Together With Me (Thai Novel Fan Translation)

Chapter 6

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. Knock had only moved slightly in that time and it was already 10 am. I switched my position, folding my arms under my head and laughing at myself. I was acting like a high school kid experiencing his first love, gazing at my boyfriend all starry-eyed, without ever getting bored.

In fact, Knock was not even close to the definition of a boyfriend. We were 'close friends'. We've had sex twice now, but I know he won't let our relationship progress beyond where it already had. Because to Knock, that kind of thing wasn't a big deal.

Knock was just like a book; you wouldn't wanna stop reading after only the first chapter, right? I'd gotten sucked in and I wanted, no, I NEEDED to find out what happened next. When I finally realized how addicted I had become, it was already too late; now I had to continue reading non-stop, until the last line.

The problem was that Knock was a person. A man, not a book. There is no 'last page' and there were no answers to any of my questions.

I have never been able to tell what he was thinking.

It's kinda pathetic, but by some standards, I'm actually considered to be a great catch. I'm considered to be very good-looking, with a decent family background; it wouldn't be hard for me to find a partner, and I've got my fair share of admirers...

But instead, I had to compete with that girl Plern Pleng for a boyfriend...

Out of the blue, I had a very despicable idea. I knew Knock hadn't slept with her yet. As much as he looks like a playboy, he's not a slut. He doesn't date a girl just to sleep with her, nor does he jump at the first opportunity to do so.

He wouldn't do that, but who would he like better, truthfully, being the playful guy that he is?

I knew that he'd loved Bayh so much.

There was once, a while back, that we were drinking together at Club N, and he'd just sat there silently, drinking non-stop. We weren't as close back then, but he'd poured all his feelings out to me in his drunken stupor.

"I think Bayh is almost done with me", Knock mumbled sorrowfully into his glass.

"What makes you say that?" I asked him, not really sure how approach the situation.

"Cuz he's met the right one, the one that took his heart and made him serious. But that 'one' isn't me!"

"Why are you still hanging around him when you already know this?"

"I guess it's because I love him. You're not the first person to ask me that question. You know my good friend Kna, he said almost that exact same thing, too. Do you know that I actually asked Kna, 'Why would Bayh be so mean to me?' I have feelings and I'd be hurt too. And you know what he said?

"No." I didn't know how others comfort a heartbroken friend, but my way is crack open a new beer and pass 'em my pack of smokes.

That's what a broken heart needed. Neither hugs, nor tears were necessary. Men don't cry about this stuff. Just let them smoke your cigarettes, drink your beer, and let them vent while listening closely.

Except for Jan. Can you believe a tough guy like Jan had cried because his girlfriend had left him? Jan is a sensible guy. Knock and I are 'sensible guys' too, but we don't do the crying thing.

Knock just kept on drinking and smoking. I stayed at his side, drinking, smoking, and listening. His sorrow was reflected in his eyes. "Kna said I have feelings, but Bayh doesn't." His eyes had shown me all his pain, even though his face had looked expressionless. 

Knock had finally began to stir and wake up, so I had to put a pause on my memory playback. He picked up his vibrating cell phone while raking his fingers through his messy hair.