Yeah, a new chapter updated.
I'm really sorry, that it's taken me this long; I've been working on other fics.
But, I think I'm kinda getting into this one, now.
Anyway, let's get on with the story.
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Please, R&R.
Don't Tell Me You Love Me: Chapter 2- Memories
Davis' mum's POV;
Davis has always been introverted, ever since he was young. He thinks I don't notice his best attempts of singing his favourite love songs, when he's in his room; he must think that nobody can hear him. If I was ever to ask him about this, however, his face would turn cherry-red, and he would probably get out of it by pouting, and denying the whole thing. That's what I love about him; he always makes me laugh, just like his father did.
His father, Elliot, died three years ago. The news hit the family hard, but I think that Davis had the worst of it; he hardly ever spoke, and wouldn't eat anything. If you've heard of the expression, 'mummy's boy', well, Davis was definitely a 'daddy's boy'. Elliot was a fireman, and he always used to take Davis down to the station. Davis would ask him every day, without fail; he would ask him; "Do you know what I want to be when I'm older, daddy?" Elliot would know the answer the first time, but after hundreds of days; he definitely did, though he still asked. And everyday Davis' answer would be the same; "A fireman, just like you"
I didn't mind that Elliot was the obvious favourite of our son, what 9-year-old wouldn't want their dad to be a fireman? After the death, Davis became even more introverted; though I knew how much he missed his Dad, I never saw a single tear fall from his eyes. I had to remain strong, but Davis was always a better actor than me; I knew how much he wanted to cry, but he was strong, he grew closer to me, and tried his best to comfort me, when I needed it. Davis' attempts of making me feel better, telling me that everything was going to be alright; I knew these words tasted bitter in his mouth, but he still remained strong, still remained telling me those lifeless words.
I was really the only person he ever spoke to; he had told me that he didn't want to go to 'big school' in fear that all of the other kids will make fun of him, for not having a Father. I reassured him; I didn't want him to be afraid of anyone. Anyway, I shouldn't have worried; because an unexpected character change happened to Davis, after a few years in 'big school' If I asked him to do something that he would of gladly done, without any need of negative words normally; it would now take him weeks to do something that would normally take him minutes. He wasn't bad-behaved, however, he was just misunderstood, and I loved him, no matter what.
I don't know who Davis talks to in school, or how many friends he has, but I've met one. There was a period when this friend came 'round to the house quite regularly. T.K, I think his name was; I used to love it when he came, it made me laugh so much. Every time, without fail, T.K and Davis would put their hands on the television remote, the window sill, or the wall, at the same time, and of course would both pull away, blushing uncontrollably. If I was in the same room, I would have to make some obviously illegitimate excuse to leave the room, the boys, however, would believe me, because they were too preoccupied with trying to avoid each other's occasional glances. Once out of the room, I would start laughing, holding my stomach, trying to retain some oxygen.
That brings me to today; I've just been out with some of my childhood friends, at a school reunion. I left Davis by himself at home, I asked him before, though, and he said that it'd be okay. So here I am, inserting the key into my house's lock, waving to my friend's car, which held not just one, but all of my friends. I was the first to be dropped off, because I lived the closest. I saw the car disappear into the distant darkness, into the midnight horizon. I turned the brass key, and opened the old door.
Davis' mother immediately noticed her son, asleep at the dining table, his head buried within his folded arms. A look of confusion mixed with concern grew upon the woman's face; she slowly walked toward Davis, and started softly stroking his back. Auburn eyes sleepily open, and Davis, feeling his mother's touch, quickly sat up. "Kari" The excited Davis spoke, though the excitement was soon replaced with embarrassment, when he saw who it was. "What's all this, Davis" The curious woman asked, her hands now gesturing toward the romantic set up of the dining table. "Have you, had a girl 'round" Davis' mother continued, before the red-haired boy could say anything, she grinned, profusely.
"No...She didn't arrive" Davis spoke seriously, his tone created the image that he didn't care. "Oh" Is all his mother could say. "Do you want to talk about it" She asked, though already contemplating for herself what happened. "No, it's no big deal, right?" Davis tried to joke; he stood and began to walk toward his bedroom. "Thanks for asking, though" He smiled gratefully toward his mother, emphasising his happiness the best he could. "Night, Mum" Davis had already entered his room, when he shouted this through his now closed door. "Good night, Davis"
Davis' mum's POV;
How many times does he need to get hurt, before he finds someone who will love him back? He deserves it, more than anyone. I know that he may come across sometimes as someone who is; stubborn, arrogant, or even idiotic. But Davis isn't perfect, no one is; everyone has their flaws, people just seem to notice Davis' more than their own. And it isn't fare. I don't know how Davis copes sometimes, it must drive him crazy; I could never do what he does, keep trying, I mean. But I know that, if he does, then, one day, maybe one day soon, he will find his true love. I am positive of this. And when he does, he will never have to be sad, ever again.
That's the end of the chapter, thanks for reading.
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