[luvable]

thanks for the cute update ....cant wait to read more....

[Sindy]

Woo hoo.. I like how Aum just ripped the covers off of Oil. I can really picture that. LOL Can't wait for the next update!

[aumoilfan]

i love the fanfic! Oil and AUm is really great and funny!

[tEaRdRoP]

Part 7:

The next day, Aum got out of bed a little late, and took a long hot bath. It felt good to get some extra sleep. She threw on some comfortable clothes and took her coffee outside to the balcony. It was a nice day not as cold like the other days. She took a couple of sips. It felt so good going down.

Before long she was done. She rinsed out her cup and looked thru her fridge. She had been out most of the time that she didn’t have time to fill it up. She grabbed a piece of paper and began jotting down things to pick up at the market.

Since her apartment was only a couple of block away from China Town, she decided to walk there instead of driving. She grabbed her little shopping trolley and began walking.

When she got there, to her surprise the area was not quite as busy. That was good on her part. She hated shopping with people traffic. She started with the fruit and vegetable stand in front of the store. But before she could pick out anything, someone at the end of the block caught her eye.

“What the heck? It can’t possibly be him.” She stated and began walking toward the group. And sure enough when she got there, it was him.

“Patch!” he said glad to see her, which was out of the ordinary.

“It’s Patcharapa,” she grunted. She hated him shortening her name. “What’s going on?” she reluctantly asked.

“I don’t know, really. I was in here just browsing around when he,” Oil pointed at the young guy, “pulled me out of the store for no reason. I tried to ask him what it’s all about. But the more I tried to talk to them, the worse things got.”

“I’m sorry, would you please tell me what’s going on? My friend here, his English is not so great,” Aum asked the young guy.

“Well, one of our customers said he touched her butt,” the guy explained.

“Huh?” Aum almost choked.

“What? What he say?” Oil asked not liking her tone.

“He said you were going around touching people’s butts.” Aum stated.

“What?” Oil exclaimed. “Are you serious? Why would I do that?”

“You tell me,” Aum demanded.

“This is crazy.” Oil shrieked. “Tell me who said I touched their butts? Which one? Is it her, her, or her?” He began pointing around.

“Stop it!” Aum pulled his hand down. “You look like a lunatic.” Then she flashed a smile at the young guy. “Did the victim give a description of the guy?” she asked him politely.

“No, she just told me what aisle he was in. And he was the only one there,” the guy said. “So, I figured…he’s the one.”

“So you really don’t have evidence,” Aum retorted. “Is the victim still here?”

“She left already,” he said.

“So you can’t really prove that my friend did it,” Aum pointed out.

“True, but the owner wanted him out the store. But he refused.” The guy explained.

“He wasn’t resisting. He just wanted to know what was going on. It was all just a misunderstanding.” She explained.

“Still, the owner would like him to leave,” the guy said.

“I understand.” Aum nodded. “And I’m sorry for my friend.”

Oil gave her a frowned. He understood the word sorry. What was she apologizing for? It was not his fault. “No, no” he said, shaking his head. “No Sorry. You sorry, I no sorry.”

“Shut up,” Aum snapped at him.

“But it wasn’t me,” Oil protested.

“But it needs to end. Let it go,” Aum said thru her teeth. Then she turned to the guy. “We’ll leave now. Again, sorry, my friend’s not all there.” She grabbed Oil’s arm and dragged him away.

“What are you trying to do, get yourself arrested?” she scolded as she pulled him across the street.

“Me arrested? Please,” Oil replied like a superstar.

Aum stopped walking and looked him in the eye. “Did you forget that this is not your place? People here don’t know you. So just make it easy on everyone and just go back to the hotel.”

“No way!” he remarked. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get out here?”

Aum shook her head at his stubbornness. She had just helped him out and not a thank you was heard. Now he was acting like a child. “You know what, do whatever you want. I’m off today and I don’t have to deal with you.” She turned around and started to walk off.

