All Strings Attached

Chapter 18

Win stared at his face and stood up with him , asking "Phi what is it?"

"Oh my God" He replied, horrified " Okay I'll be there in a minute"

"Is everything okay?" Win asked , staring at his face. Fuse rubbed his palm over his mouth and replied slowly "Someone called from Saint's phone. He had an accident"

"What!!?" Win asked, his heart shaking "How is he? Is he okay? Did they call the ambulance?"

"Lets go" Fuse replied "Lets go to him"

Win nodded and without wasting a second, he ran out. Fuse locked his cafe and they sat in his car.

Win brows were ceased together as he kept looking out of the window, his breathing disturbed.

"Stop worrying. He'll be fine"

"How can I not worry?" Win asked, his shaky hands clenching his seat "My brother is hurt"

Fuse glanced at him for few seconds, turning his staring wheel.

Win nervously bit his lips, staring out. He felt the car was driving unexpectedly slow, showing no sign of hurry.

When more than 10 minutes passed, Win couldn't stop himself and asked with worried expressions "Phi you said Saint went to the nearby store. How come we haven't reached yet?"

Fuse tilted the rear view mirror and looked at his own face in the mirror, slightly fixing his hair "We are about to reach"
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"I am sorry for calling at the last moment" Type said, smiling apologetically at Mike who was grinning like a fool.

"Its not a problem Phi" He replied, pushing his hands back in his pockets.

"Where do you wonna eat? I'll take you" Type offered, his voice having hint of excitement.

Mike shrugged his shoulders, thinking for a moment with a smile "How about the fast food restaurant down the street? We can walk there "

Type looked aside for a split second, considering then clapped his hands together " Alright"

Mike smiled and they walked side by side. At that hour of evening, there weren't much people on the road and the two guys walked the whole way chatting and laughing.

Mike noticed more things about Type that he opens his eyes really wide during conversation but they still appears round and small and how he glare at you playfully when you make a silly comment.

Mike nodded his head to something Type said. Honestly he wasn't even listening. He was busy imagining Type in tuxedo on their wedding.

They entered the restaurant and Type immediately took out his phone, his face showing a slight frown.

"My phone is dead" Type said out loud and looked at Mike "Do you have a charger?"

Mike knew damn well that he didn't carry any charger yet his hands immediately went to pat his jeans pocket, his head shaking no in a disappointment.

Type nodded and looked at the black screen of his phone "Alright I'll charge it later"

They placed order and sat on a two persons table. Type sitting down, glancing thoroughly at the table, probably checking the cleanliness.

"How is your semester going?" Type asked as soon as Mike sat in front of him.

"Its going okay phi" Mike replied "It's getting harder though. I've been up for 2 nights in a row to finish my project"