All Strings Attached

Chapter 4

Win gulped as Bright moved back and walked away, stuffing his wallet into his pocket.

When he came back to the main gate, he saw his brother and Saint waiting for him.

"Where did you go? Who was that boy?" Type asked impatiently.

"Phi Relax" Win sighed. He felt tired.

"I am not liking his guts" Type warned.

"P'Type don't worry na. He is not a bad person. He was just kidding" Win defended and patted Saint "let's go home?"

"I'll like to meet him though" P'Type muttered as he pulled out his car keys, pushing the button to find where he parked his car.

"When am I getting one of these" Win asked, sliding his hand on his brother's car's windshield.

"Ask dad"  Type chuckled. Win sat on the front seat and made a whiny face, complaining"Ho Phi ! Dad will never buy me one. You promised you would"

"Only if you get atleast 3.5 gpa" Type completed the rest of Win's sentence, focusing on the road.

" I need new family" Win muttered, earning a playful glare from his brother.
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For the next few days there was nothing Win could do except to just think about Bright . He didn't know why but he couldn't get himself to fear from Bright. He was just curious about what kind of person Bright is. Why this insanely handsome boy has a heart of stone. He rolled over his bed at night and stared at the rain striking his window pane. Listening to thunder sound and watching the branches of tree dancing in the dark.

If only he could knock at Bright's heart and make him open up.

Meanwhile Bright was sitting at the edge of his bed in just his shorts and vest, facing his apartment window, facing the rain going down. He had a lighter in his hand, lighting it again and again every other second.

Finally he threw the lighter away and threw himself back on bed and stared at the note Win left in his wallet with his number written on it along a smiley and "Text me maybe?" written next to it.
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On one usual day, Win was taking his class in college, listening to the teacher attentively. Everything was so calm these days. Even though Win left his number in Bright's wallet but he hasn't received any text or call.

Type stopped his car outside Win's campus and got out, glancing at his watch. He leaned against his car, looking around , waiting for Win to be free .

Suddenly he saw a boy walking along the road with big heavy box that was almost blocking his view. Type frowned, his eyes fixed on the troubled boy. Finally the thing Type predicted happened and the boy tripped over something and fell down.

Type pulled off his ray ban and jogged to the boy, helping him getting up "You okay?" He asked.

"I am fine" The boy muttered, chuckling, looking on the floor "Thank you by the-" He looked up and stopped mid sentence. He didn't expect his helper to look this gorgeous.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Type asked again, concerned by his lack of response.

"I am fine" He cleared his throat and tried to get up "Just had my knee scraped"

"Let me help you" Type offered and helped him walk towards the Campus bench.

"I'll go get water for you" Type said and boy immediately objected, trying to stand up "Its okay khub. You don't have to do this for me"