Alle Kapitel von The Boy who Circled Time: Kapitel 271 – Kapitel 280

“You know, you don’t have to do all this for me. I had to do a lot of things on my own and I can handle it,” Lila tried to plead to Tweedle Dee, clasping her hands together as she made the most pitiful puppy eyes as she could. “Explain what you actually mean?” ‘Tweedle Dee’ asked her back, his voice blunt and level, not even turning around from the office desk to face her. It had been two days since Lila had been first sleeping in the office behind the café, while the guy who actually ran the café, and who had also been training her, slept upstairs in the bedroom. There were plush sofas abound for Lila, creating a place of comfort and security, and as soon as she realised that there was a camera in the room, after taking a quick sweep of anything that might perv on her before she got dressed, she had noticed the little glint of light in the corner. It sat imbedded in the wall, above the right most filing cabinet, and if it hadn’t been for the specific

“I’ve been up here before,” Emmet simply said, looking out at the horizon, the wind whipping his hair up behind him. He sat there, knees tucked into his chest, and hunched over to rest his head down with his arms wrapped around him. He just stared out, his eyes glossy and unseeing. He turned around, idly looking over everything, out into every direction other than the two walls that sandwiched the café on two sides by taller buildings. Lila made sure to circle around behind him so she was out of his view. As soon as Emmet turned around to fix his eyes on the roads and hills that led out of town and towards the East, he stopped moving, his eyes wide and ablaze. He reminded Lila of a baby penguin, waddling around and huddling into itself for warmth in the cold, blizzards of the Antarctic. She remembered the old documentaries that she used to watch, and how she desperately wanted to be a nameless, faceless penguin huddled in with a group of loving, warm

Lila decided that she was going to go first when it was time to leave the roof. She simply stepped out into the gap, and let her body fall down the hatch, bending her knees and placing her hands down onto the ground as she landed, letting the energy of her fall dissipate and spread throughout her whole body. Her right hand and arm ached from the manoeuvre, and she let out a small breath before she stood up again, taking another step backwards to help centre herself. She looked up at Emmet. “I’m okay,” she called out, giving a thumbs up with her left hand as she clenched her right into a fist. Stepping out of the cupboard, she waited for Emmet to climb down and head the bathroom door open. Jasper emerged, rubbing at his eyes and Lila stretched out a hand through the gap to hold his shoulder, keeping him still so he wouldn’t walk into the cupboard door. “You okay?” she asked him. A loud yawn echoed out from behind the door and a

When Jasper woke up, Emmet was leaning over him with an easy smile on his face. He immediately shut his eyes and pretended that he was still asleep. “I know that you’re awake. I saw you open your eyes. You need to eat again. Lila’s memo says that you can start eating more solid foods, so she’s got vegetable soup for you,” Emmet crooned lovingly. Jasper didn’t need to open his eyes to see the smirk on Emmet’s face. “I don’t ever want to think about that,” Jasper replied, doing his best to supress the blush on his face. “You don’t want to think about what? Corn and broccoli?” Emmet teased. A relaxed silence fell down on them when Jasper turned his body inwards to place his head onto Emmet’s stomach. “We’re going to have supper in the garden. There’s lots of colours in there and it’s sunny outside. It’s a little windy too, but it’s going to be nice,” Emmet tried to encourage, stroking over Jasper’s curls again. Without a w

Taking Emmet’s hand, Jasper let himself be led inside the building and into somewhere that was much warmer. He looked down at the floor, thinking about all the little, long kisses that he and Emmet shared. It felt nice, if a little restraining. It made him feel a tingling warmth, but he still felt like he wanted to go further. A tingling sensation was left in his lower stomach and he felt like if they went any further, then they were probably going to make a mess of Lila’s garden. If they did so, then she would never let them hear the end of it. A small part of him remembered the violence and harm that she had wreaked on her bedroom when faced with the possibility of leaving with him and then being rejected. She hadn’t done anything particularly violent in their entire stay, but it was still a tool that she could wield with a large potential of doing some actual harm. But it did look like that she had largely settled down temper wise, she didn’t so mu