Oliver
“Oh. My. God! What did I just do! I let some random new guy kiss me! Not that it was bad or anything… but that’s not the point!”
Clementine chuckles and pats me on the back, “Oli, you’ve closed yourself off to love for so long, I think it’s time for a little change.”
Maybe Clementine is right, what am I kidding, she’s always right. She knows what’s best for me, for her friends, for that hobo in the alley, for everyone. Clementine is literally freaking god.
“Your right Clemy, I’m just nervous. What if Blake doesn’t actually like me?” She gave me a soft look, “I saw the way he looked at you, trust me I’m pretty sure he’s at home right now thinking about you.”
I thought about it for a second, what if Blake is thinking about me right now? Are we thinking about each other at the same time?
Blake has to be magical cause he cast a spell on my. My heart races whenever I think about him, my face starts to flush and I get butterflies in my stomach.
I ask Clementine about what I’m feeling, she smiles in response. “That’s love silly. You’re in love.”
I covered my face and thought. Me? In love? W-with Blake?… maybe it’s possible.
His red hair and amazing blueish-grey eyes. His tight shirt making his muscles bulge a bit. He is the epitome of perfection and me… well I’m a five foot three inch French gay boy that loves baking, drawing, and singing…
I guy like me doesn’t deserve him, we’re basically complete opposites. Then like the mind reader she is Clementine responds. “Opposites attract, Oli. Don’t think it could never work out because you’re both very different. He likes you, you have to take a chance. Yes, there will probably be some bumps but no one said love is a straight and smooth road.”
Coming from the girl who has never really dated she’s like Cupid. Well Cupid mixed with Satan, mixed with a primordial goddess, mixed with a Angora cat, and I sprinkle of psychic powers and magic. All that equals Clementine Ilaria De Luca, my best friend who doesn’t know her parents but is extremely rich but if she wants she can also live with her adoptive parents.
As of right now we’re at her adoptive families house. They’re really sweet, father, mother, and son. Meanwhile I have a brother, sister, and mother to get home to and take care of.
I tell Clementine that I have to leave and she waves goodbye and tells me to think with my heart and not my head.
I get home and my little sister Aurélie greets me by jumping on me. “Welcome home Owi!” I hug her tightly and tickle her making her giggle, “I missed you Lili. Where’s Dom?” She points to the lounge, “Dom Dom is there.”
I ruffled her hair and she smiles then goes back to her room and I go to greet my little brother Dominique. He’s reading in the lounge as usually. He looks up and give me a quiet hello.
“Hey Dom, how was your day?” He gives a quiet response, “It was fine…”. Dominique has never been a big talker, he’s really shy but usually just acts distant.
Dominique is only three years younger than me while Aruélie is eight years younger than me.
We were all born somewhere in France because that’s where our mom is from. I was born in her home place of Paris, Dominique in Rouen, and Aruélie in Lyon.
Moms first husband, my father, died before I was born. She was heartbroken for so long but ended up getting engaged to someone else, Dominique’s father.
Before the wedding my mother told him that she was pregnant with Dominique and he just disappeared.
She had to raise two children alone which led to her leave late at night for reasons I still don’t know.
One night she came home crying, I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me then at her belly, she was pregnant with Aruélie.
Aruélie doesn’t know who her father is, not even my mother knows who the father is. It’s still tragic to this day but we love Aruélie nonetheless.
I knock on my mother's door and she tell me to come in softly. She greets me with a hug and kiss on each cheek then guides me to the bed to sit and tell her about my day.
“So, Petit Macaron, how was your day?” Petit macaron, it means little macaron, her nickname for me ever since I was a baby. My favorite food has always and will always be macarons.
My siblings have similar nicknames. Aruélie’s is Petit Gâteau or little cake and Dominique’s is Petite Pêche or little peach.
“It was great Maman Macaron.” Maman Macaron, the nickname only I call her meaning mama macaron. She loves it, she’s always been so caring, taking care of her three children even when she can’t take care of herself.
I laid her down to rest which she protested to but as soon as head hit the pillow she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
After I put Aruélie to bed and Dominique went to sleep I went to bed myself and peaceful dreamed about being saved my a knight and my knight was Blake.
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