyelids screaming in pain as I looked around to see Kong neatly putting away his laundry.

"Hey"

"Hi, welcome back. How's your head."

Kong gave me a quick once over before turning back to doing his chores. Honestly, the man was a true master at not letting anything come between him and his insane desire to be tidy.

"Trying to kill me I think. What day is it?"

"Thursday."

"Really? Wow, have I really been sleeping for two days?"

"Not quite. More like nine."

"Woah, how haven't you shoved me out the door making me go on endless shoots for nine whole days?"

"Well, I guess cracking your head open and getting thirteen stitches gets you a free pass for a few days I guess."

"What is a few days?"

"You let me worry about that, you focus on getting better, and maybe also try not to grumble so much all night long. You haven't let me sleep in over a week now."

It was the first time I had looked around since I woke up to notice why all my dreams comprised of little other than Kong. What else did I expect when I was in his bedroom, laying on his mattress, being engulfed in his scent.

"Why am I at your place?"

"Cause yours smells like 3-week old socks and I would prefer not passing out while I am trying to play your nursemaid."

Finally shutting the closet door he turned in my direction once again, flashing a half smile that one would miss if they blinked too long, he walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. His fingers tenderly brushing the hair off my forehead as he leaned in closer to peer at my wound. His body so close to mine that his soft hum practically reverberating against my chest.

"I think the wound is healing quite well. Are you in a lot of pain?"

His large brown eyes staring straight into mine, for once his expressions doing little to hide his emotions. His genuine concern at my well-being making my heart swell in ways I haven't felt in...ever. And somehow even with everything going on one sudden thought made my breath hitch.

I reached over and closed my fingers around his wrist as he was slowly brushing back my hair. Holding onto his warm palm I whispered tentatively.

"Did I...did I ruin your date?"

"No big deal. You are more important anyway..."

His words still parting from his lips, a broad grin taking over mine, a peculiar kind of joy I haven't felt in a long time bubbling inside me, my pain almost forgotten when the moment of euphoria came crashing down. The phone in Kong's hand buzzing incessantly, displaying the name of the one man I had hoped to amnesia away with the cracked skull.

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