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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 21: Is this a friend?
"Are you going to eat in the cafeteria?"
"Well, what do you want? I'll bring it for you later. "
"No, I'll go with you."
"Huh?"
Mr. Tharn suddenly looked back at the person was cramming his textbook into his bag, but he was only busy and ignored. So he had to work hard on his own recollection, would it be his own mistake thinking that he was invited to dinner.
Today is Monday. As in the past few months, there were morning classes. He got up to take a bath, cleaned himself up, and was ready to go out to find something to eat before going to the classroom. But over the past few months their push and pull moods, it has been strange for him that Ai’Type has suddenly started to ask him to eat with him.
What's going on?
Tharn couldn't believe his ears. His hands, buttoning his shirt, stopped unconsciously. He looked straight at the boy with dark skin and well-dressed. He didn't know whether to feel happy or paranoid.
Since they went to buy sheets that day, Type's attitude has been much softer, but he didn't expect him to be softer enough to ask him to have breakfast together.
"Then why do you look at me? You don't want to go?”
"Go!" Without having to ask Thiwat a second time, Tharn answered quickly, then asked in reply,
"Then why do you look at me? You don't want to go?”
"Go!" Without having to ask him a second time, Tharn answered quickly, then asked in reply,
"Why?"
Why offer me.
This question immediately made Type show his dislike. He thought it was awkward, but he answered his question.
"Isn't that what you said? If we get rid of the sxx characters in our sxx friends/buddies, we're still friends…” Type wanted to continue, but finally stopped. Tharn continued to stare at him, hoping to hear more of his explanation.
"What do you think it is?" Type looked bored again.
"I just asked you to have breakfast. If you don't want to, don't go. Don't whet your chirp here." He turned around, picked up his bag, swung it on his back and left. He had no nostalgia. He didn't want to wait for Tharn at all. Tharn quickly fastened the button, picked up the room key and the bag and went out. He quickly followed the man who had gone downstairs. He didn't expect that he could have such a chance.
No, he didn't expect such a good chance so soon.
In this way, the last time I went out with him to buy bed sheets was the luckiest thing that happened in months.
At this moment, Ai’Thiwat was a little bit impatient, and the reason is because of those words.
It really hurt.
In short, it's like getting a message that he was doing something special and unforgivable.
During the rest day, Type kept thinking about this problem over and over again. Did he really make a mistake?
It wasn't until finally, after eliminating some subjective prejudices, that he finally felt that it was true he really hurt Tharn's hearts in many things.
Well, although he hates gay from the bottom of his heart, if he works hard, he will go to hell! He swore that he always regarded Tharn as a friend. Sometimes he said his word were serious and hurt others. But then, Ai’Tharn didn't hurt his heart.
Tharn also reminds him of the shadow of the past... But also helped him many times.
The only idea left at this point is that... He suddenly didn't want to hear Ai’Tharn say he was hurt.
During this period, Tharn has been quiet. Although he always likes to show strange smiles later, on the whole, he thought that Tharn was poisonous and doesn't interest him in doing anything. Sometimes he felt like has forgotten that he was a conscious and thoughtful man. When he was gossiped by the people in the school, he would have liked to rush to kill them, but Tharn who he cussed gay every day that he was disorganized in gender and promiscuous in relationships. He said a lot of other things. If he didn't feel about it, he would be surprised.
So, all of these things that Type does now are due to previous mistakes.
What he can make up for is... Try to return to the role of friend... It's going to be hard.
"If you eat, go away. What are you looking at in my face! Is there anything on my face?”
Yes, the most difficult thing is to face the annoying person (well, besides Tharn) normally, but also have to make a look that you don't know, when he When I look at him with a smile.
"Nothing strange, I just look at my table mate's face."
"Then what are you laughing at?" Type asked coldly, because the other side not only raised the corners of the mouth, even the eyes were filled with a smile.
"I'm happy."
"What are you happy about?" Type knew that he shouldn't ask this question, because he knew exactly what kind of answer he will get, but he blurted it out, and Tharn answered it,
"Glad you asked me out."
Then, Tharn smiled more brightly, indicating that he was really happy. Type's expression was uncomfortable and cussed him a few times, but unexpectedly, he didn't get goose bumps like before. Because he didn't have goose bumps, that is the thing which made him more upset, it means that he has become more and more accustomed to Ai’Tharn existence.
"Just eat."
"But it means something else to me." Type raised his head, his eyes were bright, his voice was cold and said, "Please tell yourself that we are just friends, don't let me have goose bumps again." That's what he said, but he thought about the word "friend" seriously. He never thought about it before.
That's to say I've accepted the fact that I'm his sxx friend? It's too easy.