Oil didn’t respond. Instead he stood watching her walk away. His eyes roamed the place. She was right. It was not his place. He didn’t know where to go or even if he wanted to, he didn’t know how to get back to the hotel. So he did what anyone in his position would do; he followed her.

He followed her from a distance to every store. But Aum knew he was on her tail. Finally she turned around and walked to him. He acted like he was interested in the toy in front of him.

“Look,” Aum said. “Quit following me around.”

“Who’s following?” he replied innocently. Aum narrowed her eyes at him. He let out a small chuckle. “Well, I don’t know my way around here.” He admitted.

She let out a breath of air and handed him the trolley. “Here.”

He frowned at it. “What’s this for?”

“Well, the way I figure it, if you’re going to follow me around you might as well make yourself useful.” She said.

“You want me to haul this around after you?” Oil muttered.

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“I’m not your servant.” He snorted. She gave him another look and waited awhile. He slowly let out a breath of air. “Fine,” he said. “But only because I’m a gentleman and it wouldn’t look good on my part to let people see me not help you.”

“Whatever,” she replied rolling her eyes and turned to leave.

He pick up his hand and made a fist like he was about to hit her on the head. But when she turned around and he quickly put down his hand, flashing a sleazy smile.

“Are you coming or what?” she asked. He nodded quickly. “Well, get a move on it!” she demanded and continue on.

“Get a move on it,” he mocked her in a small voice.

She turned around again, threatening him with her eyes. He let out a small laugh, shrugged, and hurried after her.

[pam]

Loved the part when his bad english of "no sorry, you sorry, I no sorry" comment soo short, but thanks for updating!!!

[aumoilfan]

LOve it! I hope you can update asap. can't wait to see what happens next....

[Sindy]

LOL... Oil is such a goofball. I like the part when he was pointing around asking whose butt he touched. Great update Teardrop.

[shampoo]

I need to get an update on this. lol It seems funny.

[tEaRdRoP]

Part 8:

At Savannah Brazilian Restaurant:

Lift took a quick sip of his wine and smiled. “So what is it that you wanted to discuss with me?” he asked.

“Well,” Luktarn said and wiped her lips slowly. She didn’t know how he was going to take it. After the breakup, he and Oil had many public confrontations. “I got offered the lead in a lakorn.” She uttered.

“Really, that’s great!” he smiled. She gave him a flat smile. He noticed the look on her face. “What is it?” he asked.

“Well, it’s with channel 7.” She said slowly. He nodded for her to continue. “It’s a romance type. And,” she paused, “rumor has it that P’Oil will play the lead next to me.”

Luktarn could see his jaw clench at the mention of Oil’s name.

“Really?” he asked in a straight tone. But she could sense he wasn’t too pleased about it.

“I don’t have to accept the role if…” Luktarn began.

“Oh no, don’t do that,” he cut her off. “Work is work. You shouldn’t have to put your job off over my account.”

“But,” Luktarn started.

“No buts,” he interrupted again. “Just because we have some misunderstanding doesn’t mean that I should stand in your way of your career.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

He nodded. “I trust you. Beside, it could just be a rumor. You know how the business is.”

“Yeah,” she added. “By then, anything could happen.”
* * *
Aum tossed her keys on the counter when she got inside her apartment. She turned to look at Oil as she took off her coat. “You can put the grocery over there,” she pointed toward the kitchen. To her surprise he didn’t argue. He simply nodded and rolled the cart over.

“You live alone?” he asked as he stacked some of the stuff on the kitchen table.

“I have a roommate,” she replied as she went to help.

“A boyfriend?” he remarked.

Aum stopped as she had the fridge door opened and turned to look at him. “No, does it look like I have a guy living here?”

Oil’s eyes roamed around the area slowly. The place was neat and in place, no sign of any manly stuff around. But being a big pain he is he just shrugged at her.

