Come with me?

It was cold outside. Worse than normal. While I was walking to the only bus stop, my trolley repeatedly getting stuck in the snow, I thought on what I was going to do. I'd everything planned out. Sort of. I'd always loved travelling and now I finally got the change to actually do it. First stop? Amsterdam. City of Tolarance and Acceptance, but most importantly, gay capital city of the world. Where could I better start my my journey than there? Where everyone would accept me as I was? Or at least most of the people. I hoped it didn't matter I couldn't speak a word Dutch, but from what I heard did most people there speak English.
I wanted to see more of Europe, but I had no idea where I would go after Amsterdam. Maybe Paris. Or Berlin. Rome. Barcelona, Madrid. Bruxelles. Choices enough. I was young. I had one million dollar to spend and a high school diploma, so I could go to college whenever I wanted. I never had to come back here. I was free.
I was very close to the bus stop -one corner left- when I heard someone sobbing. I took a look at my watch. 11 o'clock. Who would be on the streets this late in this cold? I realized it came from the bus stop and curiously walked closer. There it was. The source of the sound, sitting by the bus stop. It was a boy, probably fifteen or sixteen years old and crying his eyes out. I'd never seen him before, but still had the feeling I knew him. I walked up to him and sat down next to him in the snow. He fascinated me already. "Hi"

He flinched and looked up. I was looking in the most beautiful eyes ever. He was overall gorgeous. Big chocolate brown eyes, now wet with tears, and velvet brown hair I could imagine tangling my fingers in and love it. Plump lips and a fair, smooth skin. I realized who he was. A Mitchell boy. A son of the man my father hated so much. I'd no idea why, probably because of something stupid like money. I'd always been curious about the Mitchells. I mean, how bad could people be who do so much for the neighbourhood they're living in? How bad could two DOCTORS be? And what I heard about their sons wasn't all that bad either. Apparently the Mitchell brothers are really smart. I wondered which one this one was. I couldn't remember their names, was never interested enough to see who was who, but this one... Damn. I suddenly regretted it that I was leaving. Oh well, the change he was swinging my way was just too small.

"Hi" He said smothered. He quickly whipped his eyes and took my in like I'd done with him. We stared at each other for a good minute, but surprisingly the silent wasn't awkward of uncomfortable. "You're Kendall Knight" He stated. He didn't seem scared or disgustd -or whatever you should feel about someone your parents hate- like I thought he would once he recognized me. It made my heart flutter a bit. Seriously Kendall? You're crushing on a guy you just met?

"And you're... Liam?" I failed to remember anymore of their names, so I hoped this was the right one. All of their names stared with a L, like mine and Katie's started with a K, but I never took the time to remember them. Or figure out which name belonged to which brother.

He chuckled. "No, that's my brother. I'm Logan"

I smiled too. "Well, Logan. Why are you sitting here at the bus stop, crying your eyes out?" I asked curiously.

His head shot up and he looked at the bord that said 'Stop 45'. The look on his face ws quite amusing. "I'd no idea I was sitting at the bus stop" He admitted, surprised about that fact himself.

"Then why were you crying?" I asked again.

"I wasn't-" He stopped when he saw my raised eyebrow. He turned away from me and swallowed thickly. He was clearly fighting more tears. "My parents kicked me out" I was taken aback by that. This boy, probably one of the smartest people ever, was kicked out of his house? Why? Why would you kick out such a... beauty? I would never do that if he had been my kid.

I didn't want to make him tell me things he didn't want to talk about so I said the other obvious thing to say. "My parents kicked me out too" I almost smiled at the memory.

He looked at me weirdly, but his curiosity took over. "Why?"

I hesitated. Did I want to tell him that? Ah, what the heck, I was leaving here in ten minutes anyway. "I'm gay"

His eyes widened and for a moment I thought he was gonna pee his pants and run away, scared to catch aids or something. Then he turned curious again and somewhat interested, but most obivous was the blush that reddened his cheeks. "That's why my parents kicked me out too"

My eyes widened. This Logan figure, who I liked from the moment I saw him, was gay? Why was I suddenly so hopeful? It was not like I was supposed to fall for the first gay guy I met, right? But he... shit. I was really bumped I was about to leave now. "So you're saying, that we were both kicked out, on the same day -probably even the same hour- because of the same reason?" I asked incredulously.

"Uhm. It appears so" He said and smiled a half smile that made my heart melt. He shivered and I noticed for the first time he wasn't wearing a jacket.

