David;“Lucas…?” I call nervously, and he takes a second to reply.“Y-Yeah?” “I can’t… I can’t lift him on my own…” I whisper, and there’s silence.“Is he covered?” He questions, and I gulp before looking back down at Sal, who is still stark naked.“N-No…”“Take one of the small towels from… from the vanity, and cover him up.”He replies, and I can hear the discomfort in his voice. I do as I’m told, and I find the small towels. I pick one up, and my brows knot. I look between Sal’s… third leg, and the flimsy towel, and just know it's not gonna hide much. But it would make it less weird, I guess…I move over to Sal and try to drape the towel around his waist, but he pushes it off.“Sal…” I call in frustration, but he’s not responding. He doesn’t want anything on his body.I try to cover him again, and this time he yanks the towel off. I try to grab his arm and gasp at how hot his skin feels. No wonder he doesn’t want to be covered.“What’s wrong?” Luac questions, and I sigh.“He keeps
Salvatore;A yawn.And then a stretch.That is all it takes for my body to kick back to life as I open my eyes.I groan as I sit up, and I yawn again. Why do I feel so heavy? Like I haven’t used my limbs for a while?I look around the mostly dark room, and realize that I’m still in my parent’s room. I then look down at myself and… why am I in new clothes?A third yawn escapes me and I rub my eyes before stretching and deciding to pull myself off the bed.Maybe I changed during sleep?No… that’s… That makes no sense.Whatever. I should get back to my room and sleep. David might get curious if I don’t return soon-I stop in my tracks when I look down and see David and Lucas, curled into each other on the floor, under duvets. Fast asleep, and in each other’s embrace.What the-Why are they here? And why are they holding each other like that?Am I missing something?Lucas’s phone suddenly beeps on the floor beside him with a message, and my brows knot when I see the time.1:00am.But it w
Salvatore;Just as I’m about to reach for the door, it opens, and I come face to face with Mrs. Lana who has a few pills and a glass of water in a tray in her hands. She looks shocked at first, then piers into the room before looking back at me with a raised brow.“And where are you going?” She questions as she takes a stance. Pushing one hip to the side and stretching the other leg so she’s completely in my way.“To work… I mean to rest.” I reply and she huffs.“Turn around.” She orders, and I blink at her.“Turn around, young man!” She whispers, and I sigh before shaking my head defiantly.“I don’t want to. They’re sleeping and I… I don’t want to bother them.” I lie, and she pushes her lips forward as the sides of them turn downwards.“Listen here, Salvatore. Those two boys worked like housewives to nurse you back to health today. They didn’t take breaks, and I had to remind them to eat. They were so worried about you. And the first thing you want to do after you’ve woken up is lea
David;Chirp…. Chirp…“Go away….” The words slur from my lips lazily, and even though I’m half asleep, I know my words can’t scare the birds that are happily singing away. For them to be this active, it must be far into the morning. I stretch lazily but freeze when my face bumps into something. I force my eyes open in panic, and air vanishes from my lungs when I find myself face to face with Lucas.He’s fast asleep, and there’s only a breath of space between us.I try to move away in shock, but this causes him to stir. And to my horror, his arms, which I didn’t know were around me, pull me closer to him. He moans sleepily, and my heart starts pounding. I swallow as I stare at his peaceful, sleeping face, and I can not help but acknowledge how… good looking he is. Even like this. In the unguarded truthfulness of deep sleeps and the early hours of the morning.His features look so relaxed and unguarded, but still so dangerously attractive. There’s this calmness to his looks. It’s we
Lucas;I feel something pull me close, and I groan from sleep. When did David get so strong? And why is he behind me??I open my eyes, and a yawn escapes me as I stretch.“David, you're crushing my lungs…” I grumble, but his grip only tightens, and I look down in alarm. However, my heart stops when I see the tattoo spiralling around the left arm.These aren’t David's hands…Sal!?Sleep vanishes from my eyes, and my head snaps back in shock, and in my bewilderment, he’s there. Behind me and holding on to me like I’m life.“S-Sal??”I slowly turn in his arms to look at him as he slowly blinks awake, and my heart stops in my chest when those magical green eyes of his land on me and hold me in place.“Good morning…” He whispers, and I blink at him as my mind races. How the fuck did I get on the bed with him? IS David still on the floor? Shit! I need to get out of the situation before he wakes up and catches Sal and me like this. I try to break out of his hold, but Sal pulls me closer in