She rolled her eyes and continued to put the grocery in the fridge. “I live with my best friend. She’s visiting her family right now.”

“Really? Where?” he asked casually.

“You wouldn’t know it if I told you,” Aum replied.

“Hey just because I don’t speak the language doesn’t mean I don’t know my whereabouts,” he said crossing her arms over his chest. “You’ll be surprise how much I know.”

“Sooooooo the Drama King,” Aum muttered under her breath in English.

“What was that?” he wrinkled his eyebrow at her.

Aum shook her head. “She’s in Dallas, Texas.”

As she had expected he stood there clueless for awhile. Then suddenly he snapped his fingers. “Oh, Dah-lut!”

Aum let out a little snicker. “Yeah, Dah-lut.” He shot her a glare. He knew she was making fun of his English. “Come on, let’s get this done. I’m getting hungry.” She changed the topic.

Oil rubbed his stomach. “Yeah, me too. Where are we going?”

“Who said we were going anywhere?” Aum responded.

Oil looked at her with a frown. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cook.”

Aum nodded. “Why, you have a problem with that?”

He put up his hands. “No, it’s just that you don’t look like the type. I mean you’re all skinny and stuff.”

“What, you have a problem with skinny people?” she put her hands on her hip.

“No,” he was quick to answer, “just that you don’t look like the type.”

“Why you think only fat people can cook?” Aum continued.

Oil wiped face with his hand. This was going no where. “No…never mind…Forget I said anything. What are you cooking then?”

Aum crocked an eyebrow at him. “Mee MaMa (Noodles).”

“HUH?” his mouth dropped opened. “Mee MaMa?” She nodded proudly. “But you said,” he began to say but she cut him off.

“I don’t feel like cooking anymore,” she reached over and grabbed the noodles from the cupboard. “Do you have a problem with that?” she said turning to face him with the package in her hand.

He opened his mouth to respond but caught himself and closed it. He rather be safe than be sorry. He didn’t want to know what she would give him if he did. He gasped, shook his head slowly and took the package from her.

Aum grin a smile of victory as she handed the package to him.

* * *
-Beep-beep-beep- Lift’s cell phone rang. “What’s up,” he answered.

“Hey where are you at?” the voice asked.

“I just dropped off Luktarn, why?” Lift replied as he made a left turn.

“Me and the guys are at the Pub. Why don’t you come by man?”

Lift glanced at the time. It was only 9. The night was still young.

“So what is it?” his friend continued to urge. “Ever since you and Luktarn hooked up, you haven’t had any time to hang with the guys. I mean what happened to the Lift we all use to know. You know the one with all the game plan.”

“I don’t know,” Lift replied slowly.

“Awe, come on, just one night. What is that going to do to your relationship?” his friend added. “Beside what she don’t know what hurt her, right?”

“Fine, where are you guys at?” Lift finally gave in to his old pals.

“At Scarlet Pub,” his friend said. “It’s a new joint and it’s banging man!”

“Alright tell me the way to get there,” Lift said and followed the directions his friend gave to the new Pub.

[pam]

"Dah'lut!" This is getting good Teardrop!! Gosh I miss these two

[Sindy]

Way to go for Aum. I like mee Mama, too!! LOL

[shampoo]

ooohh Lift is the bad guy

[tEaRdRoP]

Well I dunno if I would say he's the bad guy yet cuz I don't really know how I'm going to end the situation with him and Luktarn hehehe...I only have the plot for Oil and Aum for now. Dunno if that makes sense LOLs

Oh....in case anyone is wondering this fanfic will have a happy ending...I think hahaha then I'm back to my sad endings again...

This post has been edited by tEaRdRoP: 26 February 2008 - 03:27 PM

[shampoo]

you just love sad ending.

make it a good happy ending.

[tEaRdRoP]

Yeah...I do love sad ending eheeheh...I just think it has more meaning. It gives pple something to think about.