"Why the hell aren't you wearing a coast?" I practically yelled. He flinched at hearing my voice so loud. "It's freezing out here!"

"I was kicked out remember? I didn't really have time to grab my jacket" He mumbled bitterly. He looked at my suitcase. "I wasn't as smart as you" He said and nodded to said object.

"Yeah" I muttered. I pulled the zipper of my coat down and took it off. He was eyeing me suspiciously. "Here" I said and handed it to him.

"It's yours. I can't take that. You need it" He sputtered.

"Just take it. I've another one and you have none. It would be a little cruel to let you freeze" I said.

He hesitated, but the cold got the better of him and he took it gratefully. He put it on and made himself a little smaller than he already was. He almost drowned in it now. "Thanks"

"You're welcome"

We sat in silence for a while. Not knowing what to say to someone you just met. I was looking at him again and loved it to see him in my coat. I hated it I had to leave now I finally met someone fun in this boring town and Logan meant already more to me than anyone else I'd ever met. Maybe besides Katie. He was interesting. I wanted to get to know him. "Where are you going?" He asked suddenly.

"What?" I asked confusded.

"You're sitting at a bus stop. Where are you going?"

"Amsterdam"

He smiled. "Gay capital. Good choice"

I surprised even myself with the next question. "Wanna come?"

He was shocked and stared at me with wide eyes. "I- did you... I can't"

"Why? I mean, it's not like you've anything to lose. You're just kicked out of your house and have supposedly nowhere to go. I could use a travel companion" I said.

He seemed tempted. I was glad he realized I was right, but he then shook his head. "I don't have any money. Or clothes, for that matter" He said regretful.

"I've safed about a million dollars on my bank account. I can pay for you" I shrugged. That wasn't such a big deal.

"I can't just let you pay for everything! That's just- I don't know! I don't even know you all that well. I can't accept your offer"

"I would really like it if you came with me, Logan. It's always more fun to share it with someone else" The bus was coming. "C'mon, go with me" He bit his lip while looking at the bus that came closer and stopped in front of us. He was really conflicted. It stopped and I stepped in. "Last change" I said while searching for my wallet extra slowly so he had more time.

"Alright. I'll come" He said and stepped in the moment the bus driver wanted to close the doors. "If you let me pay for our bustickets"

I rolled my eyes, but let him do it and grinned like the chesire cat. "Great"

We sat in the back of the bus. It would take a whole night before we would arrive at the airport. We spent the time talking. I told him about Katie and he told about Liam and Lucas. I noticed how much he loved his family and how he looked up to his brothers, but I guess that's normal when they're older and have accomplished so much. He seemed to regret it he couldn't be more like them, but from what he told I wasn't so sure about him being less than them. He intrigued me. He was fazinating. We talked about our favorite sports and what we wanted to do later. When the subject changed to school I almost fell of my chair when I hear his grades. I was impressed by how much he knew, about literally everything. I was very pleased to hear he could speak Dutch, something that would come in hand when we arrived in the Netherlands.

"See? You can pay me back by translating for me!" I said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I guess" He smiled a little.

"How come you speak it? It's not like we learn it in school or something"

"I've quite a talent when it comes to languages" He mumbled. He was not happy about. I decided to not ruined the mood and go into that later.

"What can you speak then?" I was curious. Again.

"English, obviously. Dutch, French, German ehm... Spanish and Latin. I think that's about it"

"That's it?" I was yelling again. "That are six! SIX! How can you remember all that stuff? Doesn't your head explode?"

He laughed. "It's easy for me. I'm glad I can finally practise a little. I still can't pronounce the 'g' in Dutch"

"Why not?"

"It's not a gee sound, it's more like grrrr"

"That's just weird"

"I know"

We talked for hours, until we reached the airport. We stepped out and I bought us tickets to New York. From there we would go to Amsterdam.

"You need clothes" I decided. "And a suitcase" So we went shopping and passed time with trying all kinds of weird clothes. Logan insisted on buying only cheap stuff. I let him after much protesting. I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. We ate and then it was time to check in and go to the gate. I stepped in the corridor that would lead me to the plane, but after a few steps I realized he wasn't following me. I turned around and saw him hesitating. "What's it?"

"I've never been this far from home before" He said.

I bit my lip and convinced myself it wasn't a good idea to tell him it was no longer his home. "Do you want to stay here?" Please say no and come with me! "I would really like it if you came with me" I heald out my hand. He hesitated. He looked over his shoulder, but then stepped forward and lay his hand in mine.