I opened my eyes slowly when something hard pushed against my chest.

Arthit was looking up at me with a small frown. I realized it was his hand that was pushing against my chest and that we
were still lying on the couch.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He mumbled.
“I need to get up anyway. What time is it?” I released him from my grasp and reached into my back pocket for my phone. He stood up and stretched. I was momentarily distracted when his shirt rose up and I could see a strip of pale skin. I tore my gaze away from his back and glanced down at my home screen.
“Shit! I’m late.” I jumped up and ran to my room to get dressed.

I threw on my light blue button down shirt, a navy blue tie, and navy blue dress pants. I ran from my room and snatched my keys and wallet off of the counter, shoving the wallet into my pocket.

“I gotta go to work, call me if you need me!” I shouted over my shoulder to Arthit as I ran out the door. I drove as fast as I could to the studio and ran into the elevator. Of course, Jay had to be
standing in the elevator when it finally opened. I have terrible luck.

“How was your trip sir?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t realize I was late.
“Wonderful.” He grinned.
“I was sad I had to leave, but someone has to watch you all.”
“That’s my job sir.” I laughed.
He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the elevator. I waved to him and pushed the button for the fourteenth floor, so I could get to my office.

When I got there I took some time to organize my desk, when I got that call from Davikah I kind of just threw everything around while I was trying to find my keys and phone. I walked down the hall to Aim’s recording booth like I did every morning so we could catch up.
“Sup Kong! I’m assuming you’re late because of Arthit.” He pushed a button on his keyboard and gave the singer a thumbs up.

“It wasn’t his fault. We fell asleep on the couch and I didn’t hear my alarm.” I glared at him.
“Are you sure you don’t fancy him?” Aim raised and eyebrow.
“What? Me, fancy Arthit? No.” I groaned. “Is it that obvious?”

“I’ve known you for twelve years, I can read you like an open book.” Aim grinned.
“Whatever, just don’t tell anyone about it.” he nodded and pushed some more buttons on his soundboard to make the guy’s voice sound better.

“By the way, Oak’s album needs to be finished by Friday.” I informed him.
I left the room and went back to my office to make some phone calls. After talking to a very
annoying lady I finally had arranged for a publicist to meet with our new artist Oak and also one for Arthit.
I filled out some more paperwork, then walked around checking on all of the recording booths and talking to some of the new singers until it was lunch time.
I drove home to pick up Arthit so we could go out for lunch. When I got there, he was sitting on the couch watching TV.

“Come one, let’s go get some lunch.” I waved him over and we walked to my car. I took him to one of my favorite Italian restaurants and ordered us a pepperoni pizza to share. I only
did it because they’re pretty big and after seeing how small Arthit’s appetite is, I didn’t think we could eat two whole pizzas. Arthit didn’t complain, so I didn’t worry about it.
“So, you’ll be coming in every Wednesday from now on to work on your album. Also I arranged for you to meet with a publicist in a few weeks.”

“Um, thanks.” He scratched the back of his neck. “What kind of songs do I have to sing?” he asked.
“Anything you want really. If you need help we have some professional song writers, but I doubt you’ll need them. Your songs are really good.” I explained.

I smiled at the waitress as she placed our pizza down in the middle of the table along with two plates and our drinks.
I put two pieces on my plate and watched Arthit do the same. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Each of us just enjoying the other’s company. After that we just talked about our lives and what we liked to do. I learned that his favorite color is Red, he likes cats (like me) , and he’s always wanted to go camping. He said something about his mum not wanting to camp, so they didn’t. I made a mental note to take him camping one day.

After a short argument about who was going to pay, I finally convinced Arthit to let me pay the bill, but he insisted that he would get the tip, so I let him.
I dropped him off at home, then went back to work.

Aim was waiting in my office for me,
looking slightly angry. This can’t be good, an angry wolf is not a good thing.
“What’s wrong with you?” I sat down in my chair and stared ahead at Aim.

“You blew me off!” He shouted.

“What are you talking about?”

“We were supposed to go out for lunch today and then go to that new store!” He sighed. “But you just disappeared.”

“Ah! Sorry man, I forgot. Arthit was home by himself, and I thought he’d be hungry so we went out for lunch. Can we go another time?”
“You were with that homeless'? So you’d rather hang out with some guy you just met than with your best friend?!” He shouted.

“Shut up, Aim, and it’s not like that.”
“Whatever, I hope you have fun with Arthit .” He stood up and stalked away.

Is he seriously jealous of Arthit ? He knows how much Arthit means to me, but Aim and I are best friends; nothing is supposed to come between us, so why did he act like that?
. By the time we closed up I was exhausted both physically and mentally. I had been thinking about my situation with Aim and what I was going to do about Arthit . Both took a lot of concentration. I decided I’d make it up to Aim by getting us tickets to go see his favorite singer, Ed Sheeran.

As for Arthit, I’m just going to keep playing it cool and hope he doesn’t find out that I like him. I stopped at the phone store on my way home and picked up Arthit a black I-phone. I contemplated
getting him the white one, but in the end I reasoned that if mine was white and his was black then we wouldn’t get them mixed up.

As soon as I stepped through my door I heard the hum of a guitar and Arthit’s melodic voice drifting through the house. I sat my stuff down quietly and tip toed up the stairs.

