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My Sweet Little Pain


"I'm sorry boys. I just don't think that is a good idea."

I roll my eyes, happy for the first time I was in the back of the room and nobody was paying attention to me. Except for a certain falcon, that is. I'm not sure how Bryan does it but, even if his eyes are staring casually at Spencer and that chubby old man (what was his name again? Diberson?), I can still feel those sharp irises digging holes on the back of my head.

"But sir, it's the logical solution!" – Spencer tries to keep his ground but it's not working well. Truth be told, none of us is particularly good at convincing people with just words – "Except for Ian, we're all orphans so why not put us together?"

"Because you're all traumatized kids that can't be left without supervision." – the blond woman says, like a parent would do to a particularly stubborn kid. Why the All Stars' coach is here to begin with is beyond me.

"We are not kids!" – Spencer hissed. For a brief second I thought if he would lose his temper (something unheard for all of us). If that was the case, should I stop him? I mean, even after all the hospital mess, I was still captain, right?

Yet, for some unexplainable reason, I knew it wouldn't be up to me to stop my blond friend.

"You are. You just don't want to admit it."

"Jude is right, my boy. Given the last…occurrences I can't let you go without supervision, let along to live together."

It was my time to snap. Clenching my teeth, I readied my body to stand. I didn't know what to say, they all thought I was suicidal, but I'd say something. I have to.

Thankfully or not, someone beat me on that.

"You saying adults don't try to kill themselves?" – Bryan's voice was deep and sharp like his eyes, cutting through man and woman alike.

I try my best not to smile.

"It's not like that." – Jude seemed a little taken aback by the statement, even if her voice kept the annoying motherly tone – "It's…"

"We can't live with anyone else. We're too screwed and you know it." – Bryan shock his head and I pitied the 'adults' for been stupid enough to make him this talkative – "Put us with any guardian you want, the bastard will be shooting his own head by the end of the week. That or I'll just do it myself. So why don't you shut up and do things our way?"

"Because we can help you." – the chubby man said without hesitation but his eyes betrayed him, changing from Bryan to Spencer to me to any other person in the room that wasn't my beloved thorn master.

"Nobody can help us. Besides, what's the point anyway? I'm eighteen, Spencer's nineteen and Ian is already going to live with his parents so why bother?"

For a second everybody seemed to have held his breath, even if each one of us was doing his or her best to mask it. Nobody had said my name yet, but I couldn't decide if it was a good or a bad thing. Even if I was the reason of this mess, it still feels like I was left behind, completely excluded from the conversation and near future.

However, before I could make up my mind, Judy spoke once more.

"You may think you can live by yourselves but there's no possible way you can take care of Tala." – the blond woman glanced at me briefly – "He needs support, real help."

"Real?" – Spencer seemed to have found his voice, cause he was hissing on the next second – "We're his team! Who better than us to help him?"

"Oh, for God's sake! You are just kids!" – the blond insisted. I clenched my teeth, rising from my chair and standing, head high and proud. I was done with being silent. They couldn't talk about me, about my destiny, like I wasn't in the room!

"Shut up!" – I all but groaned, letting the ice out. It wasn't as overwhelming as before but still it was more than a normal person could handle – "I made a stupid mistake, I'll give you that, but we're a team and will live as one. Don't like it, try to stop us, lady."

That said I turned, storming out of the room. I still got to hear Bryan's next words though.

"Tala won't hurt himself. I won't let him." – it was little more than a whisper yet I felt on the edge, like a blade was hovering near my neck – "But if you send anyone to babysit us I'll send them back in pieces."

I smiled, proud of my beloved falcon. There should be probably a thousand questions any normal person would be dying to ask after such display, especially from someone so silent. Yet, when Spencer and Bryan catch up with me, there was just one thing I wanted to ask.

"Are you really eighteen?"

Brian blinked, caught off guard for a moment, before smirking.

"Does it matter?"

Only later I would come to know he had just turned sixteen.

-x-

I couldn't believe my eyes.

It wasn't the size. Hell, I grew up in an Abbey and this place wasn't near as big. It could be the neighborhood, no condors but no junkies passing out on the street either. It could also be the old woman walking her dog or the smell of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner or any other of the thousand motives of why this place was so different from what I was used to (therefore a thousand times better). But the truth is, I couldn't care less about the size or the neighborhood, the bakery or the people in the street, no.

Cause I was in front of a house. A small but two stored, dull green house with a ridiculous sign of "on sale" under an even more ridiculous sign of "sold".

"How? "

Bryan just shrugged, like it was something simple and unworthy of my question.

"Dad's old safety was still full."

I shake my head, a smile on my lips. All this time I thought you had abandoned me and you were buying us a house.

"There's only one problem. "

I blink, my happy bubble exploding and sending me back to Earth.

"What problem?" – I try not to sound too panicked, even if my mind is already forming a pretty bad scenario. Cause none of us have jobs, at least not official, get-paid-every-month jobs. I guess we could still get paid if we keep on being Russia's official team but the World tournament had just ended, traditionally starting the low season.

Bryan smirks.

"There are just two bedrooms."

It took me two seconds to realize what he meant. By them I was smirking too.

"Spencer will hate us." – I say, without a single drop of worry.

"Well, he can always move."