Chapter 19
The sun’s shining through the gap in my curtain was enough to wake me up, I can’t sleep if there is light in my room. I slowly open my eyes to reveal a face laying only inches from mine, I don’t flinch but open my eyes wider to reveal a still sleeping Myles. His eyes are closed softly, and his lips are slightly opened, his curls fell onto his forehead, and I reach out and push some back behind his ear.
I still can’t believe that him and I are friends. He is so handsome and talented, I never thought I would have a chance. But yet here I am, laying next to him after our late-night watching movies. Myles shifts under the covers and hums softly. He opens his eyes lightly and we lock our gaze.
“Morning sunshine, how are ya?” I whisper to him as he moves the rest of his hair off his forehead. He reaches his arms out for a hug, I can’t decline.
“I’m ok, tired but that’s a given. what about you?” His morning voice made my stomach flip.
“Same. Wanna stay here a bit? I’m to tired to move yet.” I mumble into his chest. I could feel him nod against the top of my head. At peace is all I feel while I stay wrapped in his arms. I don’t care how late it is, I never wanna move again, I feel invincible with him.
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The end of term is near, exams and assessments are easing up as the countdown begins for those excited to leave at the end of the week. As usual I spent most of my time with Myles and no time with Grace. I wish Myles would take me home with him because I don’t wanna go back to the place I should call my home.
“Please, take me with you. I’ll do anything, I don’t wanna go back.” I whine to Myles while I sit on his bed watching him pack some of his essentials into his suitcase. He turns to me with his hands on his hips and an eyebrow raised.
“You know the answer. I wish I could, but your father will kill you if you don’t come home. You have my number so call or message me whenever you need. Mama and I are doing nothing for the holidays, oh, maybe you could visit us for a couple of days. Its only a half hour drive from our houses.” Myles takes his desk chair and sits across from me. He sits his hands in his lap and offers me a sympathetic smile.
“Maybe. I don’t even wanna look at my father, he is such a prick. He’ll probably lock me in the house for the two weeks.” I put my head into my hands and chuckle. There was nothing funny about it because I know my father will lock me in the house and bore me to death with his lectures on how to be a better son. I could feel Myles’s fingers tug at my hands still over my face, he holds my hands tightly.
“Promise me, you’ll call me if you need me, or just to talk, or just… anything. Just call me, I will have my phone on at all times so if you call, I will be there.” His eyes are locked with mine, he speaks with a strong but also gentle tone. I can’t help but smile at him. He always knows how to make me feel better.
“Come on, I’m done here. I’ll help you pack.” He stands up and still holding my hands, pulls me up so I’m standing only a couple inches from him. I reach out and wrap my hands around his waist, he puts his arms around my neck, and I hug him tight. We walk out to his balcony and jump over to mine, enter through my door, start packing my stuff into a backpack. I don’t pack much so it is easier to leave when I want to escape from my father and Grace.
This week’s lessons were mainly for students to work on other subjects or just do nothing. Art was the best because Myles and I decided to draw each other. His sketch was incredible, it has so many details even the tiny mole that sat just to the side of my right eyebrow. Mine definitely didn’t look as good, but it wasn’t the worst.
On Wednesday afternoon Myles and I went for a walk back to the lake in the forest I took my camera with me and took heaps of photos of Myles jumping over tree roots, standing next to the lake, and lying in the grass. They were photos I’m gonna print out for both of us to keep.
Before we knew it students were reunited with their parents and leaving for the holidays. I sit next to Myles on the front steps of the school building, dreading the thought of how my father is going to react when I get home. Grace being Grace told my father about Myles and I received a message from him this morning explaining that we needed to talk as soon as I got home. I know to well that that conversation is going to be a breaking point no matter how hard I try to control it.
“This one’s for me.” Myles stands up breaking my train of thought and I follow him across the path where a middle-aged woman stands with a big smile on her face when she see’s us coming.
“Ah, my precious boy! Mi sei mancanta!” The woman reaches out and presses her hands onto Myles cheeks. Myles pulls her into a hug and when she opens her eyes they light up and she pulls away and shuffles towards me next.
“Aha, you must be Luke, correct? I’m Amore, Myles’s mother. He’s told me a lot about you, sei cosi affascinante!” His mum pulls me into a tight hug, I look over to see Myles smiling dorkily at his mama.
“Mama, leave the poor boy alone. And he doesn’t speak Italian.” Myles comes to the rescue.
“Oh, that’s ok I’ll teach him! Please say you’ll come visit us sometime soon Luke.” Amore’s smile hasn’t left her face since she saw us.
“I’ll do my best Amore.” I reply with a smile to them both.
“Oh, my boy, call me mama!” She scoots over to her son and wraps her arms around his waist. I can’t help but nod and chuckle a little. Amore is quite short, she measures up to Myles’s mid chest, but he definitely got his looks from her, their skin tone and hair are almost identical.
“LUKE! Let’s go!” I turn at the screeching voice behind me, Grace is tapping her foot with her arms crossed next to one of my fathers’ black cars.
“I’ve gotta go, I’ll do my best to visit soon.” I lunge forwards and hug Myles tightly; he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck. He knows how bad I don’t wanna go. I give Amore a hug and turn to Grace, I grab my backpack straps and walk towards the car to take me back to the dreary place they call home. Grace shuffles into the car and I take one last sorrowful glance at Myles and give a small wave before leaning into the backseat of the car.
It will be a while till I see the handsome boy from the art room again.
(I apologise of the Italian is wrong, I’m learning basics atm and used google translate. Feel free to correct it in the comments.)
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