David;“Mrs. Lana, why don’t we just do something with vegetables? I’m really good at mincing…” I whine as she hands me an apron, and she scowls at me. “No! We’re making Brioche!” She replies, and I can’t help the whine as I take the white apron from her.“But I don’t know how to make it…” “Stop whining like a little girl. You came here to help, and help is what you’re going to do. I’ll teach you what you need to do. Don’t worry.” She replies, and I pout. I was right. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked to help.We’ve been at this for minutes, and she has refused to change her mind. Of all the meals she could choose to make, she picked the one I have no idea how to make. What if I end up messing things up??“To be fair… I do need extra hands. Your baby hands won’t do.” She says as she folds her hands in front of her and pats her chin with the index finger of her right hand.“Hey! I don’t have baby hands!” I retort, and she blinks at me with feigned surprise.“Oh, alright. I’m s
Lucas;The kitchen smells like warm milk and yeast, and Mrs. Lana is standing in front of us like a commandant ready to discipline some new recruits. This woman would pass as a drill sergeant. In fact, drill sergeants might be scared of her. She has a tea towel over her shoulder and eyes keen with seriousness that’s almost scary."Now listen carefully," she finally breaks the silence as she dusts her hands with flour. "Brioche isn't like regular bread… Even though I doubt you know what regular bread is like.” She adds, and I give her a look which causes her to smirk. If I knew I was walking into an open trap, I would have stayed longer upstairs. God damn it!Now I have to cook.There’s a reason I’m a sweet tooth. And it’s a very simple reason.I CAN NOT COOK!“Brioche is stubborn. Very stubborn. So, you have to beat it into behaving." She continues, and I feel David shift nervously beside me. I turn to the little man and find him staring uncertainly at the sticky mass of dough in
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr
Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in his voice.I was wrong. That’s going to take a lot to pacify. I massage my forehead as David wheels me closer to him.“Don’t yell, Elias. You’ll give me a fucking headache.” I groan, and soon I’m positioned opposite the chair he was on. However, David doesn’t leave. He doesn’t make to either.“Give me an explanation, Lucas!” Elias scolds, and the next thing I feel is David’s hand possessively placed on my shoulder.“He asked you not to yell!” He snaps at Elias, and I freeze in surprise. Elisa looks up at him, and I do too, but he doesn’t look at me.“And you are?” Elias questions rather disrespectfully, and I turned back to glare at him. “Mind your tone, Elias.” I correct, and he looks at
Lucas;The drive back home was hell. David wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and Sal was oddly quiet. David feels guilty. I know it. It’s written all over him, and I can not help but feel like the biggest fuck in the entire freaking planet. I kissed him. Against his will. Out of the freaking blue like a fucking rapist.He belongs to Sal. I know that. He and Sal are the couple. Bumpy as they may be, they belong together.I have no place in this mix, and yet somehow I have managed to kiss both men in a matter of days. It’s disgusting to think about. How weak and grey my morals are. If David finds out I kissed Sal, heaven alone knows how he’ll take it. And if Sal finds out I kissed David!? It’s going to be chaos. I’m going to ruin everything. I’m going to fucking destroy everything.My friendship with Sal,David’s shot at happinessSal’s shot at happiness…Maybe I should just leave. I think it’s best I do. For years, I’ve been able to hide my feelings for Sal, but things aren’t the
Salvatore;It’s been hours. And the more time drags by, the slower it seems. David has been quiet. His knees are bouncing anxiously, and he bites his nails. I know he has questions… and fears. But he knows this is not the place to ask them. Neither does he have the courage to ask, and for that I’m slightly grateful.I do not know how to explain to him that I love him but at the same time am attracted to my bestfriend… Maybe even more than attracted to him. The more I think of it, the more questions pop up in my mind. What if all these years, the urge I felt to protect him… The peace I always got in his presence… The urge to see him often… How he’s always been able to reach through my self-hate and make me feel human– How I let him do it. What if it was deeper than just friendship?Now that I think about it, I never liked seeing anyone with Lucas. That’s another reason I dislike that Elias guy. It’s not like Lucas dated a lot… He only ever got in one relationship, and it didn’t la
