There aren't many people who can put up with Type's hot head. He's impulsive, bratty and foul-mouthed. It was a miracle when 'The brat' fell in love with sweet and pretty Ai'Waan, 'The goddess' of their college on one fine evening when he took a soc...
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Type absentmindedly stared at his beer glass stirring the content inside. The bar was too loud and crowdy for his liking.
"What has gotten into you this time?" Techno poured some of Black Daniel for him and filled his glass up to the brim with coke."Want some?"
Type shook his head. He wasn't in the mood. It has been two weeks since he choked on Waan's rice dumplings- was that dumpling?. All the humiliation aside the next day had been far much better. Waan had talked to him willingly and even offered to treat him both breakfast and lunch from the cafe outside their campus. Type refused politely like the gentleman he was and suggested a movie date instead, his treat.
Waan said yes, she was into action just like he was. Type's face lit up like a Christmas tree. They exchanged numbers and his phone has been buzzing nonstop since then. It took Techno exactly three days to detect the dark circles under his eyes and another two days to notice the flirtatious looks exchanged between the two of them.
Most of the nights Type was either busy chatting or playing 'League of Legends', both with Waan as any other text message went completely unnoticed. In the day, he was daydreaming about lovely smiles and shiny soft-looking raven locks. If he had any time after lectures he sneaked into the music room to watch Waan play the violin. Even if he didn't know anything about music at all Type loved how she was passionate about it. All in all Waan Kirigun definitely fitted his perfect ideal girlfriend title.
Waan seemed to appreciate Type's company at the same enthusiastic level and even went as far as to call him twice a day, much to his content. They were moving fast and Type convinced himself that was the spark. They clicked really well and the nuclear cuisines were only minor details.
It was going really well, until the movie date, Saturday.
~A week ago~
Type tapped on his phone screen as he paced back and forth in front of the mall. His original plan was to pick up Waan at her house and drive to the mall with his dad's old Nissan. When she hung up in a hurry saying she would meet him outside the mall instead didn't sit with him that well. Type straightened the invisible wrinkles in his light blue shirt and stared hard at the dark tinted glass opposite to him. He wore dark blue jeans and his favorite blue Adidas sneakers to match up his shirt, and there was nothing wrong with it. But he couldn't help but suddenly feel too plain and underdressed.
Was Ai'Waan ashamed of riding in his ride with him?
Type nervously ran his fingers through his hair forgetting that he spent hours fixing it. His father owned a successful resort in Pha-ngan, they weren't exactly poor, rather far from it. But his family wealth was nowhere nearKirigun's. The very fact settled a dreadful feeling in his gut. Was he aiming too high? Wann obviously had many suitors tailing behind her every day.
Type wasn't insecure about his looks. He knew he looked good. What worried him was his guts, his sharp tongue, and blunt words. His nasty attitudes and temper. In the past, those details might not have been a problem as the majority of them were casual one night stands and flings that only lasted for two or three weeks. But Type wasn't looking for those anymore. He was genuinely interested in Waan and he wanted to feel something more than lust.
