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

11

I have been giving that ass the stink eye the entire day. Well, stinkier than I normally do. More than ready to pummel him to a bloody pulp. And I would have too if not for two annoyingly obvious reasons.

First the volley of press and paparazzi that seemed to lurk around the studio would have a field day catching two superstars in a rowdy fistfight over Kong, and secondly, and probably most importantly I wanted Kong to have the pleasure of punching the cheater in the face first. Before I naturally took over to finish the job. Is it weird that every once in awhile a stupid grin pops up on my face when I imagine the scene? Overall though I was a nervous wreck all day wondering how Kong was doing. I pulled out my phone for possibly the millionth time, staring at the blank screen, willing it to ring.

Why hasn't he called? He should have woken up by now and surely his first thought must have been where the fuck I was and the fact that he wasn't next to me. My own personal dilemma revolving around Kong temporarily forgotten since bigger problems have slapped me in the face. Clearly making Charlie a punching bag wasn't an option with hundreds of eyes watching us and I still needed to figure out how to reveal to Kong that my greatest wish of his break up was about to come true just not in the same way I had hoped.

My itchy feet confused all day if I wanted to march up to Charlie and confront him on behalf of Kong or run home to check on the hopefully sober man. Wondering constantly if Charlie was the reason Kong was so gobsmackingly plastered last night. My frustration reaching only peaks levels every time I arrived at the same thought regarding why the hell the man refused to tell me anything.

If only that dimwit would talk to me about his life I could actually help him. He breaks off with his ex, who by the way I hadn't met one time. Can you believe that? I hadn't met my best friend's boyfriend who had caused him to devolve into a drunken frenzy. Then he refuses to date for four years no matter how much I pushed him to. Out of nowhere he suddenly decides to date an absolute idiot and then goes and gets himself drunk. Again. Potentially cause he caught his boyfriend cheating. All of this without squeaking one word to me. Seriously, does the man want me to turn into a professional investigator to keep track of his terrible love life?

I practically ran out the second the shoot was done, foot tapping anxiously as the elevator took a little too long to ding open, ferociously punching his door code to swing it open only to find his entire apartment shrouded in darkness. My heart instantly dropping as I began yelling out his name.

"Kong! Kong! Where are you? Kong! Kong!"

It wasn't until I heard a low, pained groan did the panic in my heart finally began easing.

"Arthit, I'm here. Can you please stop screaming so much? I swear sometimes I think you are taking secret classes in novels ways of torturing me."

Well, as long as he is being sarcastic atleast he is probably not dying. I walked into his bedroom, also with absolutely no light, still sleeping under his thick blanket.

"Why are you still in bed?"

Walking closer to him pretty much answered my own question as intense heat kept wafting off his body. I placed my palm against his forehead and lowered my volume by several decibels.

"Are you sick?"

"When did you become such a genius? Ouch!"

I gave him a flick on his forehead, just like the one I am rather experienced at receiving.

"Aren't you the smart one getting drunk and then falling sick? Are you ready to talk now?"

"How was the shoot? Did you wake up on time? Did I miss anything important?"

"Talk about why you got drunk last night."

To which he only turned and buried his face in his pillow, his muffled voice barely making any sense, almost sounding like a whiny kid. A sound, mind you, I have never heard come out from Kong.

"I am sick Arthit. How about we talk about what you are making me for dinner? I haven't eaten all day."

"Kong, why won't you just talk to me? I know it's about Charlie."

He turned his head my way genuinely looking confused. Making my seething anger and frustration that much more pronounced.

"What does this have to do with him? Seriously, Arthit I doubt he is that all-powerful that he can give me the flu."

"Why do you keep defending that bastard. I know what happened."

"I'm not defending him, he just didn't do anything."

"Then how did your date end up with you getting drunk and sick."

"We didn't even have a date yesterday cause he got busy, and I'm sick because turns out I am human and our species does that every once in a while. I don't understand why you are yelling at me for not being well."

That does it! If he is unwilling to tell me anything then I am going to handle it myself. I have no idea why Kong is so hell-bent on protecting that scum but I swear to God I am not letting Charlie fuck around with Kong any longer. I didn't even wait to hear any more of Kong's excuses as I turned around and dashed outside the apartment only one destination in mind.

"Hey, where are you going? I'm still hungry..."

Speeding through the roads, my rage boiling over at everything, with Charlie shamelessly cheating, with Kong refusing to talk to me, with my having no freaking idea why I was suddenly attracted to my very masculine best friend, and mostly at feeling so powerless at untangling this complicated mess, I pulled my car outside Charlie's buildings. Replaying over and over in my head the series of punches and kicks I was about to rain down on the man. My nostrils fuming with imaginary steam as I furiously banged on his door. My fist closing tight in preparation for the first impactful punch.

My anger infused chest instantly deflated when the door was swung open by Lee, my make up guy, flashing a broad grin as soon as he recognized me. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't put massive amounts of blame on Lee too for clearly helping Charlie cheat on Kong but it's kind of difficult to hate on the pocket-sized guy who barely comes to my chest in height and is nearly always covered in infectious smiles. Especially, now when he completely threw me off with his peculiar greeting.

"Hi, Arthit. I wasn't expecting you. Are you here to pick up the soup for Kong? Charlie and I have been worried about him all day. I am almost done cooking it so it should be nice and warm for dinner time."

"Uh...huh?"

"Oh, so stupid of me for making you wait at the door. Come in, come in. You just missed Charlie. He is at the gym now but he will be back in an hour or so. And this is perfect, you can try the soup and tell me if it's missing something. How's Kong feeling by the way?"

Can someone tell me what's going on? One second I am ready to be in a fight of the century, the next I am following Lee to Charlie's kitchen about to taste test soup for Kong? What exactly was I missing here? 

"Ummm...how did you know Kong was sick?"

"I called him ofcourse. When you showed up at the shoot by yourself today I pretty much guessed Kong must be out of commission."

"You have Kong's number?"

"Of course, I do silly. He is my boss after all."

"But...why... are you making him soup?"

"Well, making soup when he is sick is probably the least I can do for Kong. I mean I was already grateful to him for hiring me as your makeup artist, you being my first big movie star and everything, but then after he helped me and Charlie get together I doubt I will ever be able to thank him enough."

Wait, what?