IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: Before the story starts I would just like to make a few notes. The way I wanted it to work out couldn't work if they were seniors in high school, like they are in the movie. When I first saw the movie I thought they were at the very oldest sophomores, or at least the sophomore equivalent in Thailand, so I figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal to change it. So I am going to move the clock around a bit. When the Love of Siam ended they were in senior year, in this fan fiction it ends when they are sophomores. And Mew's grandmother died when he was in 7th grade, not 8th. I know it is a little strange. Sorry! Okay to so clarify
LOS took place near the end of their freshman year – pretty much sophomores. And this story will be taking place starting at the second semester of Junior year. So, in Novemberish. If you have problems with this time line or something doesn't make sense let me know.

Other Notes:
"Thoughts"

"Speech"

Big blocks of Italics are flashbacks.

I really hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Love of Siam or it's characters, I am writing this for pure amusement.

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-Prologue-

Ying could feel her face become sticky and slightly stiff as the tears dried. She continued to cry as warm tear droplets rolled down her cheeks. Her red, puffy eyes couldn't stop producing more tears. Sadness seemed to radiate throughout her whole body as she contemplated the events that were about to unfold between her two friends.
"They were supposed to be together." She thought bitterly to herself. Ying had come to terms with her friends' relationship a long time ago, knowing that Mew's happiness was in his friendship with Tong. But, that was about to change.

Flashback

Ying smiled brightly at Tong as she walked out of the toyshop with the wooden nose. She held it out for him with a smile.

"I told you I could get it for you." She taunted as he took it. He smiled softly as he placed the toy piece in his pocket.

"Thank you." He said simply as the continued to window shop. They went from store to store joking and laughing, Tong's mood seemed to brighten a little bit as they spent time in the crowded district. The continued to walk around until they finally saw an empty bench. It has turned to evening, and the number of people walking around shopping has diminished. The cool evening breeze swept past them as they sat in silence.

"So why did you want that toy nose?" Ying asked quietly. She sat on the bench sideways facing Tong, hugging her knees to her chest. Tong paused; he pulled out the toy and looked at it for a second or two. He smiled at it and rolled it between his fingers.

"When we were younger, I got that toy Santa Clause. I made a game of it, hiding the piece around town and leaving a clue at each piece leading to the next." His face seemed to light up as he talked about his childhood escapades with Mew, "The nose was the last piece. I thought I was so clever hiding it in a tree. Little did I know, when we finally got to the tree it had been trimmed, and cut by the landscaper. His present was never complete. He said he was fine with it and that he loved it anyway, but I always-felt bad. When I really wanted to get it for him."

"So does that mean you aren't going to the Christmas Festival with Donut?" Ying timidly asked, hoping that her raging curiosity wasn't as blatantly obvious as it might have sounded.

With a sigh he shook his head, and then pause, "I don't really know. All I know is that I have to see both of them that day, and let them know how I feel." His voice sounded pained, like he was physically injured by the idea of having to let either one know how he truly felt. "Either way I think it is over between Donut and I, I just don't… I don't see her that way anymore." He added all the while staring at the wooden stick he was playing with. Ying just nodded, as he seemed to work though his problems aloud. She really liked being there for Tong, she really cared about him, and only wanted him to be happy. "But at the same time," he continued, " I don't know if I can be with Mew. My family has so much going on, I don't know if my mom could handle Mew and I dating. Let alone my father." He finally pushed the nose in his pocket and turned his head to face Ying.

"So you are going to let Mew know that you can't be his boyfriend?" she asked cautiously again, trying not to upset Tong.

"I just don't know… I can date him and let my family deal with it; or I can wait until my family has a better handle on things and then date him. "

"So why can't you just tell him you have to wait until your father is better to date him?"

"It isn't that easy, what if my father never gets better, and I just get Mew's hopes up waiting for me. Gosh Ying, this is so hard." He sighed frustrated and buried his face in his hands. "What should I do Ying?" he pleaded.

