Miles Theo, 20 year old cute innocent boy who came to Brooklyn to study. Only knows Christopher who is his best friend.
Christopher Corbin, Miles's friend who love him more than anyone.
Lucas Volkov, Christopher's friend who lives in the same building and had been Christopher's school fellow. Soon to be Miles's nightmare.
"Yeah Chris, I just arrived." The petite blonde boy struggled to hold his phone, the purse and the suitcase all at once.
"Give me the money so I can leave." The driver said annoyed and he gestured him to wait for a minute.
"Chris call me again after 5 minutes, I need to pay for the ride and to take my luggage inside. I can't do that all at once." Miles said frustrated.
"Bear, be very careful okay. Just give him 10 dollars not more than that. And keep me on the call. They can fool you..." Christopher wasn't able to come out of the phone or else he would have.
"Chris I'm not a baby. I know how to handle the situations." Miles can't handle stress very well and right now it is a very stressful situation for him.
"Sir, how much is the fare?" Miles asked without letting Christopher talk again or maybe he is talking but he has cut the call.
"30 Dollars." The driver said. Miles thought for a second and spoke.
"But isn't it too much? I mean you just took me from the train station and it's not that far." He thought he said a very logical thing. His luggage was still in the cab.
"Sir, I hardly make money by driving the taxi, you can at least pay me the right amount." The driver said with the saddest face. Miles felt so horrible for cutting the money of someone who is already struggling with his life.
"I'm so sorry sir. Here keep the change." Miles handed him 50 won. Being a kind-hearted person, he can't seem to let the other suffer. What if his son or daughter is waiting for their father to come back with some extra money and they will be happy, because now he will.
The driver smirked at boy's innocence and thanked him slightly. "Let me help you take out the luggage." He said and helped Miles to take out his suitcase.
"Thank you so much for being kind to me." Miles said and bowed in return. The driver didn't even reply and drove away. Miles didn't make it a big deal and picked his luggage walking up to the building's entrance.
Miles is staying with his friend, Christopher. They went to same school but then Christopher shifted to Brooklyn and Miles left in Dering Harbor. Miles always had a wish to study more and to learn new thing.
After taking the gap for almost four years he finally decided to continue his study. He wasn't from very big family; he was a farmer's son and studying in a school of Brooklyn asks a lot of money. It took Miles four years to save enough money to come here.
Christopher offered him his place to stay as he misses his best friend and also, he knows Miles can't afford a separate apartment.
Miles was thankful to him when Christopher told him. And right now, he is standing outside the elevator to come down so that he can go to floor 85, where Christopher lives.
His phone ringed again when the elevator open and Miles huffed again knowing it was Christopher because no one else has the number. But the annoying thing was Christopher always had a bad timing, first taking the luggage out of the cab, and now pushing it inside the elevator. The suitcase was very heavy for Miles to handle along with the phone and his blazer which was sticking here and there.
"Chris, you got very bad timing." Miles attend the call as soon as he was inside the elevator.
"What happened?"
"I was coming inside the elevator when you called. It took me good 5 minutes to understand it how to call it down and then it was not going up and the luggage..... huff in short I’m tired." The poor boy released a breath, sitting on the elevator floor legs open and stretched.
"Aww my baby bear, I'm so sorry. I was stuck here or else I would've been there for you." Christopher said knowing this technology can be tiresome for someone like Miles who was from a remote area. He was more of a nature guy than that of the technology one.
"It's okay. I just hope I reach there quickly." Miles said with a smile. Christopher can imagine how Miles would be sitting on the ground with legs wide open and shoulders slump down. He always does that when he is tired or stressed and right now he is kind of both.
"You'll be okay. Don't worry. Tell me how much you gave to the cab driver?" Christopher asked.
"Same as you said." Miles lied. He knows Christopher would start fighting with him if he told him, he never sees things emotionally, Miles know he did the right thing.
"Thank God. Thank God you didn't do anything stupid. The station is just two blocks away from my apartment and he could've asked you for 25 or more as a fair." Christopher said casually breathing in relief that Miles didn't lose his money. But little did know.
"What?!!" Miles's voice raised unconsciously.
"Yeah. I live just two blocks away from the train station. I just didn't want you to get lost somewhere. But don't worry from now on I'll tell you all the routes." Christopher didn't know what Miles just realized.
He realized how easily he is being fooled on his first day.
"I'll meet you at home. I’ve reached the floor." Miles said ready to end the call. He still feels bad for himself. He has saved this money working hard day and night and just in a second someone mugged him.
"Alright, remember third room by the right of the elevator. I'll call after 5 minutes. Go inside and close the door." Christopher said cutting the call. Miles stood up when the door of the elevator open and he took his bag walking out of it. This time more easily.
"He said third by the right." Miles muttered looking around and then at the key card he was holding in his hand. "Room 8593"
"Okay there." Miles said holding his luggage. He wasn't wearing his glasses that means he can't see to a long distance. He has a sight problem.
"8589....8590.....8591.....8592......and here 8593" he said looking at the door next to the one he was standing. But he halted when he saw a man lying limp in front of the apartment door.
