Lucas POV
Alberto got up from the floor and walked down the hallway to our room. I wonder if he forgot that we share a room. It seemed like he didn't want to be anywhere near me right now. I looked at the clock, 1:05 am. I'm not even tired, the adrenaline rush is too much. But I figure I should probably get some sleep, I don't really have a choice. Deciding, it's probably best if I give Alberto some space, I walk down the hall to our room.
I creak the door open as quietly as I can and tip toe across the floor. Mid way between my bed and the door, my gaze falls upon Alberto, his chest slowly rising and falling as he sleeps. I can't see his face, he's turned toward the wall, but he looks so peaceful. I love him. I sigh and quickly grab my blanket and pillow from my bed and leave Alberto to slumber alone in our room.
I make my way back out to the couch. The breeze from the window blusters around the room, I curl up in my blanket. The couch is the perfect size for me. Alberto's feet hang off when he lies down, I chuckle thinking of him and how tall he is.
Alberto is definitely the same old boy I met on that island, he hadn't changed much while I was gone. Well, he hadn't changed much on the inside. However, on the outside, that's a whole different story.
I think back to the first time I saw him from getting back from school. We were at the train station and I remember scanning the crowed, looking for my boy but I couldn't find him. My eyes landed on someone who resembled Alberto a bit but I didn't think much of it, that couldn't be him. But, as I got a closer look and I realized the person I was looking at was in fact Alberto, he was screaming my name and I would know that voice anywhere.
His jaw line was much more defined than it had been nine months ago. His curls were shorter and a bit fluffier. He actually had muscles he could flex now instead of just flexing his skin and bones like he always used to. It must be from all the work he's done with Massimo because he was now ripped as some would say. His voice was huskier, much deeper. But what got me the most was his height, Alberto must have grow at least five inches, if not more. He towered over me at least six inches.
I feel my eyelids begin to get heavy. I can feel that I am on the verge of sleep. I surrender to the feeling. I doze off thinking about Alberto, just like every other night, but this time in a new light.