Stuck With You

Chapter Twelve

"Oh my God! Mark, what happened to him?" uttered Bam shockingly.

"Long story Bam, he's drunk," said Mark, shortly. Unconsciously, Gulf's body and heart reacted to the person he saw as he immediately stood at his spot. He was so miserable right now as he was drenching wet, his eyes are reddish and watery. Mew was looking very bad. Wait, did he cried? But what for?

"The fuck? Long story nowhere to be found" Bam rushed over to help Mark to support Mew. Mew was slightly protesting and trying to move away from those two but he was drunken weak.

"hmm let me go... I am waiting for Gupi..." muttered Mew weakly as they brought Mew to his room. Gulf's eyes were widened at what he heard. Did he just say that he waited for me?

As they got closer and passed by Gulf, Mew strongly wanted to stop them from taking him. He turned and was facing Gulf. He immediately grabbed Gulf's shoulders as he moved closer.

"Hmm? Are you Gupi?" said Mew while scanning the person's face. Gulf stood there statically as lifted up Gulf's chin and moved it left to right, to get a clearer view of his face. Mew was feeling numb but he was hurt to see the person in front of him. More like he's hurt for hurting that person.

"You are my Gupi~ Where have you been? I am waitin for you. You should see the way I dumped Jessie like she dumped you and ruined our friendship.. haha.. Gup, I am so sorry.. I wuvwusjsh.." Mew could not utter his word completely as he was unconscious. 

There were tears streaming down from his eyes. Mew was blaming himself for letting the precious ties that they had and shared together since childhood, were ruined for so long.

Mark and Bam immediately supported him from falling down. Gulf's heart was aching at the view, what saddened me more was Mew never drunk like this, this is worst. This was bad.

"What happened to him? Why the fuck is he soaking wet?" asked Gulf while frowning at the view. He himself was trying to hold his tears but he doesn't know why he should cry. He was supposed to hate Mew and doesn't give him a damn fuck about him. But his heart was acting the otherwise.

"He was running and playing under the rain like a kid while waiting for you, that's what he said," said Mark. Gulf clenched his jaw and fists, trying to hold every single of his emotions. Why did he have to wait for me? Urgh, I hate this feeling... I hate I remember those days..

"Just let him rot in his bedroom," said Gulf sternly and immediately rushing into his own bedroom, slamming the door. Bam and Mark just stared at each other confusedly before they moved Mew into his bedroom.

Gulf sitting on the floor beside his bed. He could not bear to see or hear anything from Mew. His mind kept on throwing back their memories. Too much emotions played right now. He was curling and hugging his own knees, cupping his head down toward his chest and covering his eyes. He was deep in his thought. 

So, he broke with that bitch.. Why do I feel hurt seeing him like this? but I am still hurt at what he did 3 years ago... I hate myself for these feelings

"Urgh! Fuck" he cursed at himself before he took a sleeping pill and immediately buried his body onto the bed.

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The bell ring was echoing in the atmosphere. That's mean the class is over for today. Without wasting any time, Gulf immediately ran toward his bicycle, the one that he always uses to cycle to school.

"Hey, Gulf! Where are you going?" yelled one of his football teammates.

"Tell the coach, I'm skipping the practice today. Got some problem at home!" he said while dashing toward his bicycle.

"Where are you Miu..." he mumbled to himself. He even skipped his football practice to rush over to Mew's home as he did not showed up at the school today. He was worried that something may happen to him. As he arrived at Mew's house, he immediately stormed into the building.

Just as he thought, Mew's parents weren't at the house because they had to go for works, just like his parents too. They were born as the sons of the heirs of big companies, can be difficult sometimes as they rarely could spend their times with their workaholic parents. Gulf was greeted by one of the maid.

"Good afternoon, young master Gulf" she greeted, making Gulf felt a little bit shy.

"How many times I've told you not to call me like that, just call me Gulf. By the way, where is Miu? Is he okay? He didn't attend any class today.."

"He has a slight fever this morning, so Mew didn-" she stopped uttering as Gulf immediately ran toward Mew's bedroom upstairs. There was Mew who was covered underneath the blanket and was sleeping. His face was slightly pale. Gulf walked closer toward him and put his palm on the latter's forehead.

"Shit! This is not a slight fever. I should stop him yesterday, playing in the rain was a bad idea. I've told you not to play under the rain, fool. You know you can't handle it" muttered Gulf silently, trying not to wake up the person.

Then, he quickly went back to his home. He thought of cooking some porridge for Mew. Within 5 minutes, he arrived and immediately ran toward the kitchen. He threw his school bag on the sofa. Once he gets into the kitchen, he was frozen at his spot and thinking what should he do...

Fuck, you are so stupid Gulf, you don't know how to cook

He mentally cursed and started to search for recipe books. None of that could help him, so he seeks help from his guardian, who is also the house maid.

"Nana, can you teach me how to cook a porridge?" he begged while hugging her arm by his side.

"No need, let me cook it for you" she said.

"Teach me... I want to cook it for someone, please" he asked while blinking his puppy eyes to that old lady. He knew everyone will easily fall to his trick.

"Let me ask you, you cook for whom? Is that person is sick?"

"MIU IS SICK!"

He yelled and suddenly, he felt something hard was banging his head. He was wincing hurtfully and rubbing his head. As he opened his eyes... he was on the floor. He fell on the floor while sleeping.

Arghhh, I am dreaming again...

Gulf was dreaming his memories flashback again. The first time was in the hospital, and now, it's about him and Mew again. He got up while cupping his hurtful head and sat on the edge of his bed.

He remembered his dream again where Mew got sick for drenching himself under the rain. It was fun to play in the rain but his body wasn't very kind to the rain as he gets cold and fever easily. Gulf also learned to cook for his dearest friend. 

Gulf was that person who willingly escaped his classes or practices just to stay by Mew's side and took care of him while he's sick, not minding the function of their maids. That's how close their relationship was, to the extent that they were inseparable.

At this moment, he was deep in his thought again.

Why do I always dream about those days again? Can I just sleep peacefully? what's the use of this sleeping pill then?

Miu was sick, he played under the rain...

He played under the rain...

"Mew is sick? Did he?" Gulf remembered what happened last night when Mew came back home after their show. He thinks twice and... just check on him, that's it... Somehow, he felt something wasn't right and his heart was telling him that he needs to do something, but his mind insisted. Should I go?

So he stood and did his morning body stretched. It was 7 AM the morning. He walked out of his room and saw Mew's bedroom door was left open. Hurm? Did he go out?

With his mind was still battling, Gulf just walked slowly toward the person's room and...

"Oh my God!"

-To be continued-

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