What happens in the series, stays in the series?

Will

What I find when I look at him is nothing but sweetness. I watch her mouth closely and an uncontrollable urge to taste her takes over me. His lips look very kissable to my eyes, extremely inviting. Will, you need to control this insane desire, you are not Wanchai, and he is not Thirasak. I can't, it's stronger than me, I approach him a little, shortening the small distance between us even more, he continues to stare at me as if he's been waiting for me. I bring my face closer to his, and before I take any action, my phone rings.

I reach into my pocket for it, and Nate quickly unbuckles the belt. I look at the viewer, “my father”. Before I say a word, he steps forward.

— Will, thanks for the ride! We'll see you tomorrow...

— OK, bye!

[...]

Trying to quiet my mind after something upsetting is almost futile no matter how hard I try, the image of his face next to mine, and those damn lips comes to my mind, and I don't know what to think. I remember that I was in a similar situation, but this time, I don't know, there's something different. I'm looking for something to do on my cell phone, maybe the music will help, since my mind doesn't want to stop, watch, or read something is out of the question. I put the App on random.

Probably because of the time we've known each other,

Or maybe because of the emotions that rack my mind...

NO, NO, NO! The music isn't helping either, it seems like a big plot. I get up, walk to the porch door next to my bed, open it and step outside. I lean over and stare into the darkness of the night. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and try to clear my mind, but I hear someone knocking on my door. As soon as I open the door, Lyn bursts into my room as if it were her own. Lie on my bed, stare at me with that usual, investigative look.

— So how's Thirachai's relationship going? I shake my head in denial, and stick my tongue out at her, who smiles shamelessly. — It's no use making that face, it's been a while since we talked, and I'm here for that!

— You're wasting your time, I'm tired, I want to sleep!

— It doesn't matter, I'll stay here anyway! Do you know I've been reading the novel?

— What novel?

— Don't be an idiot! You know very well that I'm talking about Fake D8!

— Okay, so what?

— I've never been interested in this type of content, but as you are working in the series that is an adaptation of the novel, I decided to read it.

— And what did you think?

— I think your character lives in an eternal state of denial.

— As well?

— It was very clear to me that he had a crush on Thirasak since their first meeting, and that thing about pretending they were boyfriends so everyone at the university would believe he was an irresistible guy, and every being that breathes, is crushing on him. , was whatever excuse Wanchai came up with to flirt with Thirasak, don't you think?

— I had that impression too!

— AThroughout the story, the time they spend together, Wanchai keeps trying to hide what he feels, and fails miserably with that, because he's more and more in love!

— I thought the same too, and maybe he does because it's hard to get out of that state and accept that your heart beats faster for a guy!

— It is true. You know, reading the novel, I remembered you! — that was all that was needed, for her to compare me to Wanchai.

— Why?

— You were interested in a boy when you were in your last year of school, and he seemed to feel the same way about you, too, and...

— Here you come with this story...

— Stop being silly... At that moment you were in denial, and you stopped living something that could be in the good memories of your memory. The boy transferred from school when he found out you were dating that girl... Something so useless, Will!

— I liked her!

— No, you didn't like her! It served as a crutch for you to lean on, because just like your character, you were in denial, but Wanchai was able to accept that he liked Thirasak. But and you?

— Me what?

— How long will you live in denial?

[...]