Stumbled In Love [Complete]

10.

"You are Kongpob Suthiluck? Like the Suthiluck industries? The multinational conglomerate that practically owns half our country? That Suthiluck?"

"Guilty."

"Why the fuck are you working as my grocery boy then?"

I plopped a dumpling in my mouth that Kongpob had brought for dinner tonight as we once again sat on either side of the door sharing our nightly meals.

I can't believe it has been two weeks since the night of my birthday already and somehow we had fallen into a strange routine where Kongpob came by every night after his classes with my groceries and a box full of dinner while the both of us spent the next couple of hours complaining relentlessly about anything and everything under the sun. Which is literally the definition of a perfect evening for me. I swear if I hadn't sworn to hate humanity for the rest of my existence I might even be tempted to call him my soulmate. But for now, strangely, I might have to accept that we may be on our way to becoming...friends?

Woah, let's not get that carried away actually. Friends is a rather strong term now.

So what were we?

Acquaintances?

Definitely more than that, right?

Something between friends and acquaintances?

Let's decide to settle on he made the rather elite list of humans who I don't absolutely abhor and call it a day.

And yet after two whole weeks I was just discovering the most basic things about him, namely, that he was the modern version of a freaking prince of the country all set to inherit more money than I could even imagine. Was he really squatting outside in my hallway munching on his dinner when he could easily buy me and my twin hundred times over.

"I'm rebelling against my folks."

"Why? Are they the crazy insane strict types?"

"Oh not at all, they are the awesome, over loving, enormously caring, family should stay together being all close knit types. A little too close-knit, actually."

"Ummm, you kind of need to elaborate. Why exactly are you rebelling then?"

"Cause I am 21 years old dammit. With insanely loaded parents. All I want in life is to be a rich, spoiled brat for one freaking year of my life. Is it really that much to ask? But oh no, my parents are all about morals and ethics and those bloody good values that are hampering my plans of being a wandering hippy playboy before I lose my sexy good looks."

"So let me get this straight. In your mission to be a rich, spoiled brat, you rejected your dad's money and had to work extra hard for the scholarship for your last year at college, you moved out of your what I can only imagine is a palatial mansion of a house into a dinghy dorm with a roommate you complain about constantly, and then to make the meagrest pocket money you are working for probably the world's worst client aka me as a delivery boy? This is your rebellious master plan?"

"Yup. Brilliant isn't it?"

See, this is exactly why I like the kid so much. His words and actions make literally no sense to other normal mortals. Which seems like the only way I know how to behave.

Wait, wait, wait, did I just say like? No, not like. I meant not detest. This is why I don't detest the boy so much.

"So how are Mama and Papa Suthiluck handling your rebellious phase?"

"Not well, obviously. My mom insists on counting all the new white hair that pops on her head every time I call her. Keeps complaining that she is going to look old and wrinkly because of me by the time the new twins are born. As if it's my fault that she still wants to change diapers for the next however long instead of sitting back and playing grandma to my illegitimate kids. And I think it would be better to not even talk about the raging bull my dad has transformed into since the moment I moved out of the house."