His mind suddenly went back to the time of them making love, which was never a wonderful feeling. He admitted that he was immersed in it at that time, otherwise he would not climax every time they did it. He tried to tell himself that it was just two men to solve their physiological needs, and no one was more suitable than the one sleeping next to him... It's just for that reason that they have become friends.
Well, it's OK to be a sxx friend. He has slept with him several times anyway, but he was still an ordinary friend when they get out of bed. Type told himself so. He looked at the figure who buried his head in breakfast. He could not see his eyes clearly, but he continued to ask,
"Do you want to go to dinner together this afternoon, the kind of appointment between friends?"
Uh.
In the beginning, he would have refused, but in the next second, he awkwardly hesitated.
"It's just a meal between roommates... Isn't it?” Ai’Tharn looked up into his eyes, and deliberately stressed that the words "friend" made him frown. Before he could answer, he went on,
"You say we are just a friend, right? Well, just take care of me, who has no friends. Can you accompany me to dinner?" Type knew that he was once again trapped by the man in front of him. He really begged for help. There were two villains fighting in his mind. At last, his sense of morality prevailed.
That means... Suddenly he felt guilty and couldn't bear to refuse him.
"Do you think I will promise you?" Type turned his head to one side and said with a slight sneer.
"Send me a message after school." He knew that he has been extremely soft hearted, because this kid is happier with his smile. Maybe there are girls looking this way. He quickly put his finished plate together with the other party's plate, indicating that he would help him to clean up together... Splendid.
"Your heart is much better than I thought." He said the man who was drinking stopped and looked up at him,
"You are more pitiful than I thought."
He paused, Tharn said in a sincere voice,
"If you want to pity me, I'd like to be miserable all the time." When he finished, he went straight away with the plate, leaving him in a daze, trying to think about the meaning of what he just said, and finally he could only think of it,
Ai’Tharn means that as long as he can get his sympathy, he is willing to do anything... Is it?
What he didn't expect was that Tharn might not only want his sympathy, but also want to attract his attention.
After school, he went to the top of the building to play, and the text of the dinner appointment was sent, and he also told him where to meet. As soon as Type came downstairs, he saw him in a taxi waving to him. He pulled Type in and led him to a restaurant with a bar. Type looked back at him and said softly,
“Ai’Tharn, I'm talking about eating noodles, not coming here."
He returned with a big smile.
"This is the one that I said before, to help the school senior."
"Huh? This one?” He looked back at the spacious pub, which was clearly divided into two areas. One side was a pub seat separated by a glass wall, with a bar like stool, and the other side was the decoration of a restaurant. There is a high stage in the corner, with all kinds of musical instruments, surrounded by stacked art paintings that ordinary people can't understand. Type felt very good when he looked at them.
Tharn played in this bar before?
"Is the salary high?"
"It's OK. If there are more guests, it's higher. All these can be discussed with the boss." As Tharn said, he walked in, grabbed his arm and went in together. However, Type was also interested in seeing what his social circle was like.
"Oh, Nong Tharn, what's the matter with you? The boys didn't come to the pub to play today." As soon as he walked in, a beautiful woman greeted him from a long distance and came over. Tharn looked back and raised her hand.
"Hello, sister Jeed, I'm not here to play today. I'm here to have dinner with my friend." After that, Tharn shrunk a little and let the owner see Type he was with. The owner suddenly smiled,
"Is that right? Is it really a friend or your new boyfriend?”
Uh
To be honest, Type was a little angry. Hooei, no, he was very angry. When he heard that senior said that he was Tharn's boyfriend and she was winking at her, he would like to ask, what's wrong with your mother eff's eyes? Why is the eye twitching all the time? But seeing that Tharn was very respectful to her, he held back.
Didn't want to embarrass him.
In fact, Tharn also knew that he was upset, because he quickly answered after the boss said, "No sister, we are just friends." What are you trying to emphasize the word friend?
Although it's more comfortable for Type to hear that, but he emphasizes the word "friend" so much, which made Type mind squinting and quietly looking at the boy who is chatting with the owner's wife. When the owner's sissy’s eyes come to him, he unconsciously raised his hand and waied again.
I don't mind. I just don't want to embarrass Tharn. I can't speak so much. Don't want hurt his heart by saying anything rude.
Type comforted himself in this way, and the boss seems to accept it.
"Really a friend? No, you must have other thoughts this time. I didn't see you bring someone to play in the pub before...” At last, Type didn't hear this sentence. Sister Jeed, like her name, said it quietly, tiptoeing to Tharn's ear. It looked like he's gossiping about something, and it must have something to do with him, because he saw that Tharn turned his head and looked at himself with a strange smile.
"I don't know, sister."
"OK, OK, I won't ask. I'll ask someone to take you to your seats later. You can drink whatever you like. Every time you are the main drummer, there will be girls who will send drinks to the stage. You will also have them spend well this time. It's very good.” Said the pub lady, with a smile and a coquettish voice,
"Sister Jeed invited us to have a drink ~" the smile was a brilliant one that Type had never seen before.
