Curse 

by mariasantara

Type glared at the phone in his hands.

“I am not feared enough” he mumbled to himself. “Why is this always happening to me?”

A beautiful evening, close to being dark, him and Tharn had set out to do groceries, maybe a stroll through of the nightmarket. The AC of the car was humming, the world slowly creeping by.

Tharn turned down the music and laughed.

“It is the one, who always talks and jumps around, right?”

Type nodded.

Closed his eyes. Channeled inner peace and all.

An emergency, Champ said. He did not know how to handle it, he said. Please, help me out …, in his whiny voice that grated just all of Types points.

Once more he took a deep breath and started the conversation

“Hey, Nong Can! Champ said you needed…” he started but was stopped by a loud yell. It rang in his ear.

“P’TYPE! Are you even a friend of mine?!”, the high voice shouted through his speakers. “You did not tell me either that Tin was hot. No, just like all the others, you just let me walk around like a dump idiot and now I feel so stupid, it’s all your fault.”

Ah, no wonder Champ gave this one to him. Type rolled his eyes.

“Who again is this Tin, Nong?” he feigned ignorance. As if anyone who did have the unfortune to know Can, did not know about Tin.

“Oi!” retorted Can, “He is the most perfect human being in ever! Do you know his dick just fits perfectly to his body? That when he smiles, it makes you wanna jump him, that very moment? His arms and his shoulders, … they are just perfect. Like in the textbooks. And why does he have such long, perfect legs? It’s so unfair!”

“I see.” He did not. Obviously, he did, but also how was that new. Champ owed him big for this.

(Tharn was stiffening a laugh right next to him, the traitor.)

Type sighed. “You have known him for a while now, why are you…”

A cacophony of words, rushed over him. Tharn no longer hold back his laugh.

“I have known, him since first year, first he was a complete yerk, and was always looking down on Ae, because Ae liked Pete, and I told him often to stop, because he was being a jerk. And then it got sad, and I learned of his jerk brother, such an asshole, really, and I couldn’t let him handle that alone, because I did not like it when he got sad, and so I helped him, and told his stupid ass brother off and went to his father, because he was kinda a jerk too,…“ Finally he breathed, leaving an opening for Type.

“Are we talking about the rich kid? The one who followed Pete around, at the start of my last semester?” Type teased his Nong, still trying to collect his thoughts.

“Yes, Tin Medthanan!” (Tharn randomly chocked next to him) “I do not know any other Tin. Honestly P’Type, keep up. Why would I keep talking about a random Tin and not my boyfriend, you do not make any sense at all!”

“My mistake, Nong. Sorry. I had a long workday and my brain is really foggy. How long have the two been together now, I forgot.”

“It’s ok, I get tired too.” Can sighed and his energy finally deflated. “Not long. One and a half years. I swear my mother likes him better than me. It’s so unfair. And I can’t really blame her. He is perfect you know. Buys me all the food I want, and he brings my mom and stupid sister all kind of gifts. He is ridiculous.”

Type nodded.

 “And now he is not just caring, and generous and lovely, but hot too?”, he said. Did he not know this certain problem aswell.  He did not look to Tharn. He would not give him the satisfaction.

“Exactly!!! You understand it!!”  He heard Can shouting to Champ, that at least P’Type was not completely dense.

“That’s quite the dilemma.” One that Type had to learn to navigate himself.

There was a small sob on the other side.

“Yes. A dilemma. One can say that. I am so screwed. I do not know what to do?”

“It’s a pickle. I tell you what. I need to bring the groceries to the fridge and do some stuff. Go take a shower, dress up, and I will call you again in an hour, ok? By then, I will have a solution for you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes.”

Can hung up, without even saying goodbye.

Type sighed. He just was too good a person. It was a curse.