This is my take on 2gether. the series. Basically just a retelling of the show but with the things, the characters must be feeling at our favorite scenes. this is just something I did for myself and wanted to share it with people who loved the show...
I have been told I am a happy drunk, from the countless amount of times I have been drunk with my loser friends that is what I gather. I turn into a goofy flirt which is not very different from the way I actually stroll through my life, but the intensity increases, and hence I keep my alcohol consumption minimal or at least try to.
The arrival of sarawat and his friends on our table was a clear sign that I should not drink too much otherwise I will go ahead and make a fool out of myself. And I really needed to stop making a fool out of myself in front of that pervert asshole.
Half an hour into the conversation, the first thing that he asks me is, if I am drunk enough so he could touch my non-existent boobs.
It was funny how he wanted to violate a drunk person but still asked for consent.I snorted. What a respectful pervert.
But despite that I was still pretty buzzed, fong had been hysterical though, he was pissed drunk by the time we were ready to return, I might vaguely remember a hard body pressing up to me while they helped me walk out of the bar. Alcohol gives you a great surge of endorphins-the pleasure inducing hormone, but still it works differently for different people.
Like how, fong was a hysterical man, once drunk.
Ohm could drink gallons without having hangovers.
Phuak could drink for a long time without the alcohol actually affecting him.
Type, even when drunk, was a respectable asshat.
Dad... doesn't drink much, because my mum would throw a fit.
My former girlfriends, they were mostly lightweights.
I wonder, how does sarawat behave when drunk? This was another new routine of mine, thinking about him in almost every situation. Whatever situation I am in, my brain takes me to him - what would sarawat do? How would he react?
The rate at which this guy is infiltrating my whole existence, was a little startling at first but it did not take me long to come to terms with it, sarawat was a part of my life, at least for a while, and for some forign reasons he had made a space in my heart and mind. Big deal, time will tell., right now all that matters is green is off my back. I haven't seen him in weeks and I think that is the best thing that has happened in all of this clusterfuck of emotions my life has become.
I was pretty much numb to my surroundings until we reached the dorms, someone was helping me walk and this help was immensely appreciated, well, until I tripped on the stairs and fong decided to kick my chin because.. Why the fuck not?
Drunk deranged bastard. I realised the hand that has been supporting me was sarawat's. Ofcourse, so much for not making a fool out of myself.
In between taking in the the pain Fong's foot inflicted on me and mumbling about Wat's constant "are you okay?" I totally zoned out and by the time I concentrated again wat's friends were already gone but he was still standing in front of me, he said something about his phone being dead and him not having his car.
Excuses. Huh.
He asked me if he could spend the night.
I did not have the heart to say no, and so we found ourselves sitting in my balcony, the cool midnight breeze chilling me up but the boy beside me providing me the warmth. Or it could be the alcohol in my system. I was relatively sober now, thanks to fong. sarawat started playing the guitar softly, the tune of "click" by Scrubb, started to fill the atmosphere with its essence. Wat always seems to say something through his songs, I understand that. But even if I do understand it, I don't understand the things he speaks through those songs. It's like my heart understands it but my brain cannot decipher the hidden messages. I was never a fan of guessing games anyway.
Clues were not my strong pursuit. I decided to take a chance,
" Wat, what kind of person do you like?"
He looked startled for a moment, and couldn't seem to find an answer for my question, so I helped him out.
"A cute one?" He shook his head in negative
"A smart one?" He shook his head again, a smile gracing his lips.
"A beautiful one?" He again shook his head,
Huh? " That's almost every type of girl, do you like a weird one or what?" I smiled teasingly.
He snorted, biting his lips for a moment, my eyes dragged down on them immediately.
"Maybe, I really like a weird one" "and it's so weird that the one I like.."
Arrival of Fong interrupted him, and thank God, it did because I could not take the answer, my hands were clammy, my heart did a double take. I hurriedly took Fong to the bathroom so that I could avoid being with Wat.
what's with me lately? Why was this boy with no sense of humour, a stoic resting bitch face, and expressive big eyes making my whole being go haywire? Why did he affect me so much?
Fong came out of the bathroom and plopped on the floor mumbling incoherently, I noticed that Ohm had went back to his room, so I gave a call to sarawat to come back to the room and threw myself on the bed, not even waiting for Sarawat, because of the exhaustion I felt I went in the state of a dreamless slumber.
this story is sort of coming out as set-of one-shots, so I am going to keep it like that.
sorry for a great deal of break I took, I got busy with studying, and then to take my mind off studying I started writing a new story and got immersed in that,
oh wait, yes, I am writing a new story, do you want to maybe check it out?
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IN THE MATTER OF MONTHS.
In which Sarawat is trapped in his own life and Tine is the only key.
Do try and check it out, I think you will like it.
