'Tin!' Can roared under his sheets, his one hand supporting his back as he struggled to remove the covers.

Tin's ears gave a jerk of alertness and he left the shower hurriedly wrapping a towel around his waist anyhow. He hurried against the walls of the bathroom and the slippery floors trying not to fall, though his towel was about to fall anytime soon.

'Yeah?' roared Tin, his voice shaking, water dripping down his body. His right hand trying to keep up with the wet towel wrapped around his waist. 'What happened?' He struggled to see through his wet hair down his forehead, panting hard.

'Tin~' Can whined and threw the pillow beside him at Tin which he dodged with ease. 'I can't walk!' he continued, 'I can't feel my legs!'

Tin took a few steps towards Can, where his body was struggling to sit, 'Can,' he took a long pause, trying to get the right words for the latter who had messy hair with their messy bed.

'We made love last night-' Tin waved his hands in explanation, his mind wandering in thoughts, '- It's normal.'

'But I don't feel my legs, Tin.' Can gaped.

'You aren't supposed to feel your legs after your first time.'

Can's facial expressions drowned as he took a look at his lower body again, he quickly looked at Tin expecting a solution. He sighed instead at the exhausted latter's childish behavior, 'Never mind, let's go and have a bath.'

He didn't let Can digest his sentence and picked him up, 'Tin, I haven't brushed yet!' roared Can, pushing himself away from Tin's hold.

'For the record, I don't care.' Tin shut Can up and dragged him towards the shower, and let Can be wet with the cold droplets so fast to let his brain work that the water was cold, 'It's cold Tin!'

'It will get better after a while, Cantaloupe.' reassured Tin.

'It's all your fault I'm not able to walk.'

'You asked me to go faster.' smirked Tin.

'Oh yeah? Who asked you to obey me?' snapped Can. Tin washed Can's hair with no means of pressure or hardness on his scalp, he dried it, tucked Can back to the bed, and without asking him had already ordered big pizza from the nearby store.

Can had laid on their neat bed which was once messy, playing on his smartphone, his hair still wet with droplets falling down his shirt. While Tin was busy making his presentation on his computer in the living room on his study table.

The prom was tomorrow, and Tin was very well aware of that, while Can who couldn't even remember where he kept his watch, had no idea of the prom. His mother had already bought him a suit and Lay a dress because she knew her son would do nothing and would eventually forget about buying anything for that day.

There was a soft knock on the door which only Tin could hear. He typed hastily and got up to go towards the door.

He paid the delivery boy who had no expression whatsoever. Tin thought that he had no hope to live at all, and by this he could relate. Before meeting Can, his life was dull even with the luxuries he had. And as the saying goes, "Money can't buy you happiness."

The boy went off without saying anything not as though Tin wanted to thank him at all. With his hands full with the boxes, he softly kicked the door and put up a smile on his charming-cold face.

Walking through the living room, he opened the door of his bedroom and founded Can glued to his phone. He didn't even cared if anyone was in front of him, be it a dangerous monster, Can would still be glued to his phone.

'ahem, ahem' Tin raised his brows to get the attention of the latter, but it was of no use whatsoever. 'ahem, ahem.' tried Tin another time, still no response.

'Cantaloupe!' Can's shuddered for a second and raised his eyes towards Tin, confused as he saw two big flat boxes, resting hastily on his palms.

'Is that pizza I see?' Can gave out a gleaming and a dreamy smile, ignoring the expression Tin gave him, 'You bought it?'

'No, a ghost founded it convenient to keep pizzas at the doorsteps.' answered Tin which Can's brain didn't detected the tone of sarcasm in his voice.

He threw his phone beside him and made space for the boxes on the bed. Tin walked after getting the signal and kept the boxes not so far from Can's reach. He cracked his fingers which made sounds of bubbles popping. Can made a funny look as he watched Tin's face, 'Why are you so tensed as if you've never ate a pizza?' questioned Can and giggled.

'To be honest, it's been years I haven't ate one.' Tin clapped his hands which made Can gape in awe. 'You're kidding! How could you live without eating pizza for years?'

'I don't know, looks like I need to eat one now.' He opened the box to look at the big, triangular, circled pizza. It's crust glowing resulting in watering of Can's mouth. 'Are you going to stare at it Tin or even take an effort to unfold and eat it?' roared Can.

Tin nodded and took a piece of the round, reddish circle. He eyebrows flickered as his taste buds gave out water as his tongue tasted the spicy tip. He nodded in agreement that even after years, it still tasted the same.

As Tin was busy eating a slice, Can had finished three. He wasn't surprised at all seeing the all-time-hungry latter eating fast. 'Look at you,' phrased Tin, his mouth filled with cheese. Can looked up from his fourth slice of pizza, 'What?'

Tin rolled his eyes and grabbed tissues from the nearby box which was kept on the table lamp and begun wiping Can's lips. 'You eat like there's no tomorrow.'

'If I eat like there's no tomorrow that means I'm enjoying it,' Can struggled to speak while chewing, 'Well that day when Professor Apichart was- WAIT THE ACTUAL-'

Can dropped the slice of pizza in his hands, let his back fall on the headboard, his eyes widened. 'Tin tomorrow's the prom!'

'Oh, I never knew.' said Tin sarcastically, eating the slice of pizza, 'Honestly, you have a memory of a goldfish.'

'Shut up! I don't know anything, I even forgot the dance,' Can slapped his face onto his palms, 'What am I going to do?'

'I'm just here.' Tin kept eating like he didn't had any worries in the world, like the conflict between him and his brother didn't existed, like that drug scandal didn't happened, like he was enjoying his time with his boyfriend like a typical University student.

'Oh yeah? And what are you going to do? Are you going to do something that would make people forget about tomorrow's day and keep it after a week or so?' snarled Can at Tin's direction. 'It's not that! I can't walk!'

'Who says you can't walk until tomorrow night? You'd be alright until tomorrow day.' Tin finished his eating with satisfaction, 'Anyway, your mother have bought a suit for you later that day.'

'Oh, right...., I was being tensed for no reason.'

'Lucky you,' Tin smirked and got up to throw the empty boxes in the dustbin, 'I bought a good suit already, especially for the prom, it would look good with yours.' Tin smiled with enthusiasm.

'Wait you have seen mine? How come I haven't seen it?'

'I dunno, it's what your mom told me.'

'Why do you obey her?'

'Why shall I must not?' Their attention went to the main door of the apartment. There had been a soft knock which was hard on the door, Tin took a glance at Can and proceeded, he opened in annoyance and rolled his eyes at the person who was standing before him.

'What do you want now?' Tin snarled at Pete who was holding a small bag in his hand before him, he begun 'I bought Can an ointment, y'know, helps with the pain.'

'Thanks.' said Tin hesitated at first, regretting being rude to him before, he took the bag slowly from Pete's hand, 'So? How's Can? I bet his legs are gone-'

'TIN!' Pete shuddered with the sudden noise of Can yelling Tin's name. They hurried towards the bedroom with hustle and saw Can with his arm folded, 'Do you even care to tell me who's at the door?'