Chao's POV

After dinner, I asked Plan if he wanted to hang out with me for a little bit more.

"Well, I don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow," he said, "so I guess I can stay out late and then sleep in for as long as I want."

"So, is that a yes?" I asked.

"Mmm," he said nodding vigorously.

"Are you okay to hang out with me in my apartment?" I asked, my heart racing nervously.

"I guess so," he said, "let me just text my mom to let her know where I'm going and who I'm with so that if you turned out to be a psycho killer, the authorities will know who to take in for questioning."

"Very smart kid," I said with a laugh. To be honest, I felt a bit hurt and offended that he could even entertain such an idea about me.

And then again, in fairness to him, he hasn't really known me that much yet.

I'm just a simple good-natured guy who happened to fall in love with him against my better judgment. I mean, was there ever a chance that he would feel the same way about me? I was a good six years older than him (A/N: I'm just assuming his age. I don't really know.) so there were more chances of him falling for a younger person than myself.

I am not even hoping that he would reciprocate my feelings for him. I just want to enjoy his company while I can.

"There, I've finished texting my mom," he said, putting his phone back in his pocket.

I did a good job of hiding my hurt feelings.

"Let's go then," I said, starting my car after making sure that he had fastened his seat belt securely.

"Wow, P'Chao!" Plan exclaimed, looking around after I let him into my apartment, "you have such a huge and luxurious apartment."

"It's the fruit of my labors," I said with a smile, motioning for him to sit on the couch while I went to the fridge to take out a couple of beers.

"But, P'Chao, a second bottle is gonna get me drunk," Plan protested when I tried to hand him a bottle.

"You're being over dramatic," I complained, "besides, remember I'm the one driving. I'm the one who's supposed to be careful not to get drunk."

"Fine," he said, accepting the bottle from me. I had already twisted the cap off so all he had to do was take a swig from it.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" I asked, and then before he could answer, I said, "wait, I want to watch your cuts from the Love By Chance series."

"Noooooo," he said, "no way."

"But I liked your acting so much in that series," I said, "tell you what, how about I give you my opinion of how you could have acted a particular scene in a different way."

"I mean, don't get me wrong," I continued, "your acting was superb. There was no way you could have done it better. What I'm just saying is we could explore other ways of doing the scene differently, you know what I'm saying?"

"I guess." he said tentatively.

I skipped all the other scenes that he did not appear in and even skipped the ones where he had interaction with Mean but without the kissing. I just went straight for the cut where Mean grabbed his collar and pulled Plan to him to give him the kiss.

"I thought you were gonna go through all my cuts," he protested.

"We will," I said, "but there's something more important that I would like to point out to you in this particular scene. I mean, your acting here was perfect, but in my opinion Mean could have done the scene in a better way."

"How?" Plan asked looking up at me with his eyes that could make me melt like ice cream in the sun. He had finished half of the bottle and his eyes didn't look too focused.

"Even if it was supposed to be an angry kiss," I said, "grabbing you by the collar still gave you the leeway to push him away and escape."

"But if he had fastened his hand on the side of your head just behind your ear like this," I did exactly what I was saying that Mean could have done, "then he could have tilted your face upwards to him like this, and then swooped down on your lips like this."