Scene: Present – Mek watches Pete sleeping
His breathing was soft. Calm.
The calm after a hundred storms.
Mek brushed a hair away from Pete's forehead.
> "How did we end up here… after all that hate?"
His heart whispered:
> "Or maybe… it was never hate."
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FLASHBACK — 12 Years Ago
Setting: Rich Neighborhood, Bangkok Suburbs
Two mansions. Side by side.
Two family empires.
The Chanon family.
The Jirawat family.
Pete Chanon and Mek Jirawat.
Same school. Same street.
Same everything — except they were taught to hate each other.
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Scene: Mek, age 10 – Biking in the neighborhood
He zoomed past Pete's house.
Stopped. Spat toward the gate like a brat.
> "Stupid rich show-offs."
From the balcony?
Pete. Book in hand. Eyes locked on him.
> "Nice spit. Want a medal?" Pete smirked.
Mek yelled back:
> "Wanna eat dirt, snob boy?"
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Scene: Pete, age 11 – Family dinner, fancy and tense
His father:
> "Don't even breathe in that Jirawat boy's direction. They're nothing but a plague."
Pete stabbed his food, pretending not to care.
But inside?
He remembered Mek's laugh. The way he rolled his eyes. The stupid bandage on his elbow from climbing trees barefoot.
> He was annoying.
Rude.
Too loud.
And yet…
> Pete dreamed of him. Every damn night.
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Scene: Mek's Backyard – Mek's birthday, no one came
Except…
A paper airplane.
Thrown from the other side of the wall.
It landed in his lap.
On it?
"Happy Birthday, Dirt Boy."
"From the Snob on the Balcony."
Mek smiled for a second.
Then ripped it.
But later that night?
He smoothed it out… and kept it in his drawer.
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Scene: Teen Years – Pete, 14, standing by the fence
Mek, sweaty from basketball, towel slung over his shoulder.
Pete pretended to be on his phone.
> "You still suck at layups," he said.
Mek scoffed.
> "You still suck at flirting."
Pete choked.
Mek laughed and walked away.
Pete stared at him like he was watching the sun set and rise at the same time.
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Scene: Present Day – Back in the Safehouse
Pete stirred in his sleep, mumbling.
> "Mek…"
Mek kissed his forehead softly.
> "I knew you back when we were warzones in sneakers and spitballs, didn't I?"
> "And still… I think I've always wanted you."