Miles got scared. Back in Dering Harbor, whenever someone was doing such thing it only ended up with a murder or a robbery and what if this man is here to rob Christopher's apartment.
His phone ringed again. This time he picked it up on first ring.
"Have you gotten in?" Christopher asked.
"C-Ch-Chris." Miles finds it hard to speak even breathe. There was no one in the hallway and what if this man has a gun or anything? How will he protect himself?
"Bear? Everything alright?" Christopher asked worried.
"There is a man...... passed out right in front of your apartment door." Miles said in a whisper not wanting the man to wake up. He can't defend himself and definitely not in his current situation.
"What?" Christopher asked confused.
"There is a man..... passed out on the ground."
"Bear, listen, just jump past him and go inside. Close the door and do not open until I say so. Okay. I'll call Lucas and ask him to come over. Alright? Stay relax and just get in. I'll call you in a minute." Christopher said calmly and cut the call.
Miles took a breath and took a step forward to jump over the man. He successfully did it and opened the door. To his luck the door opened easily.
He took a step forward, but dread filled his body when he felt someone holding his leg. He looked back with a lot more difficulty watching the same man holding his leg.
"L-Let go." Miles said jerking his leg to free it.
"I want to go inside." The man mummers, completely drunk.
"Please let go." Miles holds back the cry. The fear filled his body. The first day and how much is it more going to happen.
"Let me go inside. I want to go inside!!" The man said pulling his leg again.
"W-Why? This is my friend's apartment, why do you want to go inside. Let g-go of me." Miles said giving his leg a strong jerk that ended as a kick on the man's face who groaned in annoyance and let go of Miles's leg.
Miles didn't think for a second and went inside closing the door right on man's face. He can hear him yell annoyed.
His phone ringed again and he picked the call, breathing fast and heavy.
"What happened?" Christopher asked worried.
"I just got inside. He held my leg and was asking to let him inside." Miles whispered scared of any small sound.
"I'm so sorry Bear. I shouldn't have asked you to come here alone."
"It's okay Chris. When are you coming back." Miles asked tiredly.
"I'll be back in an hour." Christopher replied and Miles nodded. "Bear, are you inside the house with your luggage and everything? Don't open the door okay. I'll call you when I'll get back."
"C-Chris.... About that.... I left my bag and everything outside. I hardly got in myself." Miles asked in a small voice.
"What the? What now?" Christopher asked him.
"I can go and hurriedly get it inside."
"Stay inside. There is no need to go out. I'll ask Lucas. He isn't picking the call, but I'll reach out to him." Christopher said. "Just stay inside."
"Okay." Miles replied. Christopher cut the call again and Miles heard the phone ringing of the man outside the room.
And his phone ringed again with Christopher's number. He picked the call.
"Bear, open the door. The man outside the room is my friend, let him in." Christopher sounded annoyed.
"The drunk man?" Miles asked shocked.
"Yes, him." Christopher huffed.
"Okay." Miles said hesitantly walking to the door and opened it, peeking out of the door. The man was still lying outside the door, his boot mark clear on his cheek.
"Chris he is unconscious." Miles said.
"Just drag him inside, take your stuff and close the door." Christopher replied. "Stay in your room while I come back."
"Why?" Miles felt like a girl whose brother is concerned about her safety.
"Because, I don't trust Lucas when he is drunk." Christopher cut the call. Miles looked at the unconscious male once again and bend down to clean the dirt from his face.
After that he went straight to the room and closed the door locking it. Sitting on the bed, he couldn't help but think about how adventurous these three hours has been.
And he doesn’t know when he drifted to sleep, holding the pillow close to him.
“Ahhh. Fuck." Lucas groaned, making his elbows support his body to lift from the ground. "Ouch. That fucker did hit hard." He cursed. Looking around he knows he is already inside. "Ah shit. It still hurts like a bitch." It took him about good 10 minutes to get on his feet, he really went too loose on alcohol today."Ahh Christopher come on, at least buy yourself good, flavoured juice." He said annoyed as he found orange flavoured juice in the refrigerator. He still took a glass of milk and walked back to the living room. Getting comfortable on the couch, he switched on the TV to entertain himself till Christopher come back. "You, fucking, alcoholic. How many times did I tell you do not get tipsy to the point that you lose the track of ground. How many fucking times I told you to go to your own apartment when you are drunk." Christopher yelled as soon as he came inside. It's 5 in the evening, he left as early as he can. It still took him 45 minutes to get back home. "Hello to you
“You haven't slept the whole night. What's troubling you?" Cal asked with concern. He has seen James awake the whole night. "Something isn't right. I don't feel okay." James whispered. "That's because you haven't slept. Take a nap, you'll feel good." Cal told him stroking his hairs softly. "No, you don't understand. Ever since he told me that he wants to go, something felt wrong and now it's messing with me. I can't pinpoint what is it, but it's something big. I told you......I was never in favour of him leaving, it was y—-""Calm down, will you? You talked to him at night. He is at his friend's house, he is safe. And Miles isn't that young that he doesn’t know what is good for him and what not. He needs to grow, he needs to see understand on his own Jemmy, that's how he'll grow up. You can't put him under your wings for rest of his life. Let him fly." Cal said calmly still playing with the strands of James. "I know that's important for him but you.....you also know why I'm worri
It's the first day of new school, first day of new life. Whatever it will be, Miles was determined to live it full. He will live through all of the moments that once he only saw in tv and newspapers. He is a high school student now. Miles made way to his department. He took arts. So, the classes schedule will be shared with them after today's orientation. A new beginning indeed. He was lost as it was first time and wanted somebody to guide him. He has walked past the reception and don't even know the way around to go back and look for the department map. He breathed in and out to calm himself. Stress isn't good for him, and he can't handle stress well anyway. He took a step forward hoping he will find some help. He read in the article published on school's website that students in this school are emphatic and kind. Helping others was in the goals of the school. This policy of the school was also one of the reasons why Miles chose this school. He was confident to find some help.
