Metanoia

Chapter 11: Cus I'm Feelin' Good

I've this silver paper airplane necklace I used to love. I don't know where it's gone. That's it. That's all I want to say lol. 

I fell asleep most of yesterday recuperating so I'm up early today. Good morning (day/evening/night) to all and enjoy reading! 

Unbeta-ed so I bear the responsibility of all them grammar mistakes in this story. I'll fix em soon.

Baby, how you feelin?

Feelin' good as hell

Lizzo

CHAPTER 11

"Did something happen, na luk?"

"Hmm?"

Mew felt soft hands trying to tame his hair. It was getting too long and to the point that it was crossing over to dishevelled instead of artfully messy. He had been meaning to get a haircut – his roots were showing. Maybe it was time for a new hairstyle. Bosser had mentioned some auditions that he could go. There weren't much he could do these days, and not a lot of acting offers, so anything would be good. He'd like to start fresh, maybe something small. There was an audition he'd be going to the week after so he was feeling a tad bit excited. But since he didn't really know what role he'd be auditioning for, it was best to review the information Bosser sent him. There were times when Mew was really aware of how short-lived a career in the BL industry sometimes – it might be easy to get into but he could be out of it just as easily. Should he venture into the hetero industry – just to expand his horizon? Maybe so. But maybe this wasn't the time. It was a thought for another time.

He was happy where he was at now. So he smiled.

"Nothing, mae."

-M-

The sound of quick feet shuffling and squeaking across the floor echoed around the hall as players were running around, accompanied by curt bursts of unintelligible hollers here and there. A few times the sharp sound of a whistle rang indicating a change in game, and scattered cheers could be heard here and there.

A few more rounds and the whistle rang for a few seconds longer – the volleyball game had come to an end.

Gulf panted; feeling satisfied despite the sore muscles he was feeling. His hands were a bit ache-y since some of his serves were slightly off, but they were strong nonetheless. He dragged his feet to where the rest of the players were mingling about exchanging inane and happy chatters. The 19-year-old saw Klara coming down the stands, in her casual after-swimming clothes, and approached Jan König. Mack was trailing after the other and gave Wai to Klara's brother as she handed him a bottle of water. It was another friendly set-up between Humanities and Engineering. And the victor for this round went to the former.

Gulf felt a pat on his shoulder and saw his fellow Moon, Karan Sakulsong, grinning at him. The taller man was definitely happy with their win.

"Great game na, meung."

Gulf nodded, returning the smile as he was still caught in the high-running adrenaline. Karan rarely joined for sports other than football, dubbed as the university's football star. But on the rare occasion, he did take part. His overall athleticism was amazing that compared to Gulf, the other man looked barely winded. With one parting friendly pat to his shoulder, Karan jogged to their mutual friend, Humanities' Sun: the actress Aokbab Chutimon.