"Tong, this isn't something I can help you with… you need to decide yourself." Ying tried, Tong didn't seem too pleased by her answer. Her words failed her as she tried to come up with a solution for her friend. "You love Mew, don't you?" she said weakly, looking down at her shoes, picking at her dirty shoelaces with her fingers.

"Yeah… that is why this is so hard." As he finished Ying reached out and put her hand on his shoulder tenderly. She turned and put her feet on the ground and then game Tong a one armed hug.

"I am sure everything will work out, just be patient, it will get better."

"I hope so Ying… thanks." He muttered as he turned and gave her a hug.

End of Flashback

"Where did everything go wrong?" she thought to herself. She hugged her body closer to her friend and kept sobbing. She could hear the calls of her friends, asking her why she was crying. Their voices sounded faint and feeble like they were being shouted from miles and miles away. The tears wouldn't stop, she knew her friends wouldn't be happy.

Flashback

Tong and Ying ran through the crowd hand in hand, she was smiling broadly. Tong was here, and he wasn't with Donut, plus he looked happy. This could only mean good things for him and Mew. "So you are going to go out with Mew?" she shouted over the roaring crowd.

"No, that is why I need to talk to him. I need to help my family fist, and then we can get together." As he said those words her fingers slipped through his grasp, she came to a halt. The music was blaring, he was so concentrated he didn't notice she let go until it was too late. By the time Tong looked back, Ying was nowhere to be found. Ying didn't want to be there to see her two friend's hearts get broken, she didn't want to have to see Mew cry. 'This wasn't what was supposed to happen' she thought as she turned and bolted in the opposite direction.

End Flashback

The sobbing echoed through the parking garage, compounding and breaking through the silence it held. "T-they, where su-supposed to be happy." She whispered to herself so quiet her friends couldn't hear her.

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Chapter One: Two Years Gone

Tong smiled nervously at Mew as he handed him the red toy nose. The concert was over and the crowd was winding down, he had finally caught up to his childhood friend. His emotions ran so high that everything seemed like a blur. Only Mew's face held any clarity. His smile lit up his face as he turned the toy over in his hand. He looked up and Tong as he held the Santa nose in both his hands. Tong's nerves were eating at his stomach as he prepared to tell Mew he couldn't be with him. But suddenly Mew's face grew cold. A loud crack sounded as he violently broke the toy nose in half, the pieces hit the ground with a dull thud and a resounding echo.

"I hate you Tong. I never want to speak to you again. Go die." Mew said in an emotionless tone. The small boy turned and kicked the pieces away, then slowly started to walk away. The landed a few feet away, all Tong could hear was the clink of wood on tile as they rolled away. Tong was so confused, what did he do to anger Mew? He started to run after him but he couldn't catch up. Mew started to run faster and faster, getting farther and farther from Tong's reach.

"Wait, Mew, I love you!" he shouted after him. Tong's legs pumped harder and harder as he attempted to make it to Mew before he could leave. His hand grasped Mew's shirt, and pulled him to a stop. But when the smaller boy was facing Tong, it was replaced by his mother's face.

"Tong, you are late for school!" his mother shrieked. Sunnee began to grow larger and larger until she was towering over her quivering child.

"Where is Mew? What did you do to him?" he shouted at her.

"Tong, stop mumbling, you are late for school!" echoed through the room, it was ringing his ears and made them hurt so bad he tried to cover them with his hands. He squinted his eyes shut as his mother kept shouting and shouting at him. The pain felt like stabbing in his eardrums. He opened his eyes and he wasn't in the square anymore, he was in his room. He let out a sigh of relief, it was only a dream, but his reprieve didn't last very long. Soon after he opened his eyes, his crazy mother was screaming at him again.