Lucas sat down, throwing the bag on the floor in the corner. He got comfortable at the square shaped heighten leather cushion. Something dropped out of Miles's bag making a small noise causing Lucas to lazily see. Lucas had and amusing chuckle escaping his mouth when his eyes landed on the object. "Well well isn't he a total loser. Needs an artificial air to breath." Lucas picked the inhaler and looked at it fully. Lucas threw the inhaler in the dustbin instead of putting it in the bag. He picked his bag making way to the same cushion. "Let's see what he got." Lucas whispered getting comfortable on the couch. He pushed his hand inside. The first thing that came out was the glasses case, he threw it on the ground. The second was poor boys’ wallet. He opened it. It was full of money, not very much but still much for a school student. Lucas raised an eyebrow getting amused on how much the boy had in his pocket. "He must be really billionaire". Little did he know. "But he is still s
Christopher just got free. It was currently 11:30. "Bye Christopher." One of the employees said as they both left the building together."Bye Alicia. Be careful while walking home." Christopher said out of curtsy. He is a gentle man. "You too." The girl replied when they both parted going opposite directions. Christopher took his phone out calling Miles. It just kept on ringing, but no one was picking up. He was worried, Miles never missed a call, but he was a bit relieved understanding it was so late. He is asleep by now. Christopher cut the call and called Lucas. He knew younger will be awake. He sleeps really late. And just as he thought the call was picked on the third bell. "Hello." Lucas said uninterestingly. "Lucci." Christopher said. "Ofcourse you called me so I'll speak dumbass." Lucas scoffed. "Where is Miles?" The name alone infuriated Lucas."He actually should be at museum for his weird personality but he is in your apartment." Lucas laughed. "Find a lock for you
"Everyone, eyes on the target and just keep passing the ball." Moura yelled. The while basketball court is filled with boys practicing."Luca, move fast." Moura yelled. Lucas was relatively slow as compared to other days. The truth is he couldn't sleep properly last night. "Why are we even practicing?" He groaned in annoyance. He looked around to everyone and saw all of them were genuinely practicing. "Because we fucking got a match with other schools. Now get your ass concentrate on the field." Moura yelled followed by the whistle making everyone alert. "Mr. Black." A young boy called as soon as he entered the basketball ground. The called male turned watching the very familiar boy standing at the entrance of the room. "Yes." "I apologize for disturbing you in between the practice but Mr. Lee is calling for Lucas." The boy said very politely. "Why do you have to apologize for that." Moura smiled at the boy turning back to the players playing. "Lucas." He yelled. The boys didn
The day went by well and it went rather quickly. After that gym registration, Miles had 3 classes whereas Lucas was free. He had to attend the sports head meeting. It was 5:30 right now and just like yesterday Miles was in the library, looking at his phone for a call or message from the red-head boy. This time was different because he actually has his number this time. Soon his screen lit up reaching a screaming ringtone that echoed in the library's "academic book" section. Miles was quick to take his phone out of his pocket. "Hel...." "Be at gate in 2 minutes. 1 second late and I'll leave you there." Before Miles could even reply Lucas cut the call. Miles didn't waste even a second and took his bag, left the book on the table, and ran downstairs. He was lucky that he was there on time and just when he reached there Lucas's car arrived. Miles was huffing as because he came running and the slightly sharp sparks of pain dancing out of his chest were getting bigger and bigger. "Ge
The next morning Miles woke up to the sweet smell of toast and egg being cooked. Small knock on his door made him open his eyes slightly. "Up up now baby bear." Christopher said hugging his friend. Miles couldn't help but smile at Christopher's warm gesture. "Why are you up so early? Didn't you have a holiday today?" Miles asked. "I did. I wanted to cook you a breakfast, so I woke up early. Hurry up. Come on." Christopher replied pulling Miles up from the bed. "But you didn't have to. You should've have slept for late...""Shhh. Go and brush. I'll set the table." Christopher cut his sentence. "Is L-Luc.....""Nope. Today's breakfast is for us only. He isn't invited. Go now." Christopher replied him making Miles breathe in relief. "Okay." Miles felt himself feeling happy. First, he didn't forget the last night's nightmare and second today is going to be a nightmare. Christopher was out in the living room setting the table. The truth is he couldn't sleep properly last night, thin