And It Started Like This

Jealousy

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And here's an update for you all loves.

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Gulf hadn't heard from Mew by Friday the following week. Even though they usually communicated more on the weekends, Gulf couldn't help but chuckle softly at himself as he scooped up his guitar case, recalling his talk with the brunette a week before about his seeming lack of knowledge of all things music related.

He opened the clasps, deciding to double-check that he had everything he needed for tonight's show and, if necessary, add some new picks. He gasped and stopped in shock as soon as he removed the lid. A coating of beautifully orange rose petals coated his instrument inside. Gulf gently lifted it up, fingering the surface's silky velvet fuzz as he searched for any form of message. The room was empty save for his tuner, his picks, and the beautiful floral aroma that was now filling it.

He didn't notice the sticky note on his windshield until he went out the door and into the car.

"Date Me."

~.~.~

From: Kanawut, G.

- You were right. My guitar is completely out of tune. Either it was you, or the flowers.

Sent: 4:36 PM

- It wasn't the flowers. It also wasn't because I dropped the case when I was putting it back in the closet because I stubbed my toe on your night stand.

- Wow. How did you not wake me?

- Magic.

After sending the last message, Mew took a breather and resumed typing with a mischievous grin on his face.

- Oh, and because you sleep like the dead and I am a God.

- You really should think more highly of yourself.

- I know. Creator of all things just doesn't seem enough to me either...

- You coming to the show tonight?

- Depends. Are you naked in this show of yours?

- Well, no.

- Hmm, not interested then.

- You sure? I could always get naked afterwards.

- I'll be there. But you can anticipate getting molested in a public place.

- I'll pack my pepper spray.

***

Turbo exclaimed, "Hey, Mew!" as he fiddled with his hair in the mirror in the corridor. "Do you have any idea what you're going to be wearing?"

With a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet from his shower, Suppasit walked out of his room. Waving a hand over his bare chest, "Turbo, dear..." he drawled. "I always know what I'm going to wear."

Turbo blushed slightly when he saw Mew's reflection in the mirror and turned to face him. "Um, Mew, would telling you that your sexiness makes me want to die a little make me want to die a little make me want to die"

The brunette started laughing. "No, but don't go into detail because I can't be held liable for what I do to a cute guy like you if he's giving me praises, and I don't want any more Thanayuts to hate me," he added with a sneer as he pulled a beer from the fridge, snatching it with a smirk.