Stumbled In Love [Complete]

14.

There was something wrong with Kongpob.

I couldn't really put my finger on what it was but he was being weird. And if I was saying that then he must definitely be crossing a very high threshold. What can I say, it's not common I spare any brain cells on caring how random strangers behave around me, but somehow this kid was like a persistent cockroach that managed to squirm his way into my life by bringing me food from places I would never have managed to try on my own. That, plus his stories of running away from his own army of twins was rather entertaining. Who would have guessed I would enjoy someone else's misery? Everybody? Oh, okay then.

Either ways only a few weeks in and he had already gotten me rather used to his cheerful tales every night while I squatted on the floor munching away at my dinner. Don't judge me alright, there are only so many one way conversations I can have with Chocolate before Mrs. Paikarn officially admitted me to the local asylum. And yours truly isn't that skilled at making friends you know, so we kind of have to make do with whoever is willing to put up with my rather drastic mood swings. Even if that includes the weirdness we have sitting across the door from us right now.

Wait, what was I talking about before I launched in my never ending ramblings?

Oh yeah, something was wrong with Kongpob.

Is it even possible for someone to be uncharacteristically silent all the while being strangely chatty? I don't really know but somehow he managed to be both simultaneously. For a person who never kept his food hole shut the entire evening we spent together, he had all of a sudden started drifting off to awkward silences where at times he uttered not a singular word all night before whispering a soft goodnight before scuttling away. Leaving me and my thankfully ultra powerful hearing all confused about what was going on with him.

But then the next day would roll around and he would be back and suddenly start machine gunning questions my way with lightning speed about the randomest topics.

Seriously, what dinner conversation includes in depth discussion on how I fared on my 10th grade anatomy exam is completely beyond me, but that wasn't the only thing he seemed to be curious about. For example let us take a look at this very evening.

After forty five whole minutes of not making a peep of a sound all of a sudden he yelled out a question like he was having an epiphany or something.

"Wait, how do you have a job?"

"Huh?"

"You said you work from home?"

"Yeah. So?"

"How? I mean what? As in what do you do?"

"I'm an author."

Why was I volunteering this information to him is a question I don't have an answer to yet so you better not ask me that right now.

"You can write? How?"

"Are you by chance under the assumption that you are currently talking to an illiterate baboon? What the fuck do you mean by how can I write?"

"Oh no, no, no, I just meant...I was just...so you are an author, huh? That's...interesting."

"Apparently."

"Anything I have read?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure? I read a lot. A lot, a lot. Plus my dad has a gigantic library. I may already own all your books. So you never know I could be one of your all time fans."

"If numbnuts like you really have become my target audience then maybe it's time I fire Erica cause..."

"Erica!"