Chapter 5: The Gifted

A/N: On the side bar is Nathaniel Sherman, as NERO HYLE POSEY.

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Chapter 5

Mickey 'Mike' Hollister

The Gifted

Brad and I are stuck in a house. There's no school today. My friends are, it feels like, miles apart away from me. New house sucks. Moving in another house is another bitch. Good thing I have me own entertainment. It's Brad. He took a bath himself, with me inside the bathroom because I was washing my face, and he was a complete mess. There were times that he had put a bubble in his eyes and got blinded, and there were times that there were still soaps and bubbles on his back. He couldn't reach his back and rub it. I asked him if he needed a help, but he just declined, said he could do it himself. So I waited. Then after 10 minutes, he gave up and asked for my help. I hid a laugh and nodded at him, then I rubbed his back, with a massage. He was feeling like he's in heaven, according to him.

After that, he began to run around the room, naked. I was laughing so hard I couldn't shut my mouth, much more, I couldn't control myself. This kid is the death of me. I swear.

"Where's your father?" Brad asks me as I run my hands through his brown hair. I look at Brad helplessly. He said he wanted to share his bed with me, and that he can't sleep without his father by his side.

"He's somewhere far," I reply whisperly, looking anywhere but him. I don't want Brad to see how much I long for me father's care. "Bummer. But in a month, I'd see him again."

"Oh, what's bummer?" He asks me in a cute, little, sleepy voice. I brush his bangs away from his forehead. "Your accent is different. I can't understand you when you speak faster. Where are you from?"

"I... am... from another world," I say, barely above a whisper. I say it in his ear and he chuckles. "It's far. So far even the creators of the map couldn't draw it."

"Really?" He asks me excitedly, but his sleepyness is taking over. "Could you bring me there one day?"

"Yes, I will." I promise, putting my finger on my chest, where my heart is placed, crossing it. He smiles at me and shuts his eyes peacefully, yawning as he puts his hands beneath his cheek.

Getting out of his bed, I yawn and rub my eyes, deciding I should brush my teeth first before getting to sleep. There are two bathrooms in this house. One from the master bedroom, which is me Mom and Eros' room, and the other bathroom is at the end of the hallway, near their room.

As I brush my teeth slowly (I always want my teeth so clean and white, who doesn't?), I hear a familiar voice screams, his voice trying to fill the house with an ear smashing scream. It makes me flinch, and my heart beats faster out of nervousness. Brad could be getting murdered there. I must do something. Quickly, I gargle and spit the water and run at the hallway to Brad's room, but before that, my whole body and face end up knocking the other larger frame, and that takes my air away out of me lungs. As we land on the ground, my teeth land on the larger frame's neck, and from the feeling of the large body, from his muscles to feet, I can tell that it's a man. We knocked. The man moans and when I open my eyes, I realize the human I got bumped with is no other than Eros. The Eros Dylan Donovan. The one and only. Me mom's boyfriend. Me mom's soon to be husband. Ew.

He opens his eyes, and when his brown eyes meet mine, I suddenly feel the hot temperature of my surroundings. It makes me inside feel fuzzy and warm. Brad screams again, and that's enough to make me brain function properly and me eyes look at the direction of our room. I roll off on him, stand up, and run into our room, busting in. When we get there, Brad is on top of the bed, draped around him is the thick duvet.

"What happened?" We, Eros and I, said simultaneously. We look at each other, then back at Brad.

"Oh, I only fell on the bed." Brad chirps, giggling. "I was rolling over the bed, then I fell. My left arm hurts." Exhaling from relief, I take a seat on his bed and ruffle his hair.

"What about the second scream? You fell twice?" Eros asks Brad, his voice still full of worry and concern. I look at him, and now do I notice that he's wearing his cop uniform.

His uniform is quite fit on him, revealing his muscles and the curve of his body, which is a Cola botte shape, but in a manly way. His black shoes are practically shining and his trouser hugs his legs, every muscle of it, tightly. The badgers on his shirt and his belt are quite gorgeous as it sparkles with proudness. From the looks of him wearing his uniform, he's a no ordinary policeman.

