Pitbabe S2, Chapter 7 pg1
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 7 pg1
Chapter 7:
BABE:
“Babe, come eat.”
I heard Charlie’s voice faintly from the kitchen, but the game I was playing was at a critical moment—do or die. I couldn’t spare any attention elsewhere, even if that “elsewhere” was my beloved boyfriend.
“Babe.”
His voice came again, but it was fine. Charlie already knew how I got when I was gaming.
“Babe.”
That was the loudest Charlie’s voice ever got. At most, he’d walk from the kitchen and stop behind the sofa in the living room, where I was battling the screen with the joystick in my hands. I didn’t need to look to know the kid was probably wearing that resigned expression of his. But hold on, Charlie, your man’s about to win.
“At least answer me or something,” Charlie said flatly, plopping down on the empty spot next to me. “Or did you not hear?”
“Yeah, yeah, what’d you say, babe?” I replied, eyes still glued to the action RPG on the screen.
“Come eat.”
“Okay, okay, just a sec.”
“How many minutes?”
“Dunno, but it’s close.”
“I’ll leave it on the table then.”
“You’re not eating with me?”
“If you’re too slow, I won’t have time. I’ve got a meeting with my professor.”
“Why the rush? It’s just… ugh! Damn it! Freaking idiot!”
Trying to multitask cost me dearly—I lost, and it stung. Frustration surged, making me want to hurl the joystick, but my wiser instincts stopped me. If I did that, it wouldn’t just be the stuff that’d break; Charlie would get mad too for my lack of self-control. So, I just set it down gently on the sofa, slumping back against the cushions, too drained to keep living.
“Feeling sad about it?” Charlie asked in his usual calm tone, his face just as neutral. I figured he was probably a bit exasperated with me, just not saying it out loud.
“I’m too drained to keep living, Charlie. Phii Babe is so done.”
“Just because you lost a game?”
“What else is there to my life?” I lay staring at the ceiling, utterly defeated, though secretly proud of myself for turning world-ending tantrums into this hopeless vibe. Back in the day, I’d have just gone berserk, and of course, Charlie, the one who ruined my victory, would’ve caught some of the fallout.
“There’s still me, and the food I cook,” the young chef said, pinching my lips until they puckered like a baby chick’s before planting a firm kiss. “Punishment. You said a bad word.”
“Terrifying punishment,” I said, disbelief washing over me as my irritation vanished instantly. “It’s part of it,” I admitted honestly, “but I also want to be clingy.”
“Why?”
“Don’t want you to go to class.”
“As if that’s happening,” Charlie chuckled softly, thinking my words were nonsense—which, to be fair, they did sound undeniably absurd. I didn’t dare tell him that what I said was my most sincere desire. “It took forever to schedule with the professor. I have so much to discuss with him. If I don’t go soon, it’ll just get delayed.”
“Can’t you talk online?”
“Meeting in person is better. More convenient.”
“Why?” I knew I was prying pointlessly, but once I started, it was hard to stop. “It’s the same thing. Just sitting and talking.”
“But you’re here.”
“So what? I’m not gonna barge in and interrupt.”
“If that’s the case, whether I stay here or go to uni, isn’t it the same?”
“It’s not. We’re not together.”
Charlie froze. I’m not sure if I accidentally pulled a face or raised my voice, but I swear I didn’t mean to snap at him. It’s just that he didn’t seem to get it, so I wanted to make it clearer, hoping this dense guy would finally realize how much his presence nearby affects me.
“I just want you close. We don’t even have to talk,” I said, hugging him tighter, secretly hoping that seeing me like this would soften him up. “You’re always off doing stuff outside.”
“Yeah… it’s been busy lately,” Charlie said softly. I could tell he felt guilty, and the moment I sensed that from him, I felt guilty for making him feel bad when I’d promised to support everything he wanted to do.
“Are you lonely, Babe?”
“A little.”
“You want me to spend more time with you, don’t you?”
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