"Tong! Get up, you need to go to shower so I can take you to school!" she let out a frustrated yell as she ripped his blanket off of him. With her words, and ominous tone he jumped out of bed as quick as he could. In a rush he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Once there he locked the door and leaned back against the door. A cold sweat had formed on his face and his face was paler than usual. He slid down the door and sat on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. It has been almost two years since he had spoken with Mew at Siam Square. This dream had been recurring at least once a month for the last two years. "Why does it still hurt so much?" he thought to himself as he finally found the strength to get up and drag himself into the shower. After he was done he quickly dried himself off and ran back to his room. He hastily through on his school clothes and started to run down stairs for breakfast. As he rand down the hallway to the kitchen he tripped over a doll and a stuffed dog, he caught himself on the wall and swore under his breath as he picked them up and threw them into the closest room. Breakfast smelled delicious as he finally made it to the kitchen. His mother started to shovel food onto his plate as he sat down.

"Hurry up and eat we will be late taking Mali to school!" she chided at him. Again he let out a sigh of frustration at his mother; he looked across the table at his stepsister Mali.

"What is with her this morning?" he tried to joke with her. Mali just shrugged and continued to ear her breakfast. Mali was one of his stepsisters, the younger one at age 5. His other stepsister, Phailin, was probably already on her way to school with her father Kiet. Kiet and his mother had been married for about a year. The met shortly after his father had died at the university his mother worked at. The met, dated, married, and moved to a bigger house. It felt a bit rushed and a bit soon for Tong, but he tried to be nice because he knew his mother way happy. Tong's thoughts were interrupted when his mother started to badger at him again.

"Do you have Football practice today? If so you need to get your things into the car." She started to scold him as she quickly walked over to take Mali's dishes and place them in the sink.

"Yes, I do. And I put my sports bad in the car last night. Do you think you can pick me up today?" he asked as he finally finished his breakfast.

"No, I think Kiet might have to pick you up. I need to stay late at school because there is a Exam for my class." She dried her hands and then walked over with a dishrag to whip Mali's mouth. She looked flustered, but that was only because she wasn't used to these hectic mornings anymore. Kiet was usually at home in the morning as well to help take care of his two daughters.

"Where is Kiet, why did he leave early today?"

"He had to take Phailin to school early because she got in trouble again." She said with a frown.

"Yeah! Sissy was caught texting in class again!" Mali chimed in with a smile. She was climbing down from her chair and then rushed to get her backpack. "Look Tong, daddy got me a new pink backpack! It has hello kitty on it." She rambled as she ran over to Tong.
"That is a very pretty backpack Mali, did you thank your dad for your gift?" Tong smiled at the little girl as she looked at her new backpack awe struck by the beauty of Hello Kitty and her large pink bow.

"Don't worry Sunee made sure I thanked him before I ran off to fill it with my markers. Did your dad ever give you Hello Kitty backpacks?" she asked innocently. Tong and his mother looked at each other, neither really sure what to say. Tong's father was not a very popular source of conversation for his mother. But when Tong turned back to face the small girl he had a smile on his face.

"No," he said as she pouted sadly, " But once he got me a Blue backpack with Thomas the Train on it." When he finished Mali was smiling.

"I bet Sunee made sure you thanked him!" Sunee had walked over and gently put her hand on Mali's shoulder.

"Mali, I think it is time to get you things in the car, do you have everything?" Sunee asked in a much gentler tone than the way she spoke to Tong. Mali nodded and then ran off to the car.

"Get in the car, I am going to be late." She started to chide Tong but he was already up and grabbing his bag. Tong threw his book bag over his shoulder and started to walk to the car.

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Tong jumped out of the car and slid the door closed. He was about to sprint off to his Football friends and get a quick game in before school started but his mother started to shout after him. He came to a sudden stop to turn and see what she wanted.

"Have a nice day at school," She said after a slight pause, "And be nice to Kiet he is trying his hardest to get you to like him."

