Adonis's POV I stare at Theo in fascination as his green eyes, wide with wonder, roam the expanse of the art gallery, taking in the kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that adorn the walls. Each stroke of the artist's brush seems to be telling him a story and I feel happy with my choice to take him here instead of to an arcade or a park. Simply looking at his bright face, I feel my heart melt. The soft light from the gallery's skylights cascades upon his features, brightening his every smile and gasp of awe. And I feel just so content, simply standing by his side, holding his hand and watching his every movement. I loosen the grip of my fingers on his left hand as I notice the little fingers protruding from his plaster cast itching with an uncontainable desire to touch the canvases. But strangely, he doesn't let go of my hands. He holds me tightly whilst smiling at the painting of a serene landscape with vibrant colours. "It reminds me of our camp," he tells me. I smile, glancing at

Adonis's POV I open the front doors, only to instantly panic seeing my best friend's impatient face and I curse myself inwardly for not checking through the windows before opening the door. "Hey!" He says whilst barging in. "W..wait! What are you doing here?" I squeal, quickly grabbing his wrist as I know he is going nowhere but towards the stairs. He frowns at my hand and then jerks it away. "What?" He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah what? Nothing!" I shrug. "Something is fishy," he mumbles. "No! Nothing is fishy. C'mon, sit here," I pushes him to the sofa. "Did you have coffee, already? No, right? I'll make you." "What the heck, Ad!" "What? You don't want coffee? What about tea then?" "What is in your room?" He asks. "Nothing!!" And he jumps up from the sofa and barges to the stairs, running upstairs. I rush behind him, yelling him to stop! Before I can catch him, he kicks open my room door and then pauses at the doorway in surprise. "Oh! I expected to see some girl. But who

Theodore's POV "Theodore!" Miss Brown calls my name, frantically barging into my room, pushing open the door after hurriedly knocking just once. I quickly sit up from the bed where I have been comfortably lying between my pillows, texting Adonis after having breakfast. "Your Dad is very angry. Like really angry! He is calling you. Come downstairs immediately." "What's wrong?" I ask, feeling a tremor run down my body. "I don't know. He got a call from someone and he suddenly got angry. Please come down quickly," she says and turns around hurriedly leaving my room. I look at my phone screen to see Adonis's last message. 'Baby, I'll call you later. Break is over. Gotta go." He was texting me in between his basketball practice. With shivering fingers, I text him an 'okay' and place the phone aside. I feel my knees tremble as I crawl out of the bed and slowly walk out of the room. Did someone see me and Adonis together in the art gallery and inform Dad?! Or what if it's a

Theodore's POV "Congrats Theodore, your hand is all fine now," Dr Jones smiles at me while gently rubbing my arm. But I can't make myself smile, looking at the dry skin of my swollen arm. I thought to give Adonis a surprise today. That's why I didn't tell him yesterday, I'm getting rid of the cast before I go to Cypress for admission. But now I don't think he'll be so happy seeing my arm. It actually looked better inside the cast. "It's okay, the swelling will go away in a few days. Don't look so sad," Dr Jones says, smiling even broadly, trying to cheer me up. "Hmm...okay," I look up and give him a smile. "Your son is so cute, Daniel," Dr Jones says, turning to my Dad who was staring at my arm with a frown. Dr Jones is his best friend from high school. "Do you have any ointment or cream to reduce the dryness?" Dad asks him. "Yeah, I'll prescribe an ointment," he says and looks back at me. Then he gives me advice on washing my hands properly, using moisturizer liberally and mas

Theodore's POV "Wait!" I tilt my face and look at Dad, withdrawing my hand from the car door handle. He had just parked the car in front of my new school and I was about to hop out. "I need to tell you a few things," Dad says with a serious expression on his face. I nod to him, quietly. "Why did we join this school?" He asks. I look at him confused. "Uhm...to study?" "Yeah, to study," he says. "So better concentrate on your studies. Don't be distracted by other matters." "I won't. I will study hard," I say while wondering what he actually meant by distraction. "And I don't want to be called to the school unless there is a parents meeting." I again nod to him, obediently. He lets out a chuckle. "Theodore, I'm not worried you'd enter into any fights or get into any bad boy gang in this school or pick up any bad habits. I know you wouldn't. What I mean is, absolutely no naughty business inside the school campus. Don't let anyone catch you kissing anyone or doing any such