NOTES: Coming to you with the second chapter guys! As always, thank you to my lovely beta, Josie. You're doing a great job, girl! :)
So I just wanted to tell you that chapters will be in Adam's point of view, but I'm still gonna write those 'POVs' at the beginning of every chapter just in case I'd like to write Tommy's or someone else's point of view someday :) Ok, that's it. Reviews, please! ^_^
Adam's POV
Today was cold. As always in this season. But this year's fall was beautiful. Brown, gold, orange and yellow leaves dancing gracefully on the pavements. Cold wind running through the streets making everybody button up their coats. I had to wake up early to be in the shop on time. I shivered when I felt the wind on my bare skin. My coat was old, covered with holes here and there. After my father. Too big to fit on me. But it didn't matter. It was better than bare shoulders. I just couldn't get a cold. We haven't got any medicines. I could die. I sometimes wonder if that would be a better solution. To just die. But then I see my poor mother's face. All in tears. My father's disappointed expression. Neil's eyes. Lost and determined at the same time. No. I couldn't die. I couldn't leave them on their own. I had to take care of them. I had to work and earn money to buy everything we need to live.
The shop wasn't far away from our place. Just two streets. I opened the door and stepped inside, taking my coat off. 'Good morning, Adam. How are you today?' I heard a quiet voice say.
I turned around to face the small woman. I smiled slightly. 'Morning, Dia. I'm fine.' I said. I couldn't tell her that I wasn't fine. That I was cold because of not having a warm coat. That my mom started coughing last night and I was terrified because it's not warm enough in the apartment for her to get better. It's gonna be even worse because winter is coming. I just couldn't tell her. I had no reason to.
'I'll take care of those boxes. They're too heavy for you and still you're too small to put those things on the shelves. As well as your son.' I wanted to turn around but her voice stopped me.
'Adam. Please…' I looked in her eyes. She was hurt. I hurt her. I knew I did. 'Don't call him like that.' She said even quieter.
'Like what, Dia?' I asked, anger starting to run through my veins. I didn't want to get angry at her. But I just couldn't help it.
'Like he was a dog.' She said, her voice quite louder and stronger now. I sighed. 'I'm sorry, Dia. I just…'
'I know, Adam. I understand, believe me, I do. But please, at least try. You hurt him. He haven't done anything to…'
'He did!' I said, maybe a bit too loud. I hurt her, again. Shit. 'It wasn't him, Adam, you know that. Their…'
'I DIDN'T WANT IT!' I turned to the door of the back room, shock painted on my face. The small blond boy was standing there, fists clenched, hurt and anger in his brown eyes. 'I never asked for this! Stop treating me like I was the one who took your home away from you! I'm sick of trying to deal with you! Why can't you at least accept me?!'He yelled.
I was shocked. I just stood there, looking at him, not knowing what to say. He never stood up for himself before. He never yelled at me. He was always calm, with a light smile on his lips, trying not to take personally my behavior. My hating on him. But now… Now he was standing there like he was ready to punch me in the face. Never mind how bad I wanted to deny it, I somehow started to respect him a bit more. And hate him a bit less. And want him… incredibly more. 'I-I…' I couldn't form any answer, so I just stood there, looking at this beautiful boy.
'Just… quit acting like a bitch to me already.' He said quieter, dropping his gaze on the floor. One part of me wanted to tell him to get the fuck out of here and go to where the hell he came from and give me my old life back. But the other part… The other part of me wanted to go closer, cuddle him, kiss him on the top of his head, telling him that I'm sorry and everything's gonna be alright. The second part won. Well, sort of.
'I… I'm sorry.' I said in a voice a little louder than a whisper. He looked at me surprised.
'You are?' He asked. I forced myself to give him a small nod and then looked away.
'I'm gonna take care of those boxes then.' I said quietly and started working. I heard him standing there for a while, then going back to the back room. I let out a small sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. It shouldn't have happened. I was supposed to hate him with all my heart. Not just hate him partly.
'Adam?' Dia asked so I looked at her. She was holding something. A fabric. 'I made something for you. I thought you would need this.' She smiled a little, giving me the fabric.
I looked at it. It was a coat. A black, button up coat. Warm. 'Dia, I… Thank you. You didn't have to.'
'I know. Come on. Put it on. I have to see if it fits you.' I did. It was perfect. And so warm. 'It's great. Thank you, Dia. I don't know how to thank you…' I said ashamed a bit.
'You don't need to, boy.' She smiled. 'But… You could call him by his name, you know? He would appreciate it. It's not such a big deal…'
'I know. I will.' I said. And I meant it. Calling the blond by his name wasn't a big deal… Well, I could try. It seems that I stuck here with him for God knows how long, so… At least I could start using his name.
'Oh, and in your break, you can take some of the soup from the pot in the back room. You can take it to your house and give it to your family. It's cold outside. It will warm them up.' She smiled and left me alone in the shop. Well, the blond was still in the back room, I guess.
When there was the time for my short break, I went shyly to the back room. I saw the pot on the oven and a metal jug standing on the nearby shelf.
'Go ahead. Don't be so shy.' I heard a soft voice. I turned to the voice's direction. The blond boy was sitting on the pillow, looking at me, a book in his hands. He smiled slightly with the corner of his lips.
'Thanks.' I said smiling a bit at him. I took some of the soup and I wanted to leave but I stopped and looked at the boy again. He looked so adorable and beautiful.
'I'll be back in a half an hour.' He looked at me. 'Okay.' 'I… Thank you, again… Tommy.' I said. He looked me in the eyes with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I gasped slightly.
'No problem, Adam.' He went back to reading his book, smile still on his lips. I wanted to add something, but I didn't actually know what, so I just turned around and went out.
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