"I love you
for all that you are,
all that you have been,
and all you're yet to be."
carry- (v.) support and move (someone or something) from one place to another.
"Javi, hurry up." Kevin grunted from the other end of the dresser that he and Javi were carrying up the stairs. It was starting to get heavy and it really didn't help that Kevin was the one walking backwards.
"I'm going as fast as I can, Kevin. Jeez," Javier panted, feeling just as worn out as his friend was from the first half of steps they already scaled.
Kevin grunted as he painfully clipped his ankle on a the step, "We could ask my Dad." He offered.
Javier shook his head, "He's always too busy for your 'stupid questions'. What makes you think he'll help now?"
Kevin looked away from his friend with a small shrug of his shoulders, "This isn't for me though so it's not pointless, -"
Javier abruptly dropped his side of the dresser causing Kevin to follow suit with a surprised but muted yelp. Javier narrowed his eyes at Kevin and said, "Stop." He shook his head, "Just because your father doesn't care about something doesn't mean it's pointless. If you like it, then screw everyone else, Kev, especially him." He scoffed, "My father left me when I was three and yours couldn't care less about you. Do you know what that means?"
Kevin traced his finger along the top of the dresser and remained quiet.
Javier was not going to give up that easy, "Kevin," He repeated his best friend's name with more force behind the word, begging him to listen to what he had to say, "Do you know what that means?"
Kevin finally looks with a shrug of his shoulders, "No."
"It means that we don't need our Daddies to come help us. They weren't there for us, never were, but we still turned out great. So fuck them." Javier smirked lightly. "We'll get this friggin' dresser into Mama's bedroom without them just like we've gone our first 15 years of our life without them."
Javier was glad to see a small smile etch on Kevin's face as they finished the last of their climb. Soon enough they were setting the large piece of furniture across from Momma Esposito's bed as she thanked them, "Thank you so much, boys. I knew you two could get it up here for me."
Javier exchanged a satisfied smile with Kevin before turning back to his mother, "Thanks, Momma, Kevin made me practically drag the thing up the stairs by myself but we managed."
"Hey," Kevin pouted from his side of the dresser. His eyes locked with Momma Esposito's and he knew that she knew her son fibbed by the slight smile she gave him.
"Go help yourselfs to the cookies I made for you two, they're on the kitchen table." She rubbed the top of Kevin's head before the boys had a chance to race each other to the mouth watering snacks.
She smiled as she watched her boys shove each other down the steps; grateful that they had found each other to fill the holes in their hearts.