Salvatore;I blink at him in silence as his words replay in my head. A swarm of emotions that are stronger than my heart hit me, and I can feel the pain in my chest.“W-what?”I mutter, and he breaks down again.“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m… I… Sal, I'm sorry…” He sobs, and I don’t know what to do.I don’t know how to feel.At first, I feel betrayed, but then again… I’ve also kissed Lucas.Why did David kiss him? What is going on between them? Is… is David gravitating towards Lucas? Is he… is he replacing me with Lucas?“I…I swear it… I didn’t mean it, Sal…” he cries as he covers his face again in shame, and I swallow.Why am I not mad? Why is it fear I feel instead? Fear of David’s feelings for me slowly changing…“Do… do you hate me?” He croaks, and my heart breaks.His pain hurts me. I shouldn’t let him feel so guilty over something I’ve also done. “Do… do you love him?” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them, and David stares at me in stunned silence.His crimson eyes
Salvatore;David has been pacing for the past two minutes. He hasn’t sat down, hasn’t stopped pacing, and hasn’t stopped fumbling with his thumbs. On our drive here, he explained to me how they got attacked and how Lucas begged him not to be taken to a hospital. I understand that. Lucas hates hospitals. His mother had died in one. And it’s not as simple as it sounds. Her death was something that could have totally been avoided. Her death was something caused because someone was careless. His mother was admitted for a simple surgery, something that should have sent her home smiling the next day. But a simple surgery cost her her life, and Lucas his mom. A tired nurse injected the woman with an antibiotic she was allergic to, even though that detail was clearly written on her medical chart, plain as day.Lucas's mother seized and collapsed, to her death, while the emergency team scrambled like clueless rats unable to save her. The worst part is that Lucas was there to see the whol
David;“Lu-Lucas?” “Shh… Just a minute…” He breathes, and I feel shivers run up and down my spine. His grip on me tightens, and my heart starts drumming like it would erupt out of my chest soon.Lucas’s face draws closer to mine, and instead of pulling away, I feel myself melting under the seductive heat of him. What am I doing??“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” He breathes, and I feel goosebumps rise along my skin.I move my other hand and place it on his shoulder, but it stays there… it doesn’t push him away. “You’re tempting too… It’s dangerous… Makes it hard for me to think…” He whispers as his eyes move from my eyes down to my lips, and I feel my body begin to respond to him… To how close we are.“Lucas.. You’re… you’re bleeding…” I try to regain control, but even my voice is weak. Why am I sounding like this? Feeling like this? Like a part of me has wanted this for a while.“You belong to Sal… I know that… I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t even thin
David;“You’re panicking.” He jokes, but I ignore him. “Shut up!”He scoffs as he winces again, and I look up at him with worry biting away at my mind.“I’m sorry…” I whisper as I take another gauze, but it soaks right through. He made me sneak him in, so Mrs. Lana wouldn’t see his wound. Sal is probably still asleep, and I’m here with Lucas in his room. Fumbling with my heart ramming in my throat. “The bleeding won’t stop…” I mumble in a panic as I take multiple gauze pads this time, and the buffoon laughs. He laughs!“Ugh… Look at me wasting a talent blood banks would love to welcome.” He jokes, and I glare up at him. “It’s not funny!” I scold before looking back down at the wound.My mind is blank. My thoughts are all over the place. What if he dies from blood loss??? I could try to stitch him myself, but I’m not a fucking Doctor, and this looks bad. What if the knife hit an organ?“I was stupid to listen to you. I should have taken you to a hospital. They probably need to stit
David;I crouch between the cars, peeking out as Lucas marches over the two thieves like some fearless action hero.It’s all fists and groans, and I watch with magnetic attention as Lucas fights like it’s something he’s been doing his whole life. It looks so easy for him, and although it’s two against one, I can already see that the two thieves are already getting tired. And the guy on the ground still hasn’t gotten up. Did I actually kill him!??My grip tightens on the car at the thought of being responsible for someone’s death, and I swallow.“What are you? A fucking wrestler!?” One of the guys yells at Lucas before Lucas plants a heavy blow in the guy's guts, and I smirk in satisfaction as I enjoy the show. Perhaps, he didn’t need my help all along…It’s almost too easy. The way he dodges punches and counterattacks… It’s like a scene from a fucking action movie. It’s so entertaining, I’m so close to starting to jump and cheer for him.I’m busy watching the display with a huge gri
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr