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 to our director. I approach, and they both look at me.
— Will, was guiding Nate through the scene, sitting next to him so we can go over some details!
— Of course… — I do what he asks of me. I look to the side, and Nate stares at me with some discomfort, will he claim he was drunk, like in the dream? Oh Will, stop that shit! I'm going to end up deconcentrating and messing up.
— So you stop him from leaving, hold his hand and say they need to talk, and he says he has nothing else to say...
— He sits back on the bed, and I say that I'm going to start dating a girl and that we don't have to fake it, because everyone on campus has convinced themselves that I'm irresistible, and...
— That's right! the director exclaims.
— I get desperate, and I say my text about the pain Thirasak feels about being dumped for a girl, and he tries to say something else, and I have to kiss him…" Nate complements, I stare at him and swallow hard.
— That's right. Now we need to go over the lines, and then we start recording. Another thing, you know that if it doesn't work out the first time, we'll do it again, and Will, you don't have to kiss him, it's just Thirasak that catches Wanchai off guard, and touches his lips, that's all. — only that because you weren't the one who had an almost erotic dream about the guy in front of you, and you still have to feel his lips and stay still. This is not going to work!
All the scenes that precede the kiss were done only once, were we very focused, or is it the desire to kiss? Stop thinking nonsense... And now, let's redo the last part before the kiss, because Nate came to kiss me without saying his text, maybe it's not silly on my part. We sit on the bed, Nate is bent over as if he wants to pass out, after all Thirasak is a little drunk.
— Action — the director authorizes.
I give Nate a confused look and start talking.
— I'll take Surya seriously... Did you hear what I said? I said I'll take her seriously! I say, and watch Nate's, or rather Thirasak's, look a mixture of sadness and anger.
— Will you hit on her? And what am I to you? Just a toy?
— What? What got into you?
— Should I pretend I'm heartbroken in front of the university? Should I cry?
— Hey, what do you have, Thirasak? I just want to have a girlfriend, because you're… — and at that moment Wanchai can't complete his sentence, he's surprised by Thirasak's mouth that touches him with great despair.
He walks away from me.
— I like you, stay with me! — this text is accompanied by an intense look, full of love to give. My heart beats so fast, I'm stunned.
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
WillMy car was in the parking lot of the Mall which is right in front of Ratchada Rot Fai. So before we went in, I asked him if he wanted to drive, but he just shook his head no. Ever since I teased him about him doing me good, which is still true, Nate hasn't said anything else, and it's been bothering me.— Nate, what's the problem? Did I say something that hurt you? I say and stare at him before starting the car.— It is not alright!— It's not okay, you're quieter than when we first met... I need to know what happened! — although I have a slight suspicion.—
WillMy heart beats desperately when I feel his lips lightly touch mine. I intensify our kiss, my lips suck his, I feel his tongue invading my mouth. Tasting his lips one more time is the best feeling in the world, the way he tastes mine is even better. His arms wrap around my neck, I wrap my fingers through his hair, and his tongue plays inside my mouth. Something inevitable happens, I hear a slight groan from him. That drives me crazy.My mouth kisses yours lightly, and it trails a path down your neck and with each kiss I give your hands pull my hair, and before I continue, and it gets any more intense, I hear a squeaky sound of a guitar solo. Nate places both hands on my chest to stop us. He leans back into the passenger seat, and pulls something out of his pocket, stares at his cell phone, and answers it a little breathlessly.