A/N: Since there's not enough Jeffbastian fics on this website, I found it to be much needed for me to write a fluffy, romantic multi-chapter fic. The story behind this is that while I was on this prompt generator site, the first prompt it gave me was "If I were a superhero, I would be..." and it happened to inspire me. I decided to try and incorporate a superhero in every chapter (guess which hero is mentioned in this chapter ;) ). So here's the first chapter of If I Were a Superhero.
A little boy would have never known what on earth he would be doing in the next ten years or so. A little boy would never find the time to just sit down and think about the future. Think about the job he would have. The person he'll marry. The house he'd live in. The life that he would have forever but had never thought about.
A little boy's life held so many things that were much more important than a random moment of contemplation. A little boy would never let those important things go to waste, untouched and unlived.
A little boy of seven years old was running. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was going as far as his little legs would bring him. He was scared. The sounds of his parents' screams were the only things he heard in his head. They were angry. So angry, and that scared him. Things were being shattered. Plates, glasses, his seven-year-old mind couldn't tell exactly. But the things they were saying shook his little body with tremors of fear.
And the fear he was feeling made him run. That was the only thing that seven-year-old had thought of. Run. Run away. He just didn't want to stay in the house that held a family that was beginning to fall apart.
He hated that his parents fought. They fought almost every single night, and that was really getting to the young boy. The small family of three, for the past five years, was slowly being torn at the seams, and tonight was the final blow. The final moment that brought the destruction of what everyone thought was the perfect little family.
The little boy continued to run as fast as he could. His chest and legs were burning, but that didn't stop him from running. Mommy and Daddy had always told him how stubborn he was. He continued to pump his little legs as far as they could take him.
Big, fat, hot tears rolled down his cheeks, angry with himself, angry with his parents, angry at the world. Why did all the bad things have to happen to him? So much anger and sadness filled the little boy's body as he gradually slowed to a walk, and then, completely to a stop.
He abruptly wiped the tears away from his face, not noticing that he stopped in front of a tree where a little boy his age sat, playing with his superhero action figures. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He was panting and sobbing loudly, causing his head to grow light.
The boy under the tree tilted his head, curiously at the other, a shock of blond hair falling into his eyes. He frowned, noticing that the boy with brown hair was crying. He hated seeing people cry. It just made him really sad. It wasn't fair that other people could be so sad, when there were others who were always so happy. Everyone should be happy. Because that's what his mommy told him. People should be happy, not sad.
With that thought in mind, the blond-haired boy got up from the ground, his Captain America action figure dangling from a dainty fist. He cautiously made his way towards the crying boy with a small frown forming on his face.
"Why are you crying?" He asked; his voice so soft and quiet, he thought the other boy didn't hear him.
The brown-haired boy almost jumped in surprise when he heard an unfamiliar voice ring in his ears. His red-rimmed eyes widened at the other boy in front of him.
"Why are you crying?" The blond boy asks once more, the expression on his face showing genuine curiosity. His big, chocolate brown eyes, filled with so much concern and worry, stare up at the taller boy before him, but still, once again he never gets the answer he was hoping for. The other boy stares at him blankly, blinking and unresponsive.
The blond quirked a mouth to the side and shrugged. "Oh, nevermind. It's okay. You don't have to tell me. I'll just give you hug instead," he said softly, a sweet smile gracing his lips, before his arms were around the taller boy in an instant. Although he felt the brown-haired boy stiffen underneath his touch, he didn't think too highly of it. He just hugs the other boy tighter, his smile widening. "Mommy says that hugs make everything better," he explains further, not seeming to want to let go, his action figure falling to the ground, in an attempt to hug the boy much more comfortably.
The brown-haired seven-year-old thought this to be quite random. The tears had finally stopped, and his breathing had gone back to normal. He didn't know why hugging this blond felt so nice. It was quite wonderful. Maybe he was right after all. Maybe hugs did make everything better. Maybe he did need one.
"I'm Jeff! What's your name?" The blond looked up at the taller boy with wide, twinkling eyes, his arms unwrapping from the unnamed boy.
"Sebastian," the seven-year-old boy introduced himself, quite shyly, scuffing his worn-out shoes on the ground.
Jeff's face broke out into a toothy grin. "Sebastian? Like in the Little Mermaid?" He giggled, hiding his mouth behind his chubby fingers. The brown-haired boy just smiles, the excitement of the blond being incredibly contagious, and he couldn't help but think that Jeff was really cute. Jeff did have really pretty hair.
"But can I just call you Sebby?" Jeff asks, his face brightening in hope and enthusiasm.
Sebastian hated being called anything other than Sebastian or Seb, but he just couldn't say no to the other boy. He nods in response, a soft "okay" leaving his lips, a giggle soon following after. He then felt a hand tugging his own and saw that it was Jeff's.
"Let's be best friends, okay?"
Sebastian didn't know that that single sentence would be the best thing that had ever happened to him.
A/N: Reviews are most definitely welcome :)