"Bye mom." He brushed off as he sauntered over to the courtyard and threw his band next to one of his friends. Hey exchanged a few brief greetings with his friends and then un-tucked his shirt and jumped into the game. Instantly he forgot about his dream, his lingering feelings for Mew, and his family situation, there was just the ambition to kick that ball into the net. The ball was passed to his friend Som, and instantly he was on top of him, Som tired to fake him out but with one swift kick Tong got the ball lose from his friend and started to make his way across the courtyard. Some of his other friends came after him but with a few fancy steps and a spin he dodged them, he kicked it between a friend's legs and then placed all his emotions into one kick. The ball soared through the two trashcans they set up as goal posts. Tong jumped up in the air in celebration, but his joy was short lived. By the time he landed he has a large pit in his stomach. The ball did fly through the goal posts, but it hit a teacher, and that Teacher's coffee then spilt all over his shirt. Before a second passed the teacher had Tong by the ear, Tong swore under his breath and apologized. But the teacher wouldn't have it.

"You little Football punks always play here, and I always tell the other teachers you are going to hurt someone. Get your bag and get to homeroom Mr. Tongsang. I will meet you in detention after school." The teacher barked at him.

"My last name isn't Tongsang." Tong blurted out before he could stop himself. His friend Som winced and ran to go get Tong's bag for him, this was not going to be pretty.

"Excuse me? Do not take that tone with me young man. And as your homeroom teacher, I think I know the class roster, and the fact that your last name is indeed Tongsang." He spat back at Tong.

"No, that is my Step father's name. My mother made me take it when they got married, but it is not my real name." Tong anger started to rise as this teacher started to laugh. His homeroom teacher always got a rise out of pissing off the students and getting them in trouble. "Why are you laughing at me, my father died a few years ago? You think my life is amusing?" he took a step towards the teacher; his tone was getting angry, almost accusatory and threatening.

"Mr. Tongsang, I am only laughing at your rebellious nature. Your poor mother probably needed to remarry to control you, it seems your first father didn't spend enough time disciplining you." The teacher retorted with a wicked smile. Tong was about to raise his fist and punch his teacher across the face, but Som reached out and grabbed Tong's arm and gently pushed him back. He looked at Tong like, just let it go and let's get to class.

"I have Football practice today, so I can't make it can I come tomorrow, or even tomorrow and the day after if necessary?" he pleaded, trying to ignore the comment.

"No, for ruining my shirt I really think you need to spend some time after school missing your football. Teach you a lesson in manners, and respect to elders." The teacher turned to leave with those words leaving Tong with the rest of the football team. Tong shrugged Som's hand off and took his bag. He just walked to class without saying a word. His friends followed behind muttering about the teacher. Som caught up with Tong and playfully smacked his shoulder.

"Man, your exchange student is going to be lucking. Getting a teacher like that for a semester in a strange country." Som tried to tease.

"Yeah…" Tong just brushed him off, still angry with the teacher.

"How did you get roped into taking in an American for the semester again?"

"Kiet is an English professor at the university my mother works at. He insisted and said it would be fun. Plus when the school found out about his job they called him up and asked him personally to take in a student."

"Ahh, so when does the little white boy get here?" he continued to try and make Tong laugh.

"Friday, we are supposed to pick him up at the airport this Friday. I just don't want to have to have someone tagging along every where I go all semester."

"What if he is a cool guy, you need to look on the upside."

"Let's just get to class." Tong muttered trying to drop the conversation.

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Lunch was the same as always, the whole group of football players sitting around talking loudly about the latest game, or the cutest girl at school. Tong sat quietly and ate his food today; he didn't feel like speaking today, he just wanted some alone time. He took out his phone and started to text Ying.

- Mall today? -

He started to pick at his food again, the conversation around him started to gear from the latest football game against New Zealand, to the pitfalls and turbulences of high school romances, and that was not something Tong wanted to get into. He wanted Ying to hurry and text him back so he could avoid the questions his friends usually fired at him. Most of them didn't know about Mew, the few that did never brought it up. There were plenty of rumors floating around about Tong because he never dated a girl, but no one had any hard evidence of his sexuality, so most of the rumors fizzled and died. The usually flared up every time a girl took interest in Tong and was shut down, which seemed to be happening more and more lately. He smiled when Ying texted him back.

- For sure, but don't you have practice today. Won't you be to tired you lazy bum? -

He chuckled to himself and started to text back.