"Well, don't be coquettish here. You have such a good drink. I can't go broke if I treat you." As she said, she waved them to follow the waiter to a table far away from the stage. She said it would be noisy on the stage and inconvenient to talk.
When they all sit down, Type looked at the person in the opposite direction.
"Look what I'm doing. I told sister Jeed that we are ordinary friends." The opposite side may think he's still upset about what he said before. Type quickly took back his eyes.
"No, not because of that I think... You just didn't smile like you."
Type put forward his own question, because Tharn has been quiet and undisputed for so long. Even if he smiles like other quiet people, he has a light smile, but today he is more attractive to the boss's smile than ever.
Yes, he made the owner of the smile have a strange attraction.
"How do I smile every time?"
"Smile like your face is being poked." In Type's words, he replied with a smile. Tharn was stunned and unconsciously raised his hand to touch his face.
"That's for the job."
"What do you say?" This sentence is very interesting. Tharn smiled as shallow as usual, but his eyes were sincere, not as bright and attractive as before.
"Do you know what a fake smile is?" Type shook his head no slowly.
"You see, just like that, the people on the stage are also responsible for making the audience happy. Although I am not the lead singer, I still need to keep smiling, so there will be more people, more people, and the boss will continue to hire me, and will renew the contract or something. In addition to smiling to the guests, this is also a good way for the boss to decide whether to renew the contract. If the boss thinks that I don't have any value to attract the guests, he will hire me to waste money when he is full.” Tharn explained that Type also said,
"That's a fake smile."
Tharn was amused by the silly and persistent answer.
"Yes, that's a fake smile." Then Tharn said with a bright smile,
"Only this is a very sincere smile... And only for you. "
Ai’Hiaa
Type suddenly froze and looked up at the eloquent one. The bright smile even caught the light in the bottom of his eyes, which made the whole pub shine. The light and smile were not as meaningful as when he just used with the owner's wife. It felt as deep as the sea bottom, but brilliant as light, full of sincerity, this smile... It's much more beautiful than before, which made him feel better.
"What do you want?" The heart suddenly moved, but only to answer. Tharn sighed, "I'll treat you to whatever you want."
"Whatever."
"Ah, you are so casual and perfunctory to me, it will make me feel that you are not willing to be pulled by me."
"Oh, you know I don't want to." Type said in a heavy nasal voice, Tharn smiled softly, looked down at the menu in front of him, and said slowly.
"I want you to..."
Type looked up, but only saw Tharn's side face. He looked at the menu carefully and said
"I want you can come into my world."
Uh
When he said that, Type's heart moved again, but it was strange that he didn't make go his left ear in and right ear out this time. He felt strange because he knew that Tharn's words were full of sincerity, and all the person who were so articulate began to kowtow.
"We're just friends, so don't bother."
"Well, that's right, just friends." Tharn said, following his words, and the moment he raised his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
It was a calm and forbearing look.
Whatever he likes, my identity is just a friend. What else can I do?
As the light dimmed, the bar and restaurant seemed to have changed. The light in the whole store became dim and hazy, with an ambiguous atmosphere, which made people want to drink more. There are also many people waiting for seats around the bar. There are bands on the high stage to sing to create the atmosphere, so as to let the guests relax and release the life pressure.
At this time, there was only one person left at the table far away from the stage ~ Type.
He was sipping with a small sip of beer. His toes beat with the music, and he felt immersed and relaxed as never before.
He's not the kind of person who likes to come out and have fun, but it's not bad for him to come here once in a while. Besides... It's still free.
He thought so. He could not help laughing. He continued to look at the stage with a smile on his lips, but saw that Tharn was chatting with four or five members of the band. He had said that they are his friends, who had known each other for a long time, wanted to say hello.
In fact, it's almost 15 minutes since Tharn left, and Type doesn't mind, because he has food, drink and enjoyed the performance here, but his eyes can't help following the annoying boy.
Tharn seems to be relaxed now. He smiled more happily than he has ever seen before. On reflection, he gradually understands what Tharn said... Sometimes we still need some fake smiles to maintain social relations.
In addition, he began to admire Tharn. Although they were both about the same age, Tharn obviously knew more about people's hearts, how to deal with people, how to talk to elders, and how to earn money by himself. And he, the precious son of his family, was still asking for money from his family.
I am the same as ordinary people, but Ai’Tharn was more capable than ordinary people.
"Hey? Where's Tharn?”
"Ah, sister."
My mind was interrupted by the voice suddenly inserted in my back. I turned around and saw sister Jeed. She was smiling at me and came to sit in Tharn's position.