"Oh that," Brad giggles again, his eyes shutting as he gives as a crooked smile.

"Yeah that," Eros mocks, arching a brow, waiting for Brad's answer.

"I think I saw a spider lurking in our room, or in our house." Brad states, looking around the room. "Do spiders as good as Spiderman? Do they help people? But the little spiders are kind of scary and terrifying. They are not cute like Spiderman. And they are ugly. Mike, do little spiders can hear us? They could make a plan and take me tonight. Can you stay in my bed?"

Chuckling, ruffling his hair, I say, "One at a time, buddy. Yes, they help, you know, by eating the pests and insects. I agree with you, they are not cute but scary and terrifying and ugly. Yes, they do hear us, but they don't understand our language. Plus, I'm speaking so fast, right? You can't quite understand me when I speak so fast, right? And, last, you're a big boy now, but tonight is an exception, so I'll stay in your bed."

Eros sighs, shaking his head. "Okay, I'm just going to take a shower and I'll sleep. Mike, just a little reminder, Brad is always move-y as he sleeps."

Nodding, Eros turns on his heels, shutting the door as he passes through the door. The room is now filled with darkness, the only supply of light is from the night light outside, from the moon and stars.

Laying on his back, Brad curls beside me and puts his head on my arm, draping his arm over my torso. He sure likes to snuggle. Hugging him, I can now hear the soft hum of his breath. I watch him and see that his eyes are now shut, his thumb inside his mouth. Brad is still a baby. Chuckling, I kiss his forehead and run my fingers through his dark hair.

"Da," Brad says groggily. I look at him, furrowing my brows. I thought he's sleeping? His eyes are still shut. Is he awake? "Da, Mike... Mike is good... I approve of him to... to be my brother. I... think he's my... he's my idol, but don't... don't tell this on him... He's my..." He sleep talks! He talks when he sleeps. So I'm his idol, ha. Smiling, I hug him tighter and put the thick duvet on top of us, shutting my eyes as I pray.

Eros and Brad are now part of me life, but that doesn't change me decisions. When I turn 18, I will leave this house, I will leave Mom, Brad and Eros, to move into me father's house. The reason why I only agreed with Mom's because she threated me. In less than one month, I will have my freedom. The chains around my neck will loosen and break when I turn 18.

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"Sam, you're being unfair." Jeric says as he sends Sam a death glare. They are playing cards. Our group has new members. And guess who they are; it's Beau, Rob, Derek, Ashton, Kaila (she's the only girl!), Gloss, and Gloss' other friends. Noah and Gloss are still lovey-dovey with each other, stealing kisses here and there. John and Ashton are making out. In front of us. It's kind of weird to see John, the was once a player, is making out with a guy, and in a relationship with a guy, much less, in love with a guy. Then there's Nero who, I think, has a thing for Derek. He's just in denial. I think he can't accept the fact that he's turning gay. Or he's really gay. Beau's attention is now focused on Rob. One of Gloss' best friends.

Looking at Gloss, I still have the guilt. I was one of the reasons why he got in an accident. If I didn't tell him, support Noah by telling a complete lie, the accident wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have forgotten Noah (but I'm glad his memories came back!). And mostly, his love for Noah wouldn't have been in risk. He nearly forgot his love for Noah.

"That's cheating," Kevin says. Collins laughs at him and blows him a kiss. Another gay couple. Kevin and Collins are getting cheesy everyday. They are so in love with each other they would grab each other's butt anywhere and everywhere. They would make out everywhere. And not to mention they always throw sexual remarks to each other. "You're cheating, Sam."

Standing up, I leave them in their mini game, which is playing cards, and go in a secluded place. It's the garden of the school. There are only a few students strolling around the garden. The place is quiet and calm. The scents of the different plants and flowers flowing in the air. Relaxing, I grab the folded paper and ballpen in my pocket. I should write again. I'm in a good mood today.

'Message #21

Dear Future Lover For Forever...'

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Word count: 1,695.

D&T: January 6, 2015, 11:13PM.

Thanks. Bye. Lol.