I argued with my sister over her insistence that I'm in denial. I spent the night thinking about what he said, and I came to the conclusion that I was an idiot in the past, and out of fear I didn't experience that "possible relationship" during the end of high school. But and now? How do I feel about my co-star? Is it just enthusiasm? Is it the closeness that makes me think of Nate differently?
I don't know what I feel for him, but I know that being by his side makes me very happy. Every time I make him smile, it makes me feel light. Hearing his voice telling funny situations from his life while having dinner is perfect. I observe every detail of her face that makes me enchanted, her eyes are an intense brown, and they look at me with an expression of happiness. He smiles when he hears me say any nonsense, and it infects me, sometimes I think I have this power under him. However, there's one thing about Nate that I notice quite often, something that's been my favorite part of his body so far, his mouth. I lean across the table, face him, and watch his damn mouth some more.
— Nate, what's that in the corner of your mouth? — I ask, and he looks at me in surprise.
— Oh you say here? — He points to a small scar at the corner of his mouth. I shake my head in a positive sign. — That was a bicycle fall!
— Bleed a lot?
— A little, but my mom was more desperate than I was… — he says and smiles.
Seeing him smile motivates me to do the same. He's stronger than me, I don't care about anything, I just approach the chair, touch the corner of his mouth, he looks at me scared and turns his gaze to another direction, I feel he's nervous, I withdraw my hand.
— You didn't get any points? — I ask in order to ease the discomfort. He just shakes his head in the negative, not looking at me.
— So, can we start proofreading the text, or organizing the appointments, since the restaurant doesn't have a lot of people? he asks without looking at me.
I shake my head in the affirmative, I get even closer to him, and we start to mark the lines of each scene, we would have many to record in the next few days, referring to the fifth episode. After a while of reviewing scenes, doing some reading and sharing ideas, Nate is still at a loss about their order, he's a little messy with the text workbook.
— Just to situate myself here. Have we reviewed the first scene, the one in the video?
— Yes, and the football scenes, the bar, at Wanchai's house...
— At Wanchai's house, which one?
— The one that Thirasak will declare, and one of Wanchai's friends gets in the way!
— What would Wanchai's reaction be if Thirasak really did declare himself? — I ask in order to hear what Nate thinks about it.
— He would freak out and deny he feels anything!
— If that happened to you?
-— Like this?
— If you were Wanchai, and I were Thirasak, and you declared me…
— What? — he asks and his gaze looks scared, and he quickly flips through the text notebook and speaks again. — Look, it's... Are there any more scenes I need to review, and...
— Thirasak's jealous scene when he meets Wanchai with a girl, and the… Do… — I can't speak.
— From the kiss?
— IT'S. — at speaking the word “kiss”, something that was almost unconscious in my mind, was activated. That uncontrollable desire for his mouth. I think I'd better get those thoughts out of my head.
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I don't think I can deny anymore that Nate awakens something in me, and my sister is right when she says I'm in denial. This has made me uncomfortable. I think when we spend a lot of time believing that something is wrong, it takes us longer to accept it. If I accept the fact that I feel something for him, even if it's an uncontrollable desire, what should I do? Even if I accept the idea that I'm attracted to a guy, where will that take me? I don't know what Nate feels, what if he doesn't feel anything?
My mind is spinning in circles, I'm so confused. A solitary tear insists on appearing, I wipe the corner of my eye. Stop it, Will, boys don't cry for other boys! Trying to convince myself is worse, I sit on my bed, I need something to keep my mind busy, otherwise I'm going to freak out. A muffled sound snaps me out of my little grief. I look to the side and my phone is vibrating. The name on the display catches my eye. "Nate".
Oh, are you serious? What does he want?
— Hi
— Will, sorry if I woke you up!
— It didn't wake me up. But what do you want?
— I'm not sleepy, and I decided to call you to pass the time, I don't know... I like to hear you talk, you make me feel good! — damn it! Why does he tell me something like that? My heart beats a thousand an hour.
— Ah, that's good! That's good to hear, because before I thought you hated me!
— What madness is this? I? Hate you? Something like that is impossible...
— You weren't very nice when we first met, Nate!
— I know, this is my defense, I tend to be like this with... With... With... — What the hell, why is he stuttering?
— With what?
— People who intimidate me!
— Which is? As well?
— Ah... Yeah... I felt intimidated by you. After all, you are the heir to an empire, and...
— Just because of that? What did you think?
— No big deal,I was just scared... I don't know, I felt weird, and you're always so attentive to me, and so... So... — what is he talking about? What's with him? He's not like that, he seems to be scared.
