Stumbled In Love [Complete]

19.

"C'mon Arthit it will be fun."

"Nope."

"You haven't even tried it yet."

"Nope."

"But you might really enjoy it."

"Nope."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Oh, hell no! What level of crazy pills have you consumed that you think I am going to voluntarily get on that death trap with you."

"It's not a death trap. It's a bike. Actually it's more like my baby. And I can't understand why you don't want to sit on it seeing how your coffees are literally financing this bad boy."

"Well then you can thank me by buying me dinner."

"I already do. Every bloody night."

"Then that's perfect, we are even. Now can we go get a taxi like what normal humans should do? I'm going to be late for my appointment."

It's been three weeks since that fateful day when Arthit stumbled out of his apartment. Three whole freaking weeks. Can you even believe it?

I surely can't.

And yet here we are. Bickering away like it was the most normal thing under the sun about what mode of transportation we were going to use for his doctor's appointment. Perhaps I will leave out the overly excited squeal I let out followed by a rather awkward happy dance the moment he had called to ask if I was free to be his escort for the day since Mrs. P and Erica pretty much refused to put up his crabby ass for the entire day.

I am happy to report that I was more than available. I mean how could I not be seeing that recently I have been spending more time hanging out at his apartment than my dorm or classes combined even though Arthit tries to kick me out every fifteen minutes. Well, tough luck buddy, me and my stubborn bottom is rather comfortable on your couch. What can I say, I have to make up for a lot of time of not being able to talk to him face to face.

"Don't tell me you are scared. Surely the Arthit I know is not a wuss."

"Not a wuss? Are you kidding me? Have you been sleepwalking this entire time. I am proudly the biggest wuss on this planet. I am peak wuss. I am king wuss. I am practically the definition of the word wuss. Try a different strategy please."

I rolled my eyes at his constant hyperbole. I swear the man can be so over-dramatic at times. But if I can make the most anti-social man under the sun serve me evening tea with snacks every evening after just a few short months of knowing me, I can get his butt on the back seat of my bike no problem. He really needs to learn to not underestimate my sheer persistence.

"How about you get on this bike without any more grumbling and I will owe you one. Anything, Anytime. No questions asked."

And instantly his mouth opened to snap a comeback before I saw my words sink in, lips stilling in contemplation before he slowly closed it back.

"Anytime?"

"Night or day."

"Anything?"

"Absolutely."

"No questions asked?"

"Not one."

His frown deepened to the point that they were completely buried behind his dark sunglasses before he gave his patented grunt of acceptance and moved forward to hesitantly touch my bike.

"Fine. But I'm still going to grumble the entire way."

"I wouldn't believe it's you if you weren't."