- Me, lazy? Never. I got detention, and I want to hang out with you before the American kid gets here. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. -

He clicked his phone shut, but when he looked up all his friends were looking at him. One of them started to make a comment about this possibly being a new girl, but he cut them off as fast as he could.

"Guys, it is just Ying." He hoped that would be the end of the conversation, but it never was.

"Ying, again? When are you going to give up on that bitch man? You hit the friend zone like two years ago." Someone tried to tease him. Tong quickly kicked him under the table. He didn't really care what they said about his friendship with Ying, since the night of the Christmas festival they had become good friends; she was probably his best friend actually.

"I have told you guys a million times, I am not stuck on Ying, and she is like a sister to me. And that is the point; I hit the friend zone two years ago, and the best friend zone shortly after that. So if you call her a bitch one more time I will kill you."Smiled as he said this, hopefully dispelling any notions that he liked Ying.

"Dude, that is kind of gay." Another guy said. But instead of heading off the comment or looking offended or defensive, Tong just did what he always did in a situation like this. He just took the offensive against the one making the comments.

"Me, kind of gay? What about you, I heard you couldn't get anywhere with that girl from Bio class. Three dates and still nothing." His comments worked like a charm. Instantly everyone was laughing and teasing the other kid. The comment forgotten, and he was free to text.

- Yeah, I didn't see you this weekend or anything. Do we have to go to the mall, can't we just hang at my house for once? -

Tong let out a long sigh; she has been trying to get him to come to his house for along time. He only went a few times, luckily Mew never seemed to be home, or he knew Tong was over and didn't bother to come out.

-I got detention; I don't feel like having to go all the way to your house. Just meet me at the mall. -

-Fine. But that totally proves you are lazy. –

As he closed his phone the bell wrong and his friend's started to pack up.

"I am having a party this Saturday. Feel free to being your American." Some said at Tong. He just nodded and threw his trash away. Everyone parted ways for classes.

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Tong cracked his back as he left detention. He had spent two hours with his crazy homeroom teacher cleaning the room by himself. His stepfather was probably still waiting out in the courtyard. It was not going to be a fun when he finally got home. He put his bag over his shoulder and walked out, sure enough his stepfather was waiting outside. He walked over to the car. Kiet wasn't a horribly mean guy; he was kind of nice actually. He still had a full head of hair, with very little gray strands mixed him. He was kind of short, stocky, and in shape. He ran every morning before work, and kept his face clean-shaven. For all intensive purposes he would have been a great fit for his mother, besides the fact that they got married not a year after her husband's death.

"Good afternoon Tong. Get lost in the showers?" He always tried his best to joke around with Tong, and Tong was usually polite enough to laugh but he was in a surly mood and just decided to grunt.

"Detention?" he asked as Tong got into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

"I really don't want to talk about it." Tong said curtly.

"Yeah, your mother is probably going to chew your ear off for this one. What exactly happened?" Kiet was trying his hardest to be understood and connect with Tong, but Tong just didn't feel like putting in the effort.

"I accidently kicked a ball into a teacher, but then he insulted my father so I got angry and he gave me an extra hour." And as planned that ended the conversation. Nothing made discussion more awkward than bring up a dead father with a stepfather. Kiet just laughed, and patted Tong on the shoulder though.

"I am glad you are sticking up for him. You are a good son to your Mother, as I am sure you were to your father. I know your mother won't see it the same way. But I am proud of you. Even teachers can be bullies." Tong really hated it when he did that. Turning the conversation around on him, making it harder to be angry with him. Being understanding and all that shit. He wanted to dislike Kiet, but the most he could muster at the moment was a mild annoyance, the guy was just too nice.

"Yeah… I should probably cancel my plans with Ying then."

"You should ask your mother. Maybe she will let you." He tried. Tong just shrugged and stayed silent. The rest of the way home was filled with small talk about the weather and the Thai football team. When they got home Tong tried to make a beeline for his room to change before his mother could confront him. Avoiding that conversation until the last possible moment was the best option that he could see. He was about to step into the hallway leading to the stairs. But his oldest stepsister, Phailin who was about 15, spoke up from the TV area.