"Did sister Jeed want to look for him? He's over there.” Type gestured to him on stage.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just went around the pub. When I saw you sitting alone, I just came to say hello. Your name is Type, right? I think that's what Nong Tharn called you. "
"Yes." He still cared a little because she said she and Tharn were not just friends.
"My name is Jeed." She introduced herself, and Type nodded.
"I know. Tharn said that you are the owner of this pub."
"Hahaha, said the boss is more suitable for me." Jeed said with a smile, turning to look at the other table.
"I've known Nong Tharn for a few years, and I've taken him as my younger brother. It's a pity that his band broke up. His former guests were fascinated by him, though he couldn't stay till it too late." As she joked, she turned to the waiter and asked for a cup. She took the Type one and poured it in and handed it to him.
"Is he that good?"
"He is great." And sister Jeed said, with all her praise,
"My boyfriend also played music. At that time, Nong Tharn was asked to be in a band together. At that time, he was only a high school student. He often pulled him to play together, although he just came to play music with his seniors. You should have seen it once, and then you will know how powerful it is, or have you seen him playing before?”
"I haven't seen it."
"Then I'll find an opportunity to come back next time. I just don't know when they will ask Tharn to play together Alas, I don’t know when he will set up another band. To be honest, it's a pity that he hasn’t because he has the ability.” Sister Jeed said this and poured some beer for herself. It seems that she wanted to talk with him all the time.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry just now. He said you and Tharn are just friends. I thought you... Well, you know, he... "
"I know what he is..." Sister Jeed asked him tentatively. When she heard the answer, she smiled happily and gave him a thumbs up. Her voice was very pleasant,
"Well, well, I thought so at that time, because I never saw Nong Tharn bring his friends to the pub. There are only a few friends over there, who used to be in the band..." Thiwat calmed down for a moment, a friend of the band Does that mean that the ex-boyfriend Tharn told him before might be in there?
"I haven't seen him bring people for more than a year. You see, seeing him again taking you, so I thought you were his boyfriend. Nong Tharn has a good eye... So cool.” Sister Jeed joked and said that although Type didn't think how handsome he was, he still accepted it with a smile.
"Without sister praise, I'm not handsome. Ai’Tharn was a beautiful man."
"No, you are both very handsome and well matched."
Type frowned, drank all the beer in the cup, and thought it was strange He didn't seem to mind as much as before.
He hasn't brought anyone here for more than a year. Type didn’t know if it's true or not.
"What are you talking to my friend, sister Jeed?" At this time, Tharn, who was gossiping, came over with a smile. The smile in his eyes was even worse than before. The woman who had drunk half of the beer in her glass stood up with a smile and asked Tharn to sit down.
"We are talking about each other as friends." Sister Jeed said meaningfully that Tharn looked back at him calmly,
"Because he just wanted to be my friend."
Ai’Hiaa
"Ah, what did I hear? Are you pursuing others? Handsome boy, do you want me to help you?" Jeed laughed. Type's eyes twinkled and her voice was loud enough to penetrate the ceiling,
"Ai’Tharn!"
"Ooh, I think it's better not to disturb you here. I've invited you to drink this beer. Thank you for letting me hear interesting gossip." Sister Jeed said and left, but she dropped a huge bomb between two people. Tharn smiled again, obviously he was drunk.
"Originally, you said that we just want to be friends. We are just friends."
"You have been misunderstood."
"Which one?"
Ai’Tharn is more eloquent after drinking.
Type thought in his heart, seeing him smile and pour some beer into his cup, waved to him,
"Do you want to know what Sister Jeed whispered to me just when she came in?" Of course, I'd like to know that I don't really believe in the drunkard in front of me. Unable to resist curiosity, he still leaned to listen to what he would say.
"Sister Jeed asked us if it was really just a friendship, and..." Type was a little closer because it's not very clear. Until he felt the warm breath, mixed with the taste of alcohol, two pairs of eyes look at each other in this dim and ambiguous light, making Type feel it was all wrong. Whether it's Tharn's smile, eyes, or his low voice, the noisy music seems to be more and more far away, and Tharn suddenly smiles
"Sister Jeed asked me if I only treated you as a friend."
"Tweet"
!!!
When his soft lips were covered, Type sat there at a loss. It's just a kiss. It won't cause any loss. But the soft touch made his heart beat very hard.
This soft, sweet and soft touch
Tharn moved away a little bit, smiled at him, and came closer,
"You are indeed a friend... But I want to do this with you."
After that, Tharn came back and pasted his warm lips again, just no longer tasting them, but tossing and tasting his soft lips, so gentle, like kissing the petals. Time went by like this
For this kiss, Type's heart was still guilty. It's all alcohol fault, which made him sit still like this. He used to be very confident that he will just restrain things at sleeping together and had the chance to be an ordinary friend. Now, he has to ask himself again... He and Tharn, are they really just friends?
Tharn ~ Type
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