LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys

CHAPTER 46: WE BELONG TOGETHER

After we finished up at the convent, we decided to crash the grilled pork restaurant that belongs to nong Knott’s family near Kaset-Nawamin Road. We go there so often that his father doesn’t get bothered by all of the loud noises which we insist upon making anymore. He actually told us that he prefers having a lot of kids at the restaurant since we keep him lively.

“Heyyyy! Who the hell put beef on this grill?! Come here and lemme smack you!” Poom, who has been silent for the past hour, speaks up when he notices a piece of red meat sitting on the grill in all its glory. This is after we all agreed on a “no beef” policy. He was so loud that I ended up flinching. And of course, when it comes to doing horrible stuff like this, it couldn’t have been anyone else other than…

“What? That ain’t beef.” There he goes, the man behind this mess reveals himself. I watch Om while holding the chopsticks with my mouth. He slowly lifts an item Poom referred to as ‘beef’ and dangles it in front of the plaintiff.

“Look at this. This is clearly…spinach.” This fucker! I have never seen anyone as shameless as this guy! Om’s head turns into a trash can as the guys throw used tissues at him. You deserve it, I’m telling you this from the bottom of my heart.

Poom and Om argued a bit more on whether this was a piece of beef or spinach (he has the balls the dispute this?). Poom emerged victorious when he shouted for a server and asked for the grill to be replaced immediately like it’s the biggest emergency ever.

We laugh amongst ourselves as we lift pork, chicken, bacon and a bunch of other things from the grill so they can switch it out. Meanwhile, we help ourselves with the food from the other grills. Many music club members are here today so we ended up connecting three separate tables with three stoves. We can barely walk around and eat all the food.

“Here, some more pork.” I probably forgot to mention that I haven’t looked up from my plate ever since we sat down. I haven’t even been grilling anything either. The person who has been doing the cooking, checking to see which ones are ready and grab them from the grills for me was Phun Phumipat, also known as the student council secretary that tagged along to the restaurant uninvited (because he tagged along with the band, also uninvited, earlier today). I guess he’s the president of the music club’s secretary now that he has been doting on me the entire time.

I mean, if he could chew and swallow the food for me then he would’ve done it.

“Hey, you should eat too. Aren’t you hungry?” I quickly return the pork and the chicken to his empty plate while mine is a mountain of things like pork, mushroom, duck and chicken. (Actually, there’s no duck. I just wanted things to rhyme*, haha.)

However, Phun simply smiles and continues to get me more grilled pork. Ugh, are you just messing with me now?!

At any rate, he can do whatever he wishes. It’s better this way, I’ll just do nothing and become a cripple. Although, it is rather fortunate that my plate is full of food that Phun gave to me since New starts messing around with his bizarre recipes not long after. (I really shouldn’t explain what they entail because they’re so complicated and they’re something youths should not take as an example.) Heng barely dodges the terrible fate when a staff replaces the grill that Poom had asked for earlier. Otherwise, Heng would have been forced to eat the horror that was being cooked by New. I’m sitting right by where the stove is so I lean over to give some room (plus, I didn’t want to get hurt). But it seems someone wants to get hurt though.

“I’d be nice to have a big sister like youuuuuu. Are you interested in adopting a high schooler?” Heh heh. I don’t need to tell you that the person who is saying this is pretty drunk, do I? No sane or lucid person would say such a thing to someone carrying something burning hot in their hands.