"Why are you two so late?" he skidded to a stop and swore under his breath. He turned to face Phailin, she just smirked at him and turned back to her show. They clashed at times, being so close in age, and old enough to have a good amount of memories of their previous parents gave them a strange sort of sibling rivalry. Tong wouldn't say they hated each other, unless it was an instance like this. Tong's mother started speaking from the kitchen as if on cue.

"Yeah, I was wondering why you got home after we all did. I was late at work and still beat you home. I was kind of surprised. I hope you didn't get detention." She said in a highly accusatory tone. Tong was about to launch into a very long-winded and hopefully useful explanation. But Kiet just walked in and broke the stream of conversation.

"It is my fault." He started before Mali ran in from the other room screaming.

"Daddy!" Mali excitedly hugged at his leg until he picked her up and put her on his back for a piggyback ride.

"Hey there kiddo. Sunee, like I said I am sorry. I just took him out for some ice cream and we got to talking about the exchange student that is coming and about Football and things." He walked over and gave her a peck on the lips. Tong just had to hand it to the guy. He wanted to thank him and strangle him at the same time. He quickly ran up to his room at change without another word.

"Daddy did you bring me some?" Mali asked patting her father's head like a drum.

"No sweetie, I figure Sunee, Phailin, You and I could go to get ice cream after dinner while Tong is at the mall with his friend." He sweet talked as he twirled her around like a helicopter. She giggled as he threw her onto the couch next to her sister.

"But does Phailin really have to come? Sissy is being so mean today." Her sister swiftly smacked her shoulder and Mali started to fuss and try and smack her back.

"Girls." He warned as he walked over to his wife. The two girls instantly sat back down. But they still gave each other sidelong glances and sneers at each other.

"Do you need any help?" he asked her as he hugged her from behind. Sunee just sighed and kept cutting her carrots.

"You sweet talk those children so well. Makes me think you do the same to me."

"Well that isn't a secret." He teased.

"You were lying weren't you? About where Tong was, he was in trouble wasn't he." She scolded, trying to keep the smile off her face.

"Yeah but, it wasn't his fault you know how his homeroom teacher is. He insulted his father again. So I figured he could use a night out with his friends. Especially since the foreign exchange student is coming at the end of the week."

"Fine… but next time you let me decide whether or not he can go to the mall." She said with an exasperated sigh, signaling that she disapproved, but didn't want to get into it.

Tong bolted down the stairs now in brown leather sandals, tan cargo shorts, and a pale green t-shirt.

"Mom I am going to the mall." He said as he passed.

"Whoa there, hold on. Aren't you going to eat dinner first?" she tried to stop him.

"No, Ying and I will get food at the mall." He said as the door slammed behind him. He was half way down the drive way and down to the bus stop by the time his mother realized what was happening.

"That kid has got a lot of nerve, I shouldn't of let him go to the mall. He barely said good bye." She nagged at Kiet.

"You just need to relax." He chuckled at her.

"Why does Tong get to run off with his friends at the mall dad?" Phailin tried to complain. But before she could continue he cut her off.

"Because he is almost eighteen, and didn't get three days of early detention for texting during class. No go change and get ready for dinner."

"Yeah go change!" Mali tried to sound intimidating and stuck her tongue out. As Phailin passed she whispered so her father couldn't hear.

"One day dad won't be around, and you will pay for all your little comments and brown nosing." She glared as she passed.

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I didn't want to leave you hanging on the first chapter with an epic cliff hanger. I hope the pace is okay. I needed to explain some of the things that have been going on. Don't worry the drama will hit the fan when the American kid shows up. But if you guys have any outstanding issues or comments let me know. Any qualms about what is going on. In general try and review! It is always nice to get appreciation for what you write. And there aren't a lot of LOS fanfictions so I figured I would try my hand at it. The second chapter should be up as soon as possible. Hope you guys enjoyed.

I am going to try and make a character list next time. So everyone is more organized. I feel like I need to introduce a lot of characters because so many of their friends didn't have names and stuff.