"This guitar should have a name."
My eyes stared at the thick hand that took the snack out of his bag. He is bowing
down and is so determined to get the guitar pick to line up on the table. There were
so many types of picks: thick and thin one. I don't know how the makers produced
this kind of stuff. All I know is that he is ignoring me.
"Are you listening?"
"What?" His sharp face looked at me. I felt like I interrupted his screening of picks
with meticulousness. I am not happy about that.
The two of us sat under a shade of a tree at the marble table. Both his gang and
mine went out to buy food and haven't returned yet. What's left is just me and this
crazy bastard who is too busy with his guitar picks. The club is getting busy because
of the Music Festival next semester.
"This guitar is mine now so I should name it."
"Moron."
But when he saw my bent face, Sarawat rolled his eyes then looked up at the sky as
if he was thinking for a bit.
"What kind of name do you want?"
"I want a name that shows my personality."
"Poop."
"..." He responded without thinking. Wait a minute, I won't accept that! Does my
face really fit for the word 'poop'? If he changed it to 'handsome', then I won't have
any objections. Try me.
"That is your personality inside and out."
"I hate you!"
"You don't really hate me. Like, say that you like me."
"Shut up." I quickly cut him out then let out a deep sigh. I think of some other
names to get rid of my irritability. I thought of a name and asked for the opinion of
the person in front of me.
"Scrubb."
"It won't work at all. It doesn't suit the Scrubb brand"
"I'm tired" I really am. And he is just teasing me all along.
"Your face looks stupid, not tired." Cool. I got scolded again. I am getting frustrated
because I can't think of anything at all. So, I picked up a candy to eat.
"Is Rola a good name?" I'm thinking about the girl in porn. She is so sexy. But the
response I got made me even more depressed.
"That guitar is a man."
"Hey! This is a guitar, not a dog. There is no gender for this."
He refused not to argue back. He just sat down and stared at me because I can't
think properly. His behavior implies that he is thinking of something naughty. He is
licking his lips while penetrating his eyes to mine enormously. I can say that he
looks like a dog right now. A dog wanting to bite me so bad.
"Do you want some candies?" He is not responding so I quickly moved the bag of
