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Win's head was pounding yet again but he needed to get up early to help his cousin and friends prepare for their departure. He rubbed his eyes as he let out a big yawn, dragging his feet to get some water to clear his head. He then made himself some coffee and decided that he'd skip his usual morning jog today; he had far more important things to do.
                          
He prepared some breakfast for him and his friends. He included some for his parents too although he didn't know if they'd be back today. Besides, he knew his friends would finish the food he prepared if his parents wouldn't show up.
                          
"Hey," Khaotung said as he stumbled to the kitchen half asleep.
                          
"Oh, you're up man. I have some Advils right there," Win pointed to a little container of their medicines. "There's hot water already too so you can make coffee or something."
                          
"Thanks man, last night was so fun I forgot we needed to wake up early for the trip."
                          
"You guys could sleep while you're in the car," Win suggested as he noticed how Khaotung was yawning almost every minute.
                          
"With Pleum and JJ? That won't happen. They'd be bickering with your cousin. Plus I kinda know Boss has a loud mouth too." Khaotung shuffled to the cupboard and looked for a jar of sugar, coffee powder and some cream.
                          
"Oh, the cream's right here. Sorry, I was fixing myself a hot drink too," Win said as he handed a glass jar to his friend.
                          
"Thanks." Khaotung scooped some and not long after, he was already stirring a hot cup of coffee. "By the way Win, do you know what's up with Man and P'Type?"
                          
"Huh? What do you mean?"
                          
"They're acting so weird. I think Man knows P'Type or something, I don't know."
                          
Win thought of the night when Man and his cousin first met. Man was startled as his jaw dropped when he saw the older guy. Even Type saw the reaction as weird.
                          
Was it really the first time they met that night though?
                          
The rest of his friends and Type woke up a little later than they should be but Win had prepared them breakfast already and gathered their things so packing wasn't really a problem now.
                          
His parents did come home only to bring some local delicacies they had bought on the place they went to and to bid goodbye to Type and Win's friends. They packed a separate bag of delicacies so that Win's friends could bring back some to Bangkok.
                          
"Type, sweetie, thank you for visiting and staying with Win and we're sorry if we didn't get to accommodate you that much," Win's mother said as he smiled sweetly with a mix of a little apology to Type. She enveloped him in a very tight motherly hug.
                          
"It's okay, aunty! I should be the one saying sorry for barging in your home! Don't think about it too much and besides, Win is here to keep me company. That's more than enough for me. I missed staying here at the beach too, you know," Type said reassuringly. He hugged her back, rubbing the older woman's back. He was always thankful for Win's mother; she was basically his mother too. He grew up with Win and Win's mother took care of him as if he were her own son.
                          
"Never hesitate to call us when you need something, okay? Our home is your home too," Win's father added as he too hugged Type.
                          
"Thank you, Uncle. Please do call me if you're in Bangkok too so I could meet you guys and maybe we could have some lunch or something." 
                          
"That sounds great. We will, son," Win's father said.
                          
"And of course, my favorite rascals! Come here and give me a hug!" Win's mother exclaimed as she turned to JJ, Khaotung and Pleum and opened her arms.