“Tonight,
looking back on all this life
It's funny how the time goes by
And how,
sometimes It slides away Time,
sliding through the dead of night
Shaking 'till you start to cry
Your eyes won't dry, Till light of day”

I made it to the top of the stairs and poked my head through Arthit’s door. He was sitting on his
bed with his back to the door, so I opened the door wider and stood in the doorway to listen.

“And sleep away
Don't let it go, don't let it fade
Your dreams may cave, and falling apart
It's the only way, we go so low
When you don't know, I will
I will
If you go, take a little piece of me
Hang it by the place you sleep, and dream of me
Don't leave
Just sleep away
Don't let it go, don't let it fade
Your dreams may cave, and falling apart
It's the only way, we go so low
When you don't know, I will
We go so low
When you don't know, I will
I will
Tonight, looking back on all this life
It's funny how the time goes by
And how, sometimes, It's slides away”

He strummed the guitar a few more times, then wrote something down in the open notebook in front of him.

“I like that one.” I commented.

He jumped and his head whipped around to face me. I grinned at him and he returned it.

“Kong, Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Arthit bent down to put his guitar back in its case.

“Sorry, I was just transfixed by your voice.” I sat next to him on the bed.
“Shut up.” He blushed.
“I’m serious.” I protested.
Arthit grinned, while trying to hide his blush. I rolled my eyes and reached into my pocket to pull
out Arthit’s new phone.
“I got you something.” I tapped his arm with it and he turned around to face me again.

He took it from me and studied it for a minute, then set it down carefully on the table beside his bed.
“Please stop.” He whispered.
“Stop what?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Stop buying me stuff!” He laughed.
“I feel bad, because you’re wasting your money on me.”
“It’s not wasted and if it really bothers you, then you can just pay me back when you’re the next damn sensation.” I laughed.

He slapped my arm lightly, grinning from ear to ear.
“You have dimples.” I poked one of them and he immediately brought his hands up to cover his face.
“Oh god, don’t look at them, they’re horrible.”
“No they’re not!” I grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face. “They’re cute.”

Whoops.

I didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. I became aware that I was still holding onto his wrists and that the room had become silent. I felt my cheeks heating up when his grin slowly fell.
He started to lean in and after composing myself I did too.

It was as if everything was in slow motion, I could feel his warm breath on my cheek as my eyes slipped closed. I was sure we were only an inch away when my phone started to ring, making us spring apart instantly.
So close. I snatched my phone from my pocket and strutted from the room, ready to yell at whoever was calling me and interrupted our moment.

We were about to kiss!

That’s the second time someone has interrupted us.
“What do you want?” I snapped
“That’s no way to talk to your mother young man!”
“Oh sorry mum! Why is it you called? I was kind of in the middle of something.”
“I just called to let you know that Khao Fang’s in  coma.” She said bitterly.
“She’s what?!” I yelled.
“Her boyfriend was driving her home and they got into a car crash. She hit her head really hard.”
I heard Arthit thudding down the stairs and seconds later he appeared in the kitchen looking worried.
“Is everything okay? I heard you yell.” He stood across from me at the table and watched me, but I ignored him.
“Since when does she have a boyfriend? I warned you about this, but you don’t listen to me do you?” I combed my fingers through my hair.

“KONG , I’m not in the mood to argue. I just need a favor, please. Come home for a little while, I’m stuck in the hospital with Khaofang half the day and the other half I’m working. Someone needs to
watch the girls. Please come home, Louis I need you.”
“Okay, I’ll be there by tomorrow morning. Don’t bother trying to convince me to wait, because my
mind is set. How is she doing? Did the doctors say when she would wake up?”

“No, they’re still running tests.” She sighed. I glanced up at Arthit who was still staring at me with a concerned look. I gave him a small smile to calm him down.
“Alright, I’ll be there soon, but umm, can I bring a friend?”
“Would this happen to be a boyfriend?” I could practically feel her smirking.

Yes, my mum knows I’m gay. Ever since she found out she’s been trying to set me up with her friend’s sons’. I’m convinced she’s insane.
“No, mum he’s just a friend.” I groaned.
“Okay darling, as long as he’s willing to help out that will be fine.”
“Thanks mum, love you!” I ended the call before she could say anything else embarrassing.

Arthit looked calm, which unnerved me, because I was anything but calm. I stood up slowly and went back to my room. He followed me silently.

“My sister got in a car crash and is in a coma. I need to go there for at least a week or so. You can come if you want, or you can stay here.”
My voice shook as I spoke.

“I want to come.” He left without another word.

I began throwing random articles of clothing into my blue suitcase and when I thought I had enough to last me a week, I zipped it up and slung it over my shoulder.

“Hey Kong! Is it alright if I bring my guitar?” Oon called from his room.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I answered.
I threw my stuff into the trunk and returned to the house to lock up.

He came out as I was going in and after making sure he had everything, I locked the doors and returned to the car.
“I’m sorry about your sister.” Arthit said quietly from the passenger seat.

I gave him an appreciative smile, before pulling out of my driveway.

I couldn’t believe that my little sister had gotten a boyfriend while I was away. I can’t remember the last time I went home to visit my family. I just got so caught up in work and life in the city that
I didn’t have much time too. My mum understood that thankfully. Still, I tried to call her at least once a week, or whenever I needed advice. I’m always the one who needs her, so it’s weird now
that it’s the other way around.

I made sure to call Jay and ask for the week off, even though I knew he would give it to me.

After that I texted Aim and told him what happened. He didn’t reply, which led me to believe he’s still mad at me.

This is going to be a long week.