'Him?'- MacauChay FF

CHPT 1 - "Good Old Me"

Beep*
The sound of the phone call ending left Chay clueless. The table in which the phone sat, was next to the large sofa Chay was currently sitting restlessly on. His leg impatiently moving in up and down motions, beating on the wooden floor tiles.
He used both his hands to grab ahold of his head and bring it down to his knees. He wanted to curl up in a little ball and disappear. Why did Kim have to be like this? Chay could feel the throbbing pain quickly build up inside his chest. His eyes began to fill with water, and in a matter of seconds he could feel his sweatpants soaking from the tears that where falling from his chin.
Chay couldn't help but lightly pull on his hair, it was a way of letting out the anger on himself.

PORCHAY POV:

I couldn't quite understand what was to be of me. I've seen countless movies in which the protagonist fights with their significant other, but by the end of the movie they end up together. Why isn't Kim responding back? Maybe I have to call? I know he's busy these days.
I tilt my head back for it to rest on the head of the sofa, my body sinks into the cushions, and there I lay. Looking at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, debating whether I should really call him. But then I come back to the real world, and I understand that he was the one who broke things off. I would only look like a fool if I called him, he would think I'm obsessed. Which I am, but, what's the point if he doesn't feel the same. My hands lay on the soggy part of my sweatpants and my fingers dig into them. Feeling the moisture my tears had left behind.

"I have to get ready for school" was my excuse to let my body know it couldn't slouch on the sofa for the next half hour, only to be late for school.
*sigh* here we go again. Another boring day, doing nothing but studying until nightfall.
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3RD PERSON POV:

Porchay didn't know how...but he managed to cook, and eat his breakfast. It was pitiful, he was alone, in his own bubble. In his own thoughts, as he walked up the staircase leading to his room, he found himself so lonely. The house was similar to the silence you would experience if you where lost at sea. No one around, and no harmony to keep you going.

He stood in front of a long and narrow mirror in which only his thin body was reflected. Behind him was his bed — too large for him alone — the pale white sheets that laid neatly over the bed, had been fixed this morning. His reflection was hazy, he couldn't center himself. It was as if he was floating in space, there was no gravitational pull. Nothing keeping him in place. He couldn't help but lean forward to take a closer look. Was he too plain to be with someone who wore expensive and elegant clothing 24/7? (Reference to Mr.Kim here!) Or was it his hair? Maybe it was the color, or the way he styled his hair so neatly? God, only if he could read minds! But Kim had always been cold. Even when Chay asked "Do you love me?" Kim had changed the subject in a matter of seconds. Maybe he wasn't good at expressing himself. But Chay was tired and he didn't have much energy left in him to keep fighting. If Kim really wanted him it was his turn to fight this time.

Porchay walked toward the right side of the mirror, leaning in to open one of the many drawers he kept his clothes in. It felt like time was moving slowly, way to slowly, for his liking. Everything felt as if it was being done in slo-motion.
He walked to the bathroom to get changed, then proceeded to brush his teeth. Everything was normal, this was his everyday morning routine. It was pretty boring if you asked Chay.

School was the usual. There was really nothing special about it. Maybe it was because Chay had always payed attention to his teachers. Often times he felt shy saying it but he had to admit he was a bit of a nerd at times. A straight A student is what best fit him. He loved math, it was actually one of a couple of subjects he loved. Maybe he could marry math? Instead of marrying a human, he thought. I mean the love and affection was real. Math loved him and he loved it back.

As school came to an end Chay began to think. Think of the party. What type of party would it be with only a couple of people in it? Maybe as long as you have those whom you love is more than enough for Macau. Actually now that he thought of it, he always heard stories of Macau from Porsche and Pete, but he never had a chance to meet him in person. To meet him and slap him for what he did to his brother. How dare he be a little devil and put Porsche in that position. [ Kinn choked Porsche in the series because Porsche tried to beat up Macau ] "Well but it wouldn't be nice if I slap him on his birthday, it will have to wait for another day." thought Chay as he walked down the streets of Bangkok leading toward his good old cozy house. Thankfully today was Thursday and he could rest-

"WAIT!" Chay called out into the open air, making the crowd of people who where crossing the road and walking next to Chay stare toward his direction. In confusion people began to murmur, but it didn't matter. Chay began to run as fast as he could home. As soon as he opened the front gate and arrived he dropped his backpack on the beige colored sofa that sat in the middle of the living room. The same sofa Kim and Chay had slept on, only to wake up with arms wrapped around each other the next morning.

"How did I forget!!? OH MY GOD PORCHAY!" he scolded himself. Porsche had texted him the address where Chay needed to be at about an  hour ago in order to help with the parties preparations. It was the minor family residence, he had never gone there before. He had only been to the major family residence to visit Porsche and Kim. On top of being late he had to figure out how to get there. "Great! Perfect! Magnificent!"  Chay kept complaining as he got dressed into comfortable clothing. Comfortable enough to move and lift heavy objects. Which is what he thought he would be doing this afternoon.

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*𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑*

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