Once Father and I arrived back home, the rest of the day passing by as slowly as it did other days. By the time night had fallen? The sight of Dad and Father's romantic antics of joking with one another and Father constantly rose onto his tippy toes to place a kiss on Dad's chin only serving to make me scoff and roll my eyes, once I had found a moment to intervene? Dad had quickly re-braided my hair before he had sent me off to bed.
Yet...upon closing my door, giving my parents one more wave goodnight as I did so, it didn't take me long to start whistling to myself before I took out some stored snacks from an extra slot in my drawer.
Crackers, a water bottle, and some candy.
My secret friend was a lover of junk food, said that the taste of candy was like fireworks lighting up in his mouth compared to what he usually ate.
Maybe I was a bad friend for not stopping him, trying to offer him something better instead of candy and all that crap.
For each time he came over?
He looked more dead to the eye than he did the last. Pale skin and eyes like a predator looking at its last chance for food.
But, who was I to try and convince him? He only denied my offer each time I tried to get him something else.
“Sleep well, Fidel,” I whispered to myself as I took a quick peek out the window, Fidel sleeping somewhere within the thick leaves of the tree outside before I went to grab my guitar.
I wished I was able to play louder music. Like rock for example! The countrysides where I lived was only taking a toll on how I played, each strum I made sounding more and more country than the last while my humming made me feel as if I should pluck a piece of grass from the ground and stick it in my mouth.
I liked the quietness of the house but rock music had more...excitement to it? Life and energy.
Suddenly though, once a few more minutes went back, I had turned my head to the sound of someone knocking on my window. I cocked a brow with a small smile as I recognized the face.
Dilion.
He had told me his family was doing some important business though he never specified what it was exactly.
He had shaggy-dyed white hair, some of it covering his heterochromia eyes as it just barely covered the green and red orbs.
Though we had never stood side by side, I could reckon we were the same height as we had the same figure.
He had pale skin, a trait my Dad had always considered odd the second I dared to describe him in passing one time but...the detail that left us in the situation of only being able to meet at the later hours at night was the black snake tattoo on his neck, not to mention, his name. I scoffed at the memory, I was smart enough at the time to not let Dilion meet my parents in person just in case something went wrong and something indeed went wrong!
Deceitful is what Dad had told me his name had meant, but that didn’t mean it defined him!
And the tattoo? That was the final nail in the coffin with my parents.
“Well, look who’s finally back after all these weeks, what took you so long?” I chuckled as I opened my window, Dilion letting out a snort as he crawled in.
“I had to hide from your crazy guard bird! I don’t understand why he doesn’t like me!” Dilion laughed, causing me to quickly shush him.
The guy really needed to learn how to whisper!
“Sorry, sorry...” He said before I let out a tired sigh.
“Anway, I keep telling you to give him some type of treat, he’s probably just scared of you,” I said as I went back to tuning my guitar, causing Dilion to begin wandering around my room.
“Nah...darn bird will still hate me even then,” Dilion grumbled.
“You have so many weird and foreign symbols...”
I looked up, watching how Dilion inspected a golden marking on my wall. A sun with twelve arrows pointing towards it.
“What’s this mean?”
“It means ‘aim for the light’, twelve is my Dad’s number since he was formerly going to be the 12th leader of his tribe,” I explained, the look of surprise contorting his face a little making me snicker.
“Woah! Didn’t know your Dad was an Indian-”
Indian wasn’t...exactly the right word but, then again, he wasn’t Native American. A foreigner from somewhere completely out of this world.
From my Dad’s words at least.
“-Then again, I suppose I should’ve taken a guess due to the wall markings.” Dilion chuckled, the sight of him going over to my desk to then pick up a photo making me narrow my eyes.
I’ve had my fair share of curious friends but Dilion? Each time he was around, it was as if everything was new. Surely, he must’ve had a computer at home or at least something remotely electronic.
“Are these your friends?” He asked before he showed me the photo, causing me to get up to take a better look. A girl with a peachy skin tone and shoulder-length brown hair, me in the middle and another girl with darker brown skin like my Dad’s and waist-length black hair with bangs that covered her eyes.
“They are.”
"You mentioned them before, Eos and Sayri?"
Slowly but surely, a faint smile started to creep onto my face.
I missed those two.
But, I knew better than to stay at that 'school'.
I could only hope they left as well.
“Well, that explains why you’re shy around guys, I could’ve sworn you were gay. Though...your Dads mostly made me think that one.”
I narrowed my eyes, I enjoyed his...open nature. But, that didn’t give him a reason to talk out of his ass constantly. Those moments...those were the moments where I even wondered why I became friends with him in the first place. Lonely and bored were the first reasons that came to mind but...even then? It wasn’t an excuse to tolerate some of the more ignorant crap he’s said.
I always appreciated blunt people but him? He was the stupid kind.
“I’m not shy, I’m reserved,” I grumbled, taking the photo out of his hands before I set it back onto my desk.
“Besides, just because my Dads are gay doesn’t mean I am. Can’t even be sure what I am.” I grumbled.
“I know, I know, I was kidding man.” Dilion chuckled, slapping a hand on my shoulder before he went to go sit down on my bed.
“Though I will say one more thing-”
I rolled my eyes.
“-And that’s that I think it’s pretty controlling of your parents to never let you venture away from home.”
“There’s a dangerous cult lurking around the area, it's kind of expected for them to worry. I’m not reckless like you are.”
“But isn’t your other Dad an explorer? He’s been in all sorts of danger, what’s one cult going to do?” He continued to argue while I scoffed and crossed my arms.
Clearly, his family didn’t have news at their house either, the cult was rumored to be cannibalistic and attacked on sight! My father was an explorer but even he was cautious of simple acts such as driving to work or mowing the lawn!
He wasn’t going to try and bulldoze his way through danger if it wasn’t worth it.
He didn’t want to bring attention. But, strangely enough, that only makes me have more respect for Dilion in a way. He wasn’t afraid of danger nor death; he faced the possibilities with a fire in his heart.
Admittedly though, that fire was completely capable of killing him.
Nonetheless, I shook my head. “This one cult can turn me into a human salad, I’m not fond of the idea of someone pouring ranch on me.” I sighed.
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