Third Person POV

When the third attempt of jambalaya was ready, Mean helped plan to transfer it into a large bowl and then Plan brought out the plates and utensils and set the dining table.

"Mmm...mmm...this tastes really good, even if I have to say so myself," said Mean, very satisfied with the dish that he helped Plan to cook.

"Yes, it is indeed delicious," Plan agreed although not looking too happy, knowing that it was Mean who had mostly cooked it. He had just helped to prepare the ingredients.

After lunch, Mean offered to wash the dishes but Plan said to leave them. He was going to place everything in the dishwasher later.

"Let's play some video games," Plan suggested.

Mean glanced at the wall clock. It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

He wondered if Plan's girlfriend would stop by this afternoon. He did not want to be a third wheel. However, he wanted to spend a little more time with Plan.

"Sure, why not," he said.

They moved towards the living room and Plan motioned to Mean to sit on the couch while he set up the video game.

They were having so much fun trying to outdo each other, totally oblivious of the time flying by. 

They were both taken by surprise when the living room door opened and Plan's sister Natalie walked in.

Mean stood up and bowed and greeted her with his hands pressed together while at the same time wondering how she got in without having to buzz at the gate. And then he realized what a dummy thought that was. Of course, as Plan's girlfriend she had been given a duplicate key to the gate and to the house.

When Natalie saw Mean, her face instantly showed recognition.

"You are the culprit that gave my brother his head wound!" she exclaimed.

Did Mean hear her right? Did she just say "my brother" to refer to P'Plan?

Mean looked at Plan questioningly.

"What?" asked Plan.

"Is she your sister?" Mean asked with confusion showing on his face.

"Oh, shit," said Plan, "yeah, I remember not introducing her to you at the hospital. Yes, of course, can't you see the similarity in our faces."

"No," said Mean, "you're ugly and she's pretty."

Natalie laughed, her face turning pink.

"Forget it, dude," said Plan, "you're not her type. She prefers older guys."

"That's not true, Plan," Natalie said.

"You heard her, bro," said Mean, smiling widely.

"Shut up," said Plan, "you have to get through me first before you can get near her."

Natalie laughed and excused herself as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom to change out of her uniform.

Mean followed her with his eyes. He got a smack on his head from Plan.

"Stop looking at her legs," said Plan.

"I wasn't!" Mean protested.

"Liar," said Plan with a reproachful tone in his voice.

Plan was starting to feel confused with himself.

Earlier when he and Mean had reached for the onions and garlic at the same time and his hand had landed on top of Mean's hand, he had felt a desire to hold on longer to Mean's hand which totally weirded him out. Was he getting attracted to Mean? Was that one night at the hospital when Mean had cared for his fever, staying for a longer time at the hospital to keep on dabbing his feverish forehead with the cold face towel until his fever subsided, had that been enough for Plan to start having some feelings for Mean?

That was ridiculous, he told himself.

And yet, why did he feel some anxiety at the thought that Mean might be attracted to his sister? Why was he feeling possessive over Mean's attention? 

This was totally ridiculous, he told himself again. Mean was straight, there was no doubt about that. He had an ex-girlfriend whom he was missing during that night that they all had a drinking session at Mean's house and that was what had prompted him to confess to Plan that he loved him---because in his drunken state he was seeing his ex-girlfriend's face in Plan.

Plan thought he had better limit the time he was spending with Mean. It was going to be a disaster if Mean discovered that Plan was developing some ridiculous feelings for him.

Before Mean left Plan's house, he asked Plan if he was going to feel well enough to attend the fan meeting with the rest of the Love By Chance cast the following day.

Plan said he wasn't sure.

"Text me if you're not able to go, okay?" said Mean before stepping out of the gate.

"Sure," said Plan. 

He was lying of course. He had no plans of texting Mean. He was going to lessen communications with Mean from now on.