— So what?
— So beautiful! My heart beats even faster when I hear this.
— Do you think I'm handsome?
— Of course, everyone thinks you're cute.
— I don't want to know what everyone thinks, I want to know what you think!
— I already said, I think you're beautiful, and after I dreamed about you, I… — it's not possible! Did I hear that?
— What? Did you dream about me?
Will— What? Did you dream about me?— Did I say that? It's not me...— You did, but… — Before I finish my sentence, his phone goes dead, and that unbearable sound echoes in my ear. There's no way Nate could have hung up the phone in my face!I really can't believe he did that. Tried calling back but the phone seems to be off, won't ring. If I was already shaken, I was even more so after his confessions. What does he want? Drive me crazy or something? He said he dreamed of me, and maybe he was embarrassed by what he said, or by the dream?
Will“Mom, I...”My breath quickens, I open my eyes and realize that it was all a dream. I sit up in bed, my breathing still rapid. I take a deep breath and try to calm down. A feeling of frustration washes over me. It's not possible that this was all a dream, it was so real! My fingers touch my lips, I close my eyes and the whole scene plays out in my mind. If I keep having dreams like that, I'll go crazy.I leave the dressing room straight to the recording set. I walk there with great anxiety, we will record the kiss scene, and the kisses we exchanged in this last dream don't leave my head. I arrive on set, and the scene takes place in Wanchai's room, and Nate is sitting on the bed talking
WillThe kiss scene was re-shot four more times, P'Tan looked dissatisfied and wanted multiple angles of the kiss, Nate didn't complain, and I didn't. But the seemingly desperate, wild way it took my mouth ended up leaving marks, my bottom lip bruised and a little swollen. Despite that, I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed the feel of his mouth touching mine, I maintained enormous self-control. Congratulations, Will!I left the set, looking for some ice so it wouldn't swell even more. I walk down the long hallway until I reach the dressing room door. In the corner there is a fridge, I open it and there is no ice, I ask the makeup artists where there is ice, and one of them tells me I should look for the cafeteria, or the production room. I leave the dressing room, and I almost bump into the person who wanted to devour my mouth.
WillThe feeling of emptiness still settled inside me, Nate's words echoing in my mind. "I'm straight, I'm straight!", "I was always sure of that, but now... No, it's wrong!", and it makes me think about so many things, everything I believed before, his speech is the same as mine, it was... I don't believe it anymore. I remember my older sister, Sunee, who once told me how hard it was to accept that she liked girls, how wrong she thought she was, and how liberating it was for her when she was finally able to experience her love.I can't lie, I've lied before when I was interested in a boy in the past, I'm not that 17 year old anymore, four years have passed, I feel a slight reg
WillThe argument with my parents made me more vulnerable. My night was terrible, their words hurt me, I thought about so many things, about my sister Sunee, about my acting career, about the series, about my character, and especially about Nate. I walk slowly, I feel like I'm dragging myself to the dressing room, I think I should have stayed home.— Good morning, girls! I say, the girls smile, and they all answer me, I sit down while one of them takes care of my skin. She looks at me, stops, and speaks.— What 's? You're always smiling, you look downcast!— It's nothing, I'm just a little tired! — As I say this, someone enters the dressing room, greets people, and I
WillAnd I couldn't finda safe havenTell me would you let me cryOn your shoulder?I'm only twenty years old, and all this time I was led to believe that many things were wrong, and I never questioned myself, after all my parents were my guides, and as a good son who obeys everything without question, I always did what they wanted . All this until I understood that something important to me, like acting classes, was something unimportant, and would not bring anything relevant to my life, according to them.I continued with drama classes, and this was the first time I disobeyed, however I let myself be influenced by the
Will— So I just need to get my camera... Will you wait for me? I shake my head in a positive sign.It doesn't take long for him to return bringing his camera, something I've discovered recently, he loves to photograph, usually very random things. I look at him, he smiles, and puts the object in the backseat, looks at me and we continue our journey into the unknown, at least for me.— What do you intend? Can you tell me where we're going?— You're very impatient, but that's okay! Tell me something, what do you know about Bangkok?— Some temples,
WillIt's so obvious how uncomfortable he is, and the only thing I want to do is tease him even more.— What's the problem? Do you seem uncomfortable with what I said? I ask innocently.— Uncomfortable with what? He responds a little harshly, and doesn't look at me.— Because I said that you think I'm beautiful. I say, smile and he finally looks at me.— And what... What's the problem with finding you beautiful? I don't see any problem with that!— I also