All Strings Attached

Chapter 15

Saint looked at P'Zee when his face lit up "I have an idea! How about you ask her to give you advice on how to confess! Then just implement the idea on her"

Zee slowly face palmed.

Saint looked at him confused. What now?

"I have another idea though if you didn't like the old one " Saint continued "Give her flowers. Flowers makes everything romantic and she will surely say yes. Now I personally like Roses. All colours are pretty but red is oh so perfect! I-"

Saint stopped talking when he saw Zee looking at him and said sheepishly "And I should probably stop obsessing over roses. Its about her not me"

"You think giving flowers will be a good idea?" Zee asked and Saint nodded happily.

After that P'Zee offered him a ride to which he agreed. Whats needed to be done should be done as early as possible right.

After dropping him home, Zee went 2 streets back and brought the brightest single red rose as he didn't want his mom to question him and drove back to Saint's house.

"Such a beautiful piece of decoration!" Mrs Metawin who was over at Saint's house exclaimed, looking at the beautiful scenery in lounge.

"Saint bought it with his first pay check" His mom said, smiling "There is another one in his room"

"I will love to see it" Mrs Metawin said, already strolling to his room upstairs where Saint just went.

"Aunty "  Saint saw her coming and smiled "How are you?"

"I am good and about to see that antique piece of decoration you bought" She said, her eyes sparkling. Her love for house decoration was crazy.

Saint chuckled and let her go into his room. He had clothes in his hand.
"I was going to change but I'll do it in another room" He said and went away.

Meanwhile His mom downstairs heard the door bell ringing and opened the door to a handsome man in uniform standing there.

"Uh is Saint home?" He asked to which the mom smiled, letting him in. They were used to of officers coming to their house due to Saint's dad.

"He is upstairs" She smiled, pointing towards up "That first room from left"

Zee smiled at her , nodding and jogged upstairs.
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Bright was lying on his bed, his arm over his forehead. He sighed and tried to close his eyes but it would just force itself to open again. He felt restless.

He got up and sat straight on bed .That boy has messed hard with his head. Every thing that happened today, was replaying in his mind. He softly put his palm over his face as he remembered Win's aggressive behaviour.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his own hand over his face. Win's resistive behaviour and stubbornness was turning him on.

He slowly opened his eyes and the reason why his heart was restless came in front of his eyes. He couldn't shook off the look on Win's face when the hot coffee spilled on his hand.

He couldn't help but think of that red burn on his hand, the genuine pain on Win's face.

He abruptly stood up, getting off of bed and opened every drawer in his room, looking for bandaids or any sort of medicine you can use on skin burn.

And he flipped the whole apartment upside down, looking for merely a bandaid. As if his life depends on that single piece of medical item.

Finally he sat down on bed, hopeless. How come he gets injured all the time but doesn't own a single medicine at home?

Thats because he never really cared about what happens to him or anyone.

The boy who never cared about his own life was awake thinking of someone else's pain.

He immediately got up and left the room, in his sleeping T-shirt and sweatshirt. The roads were completely empty as it was way passed midnight. Cold air brushed against his exposed arms but his body felt awfully hot, his cheeks burning.

He went to 24/7 convenient store . He bought some bandaids and ointments and stroll back home, sitting on his cranky bed again.

He stared at the medicines in his hand,taking out a bandaid.

What am I doing?

He thought , staring at the bandaid. Its not like he can go to Win right now. He hated that he was feeling frustrated at that hour.

He picked up the plastic bag containing medicines and threw it against the wall, lying down back on bed and curling to his side, his long fringe falling and hiding his face.

He hated to lose his sleep. He hated to feel helpless and worried over small thing. He hated the change he was having.

He opened his fist that was clenching onto the single piece of bandaid and ripped open the small item, sticking it on his own finger, the same finger where Win was burnt with coffee.

He hated that he was feeling pain when he wasn't even injured.
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Updates will be little late. Classes have started and I need the damn degree (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