Blue Howard (boyxboy)

And this will be our always?

It's the third chapter of the story and before you meet anyone new, enjoy Howard's and Anton's developing friendship.

In the next chapter, there will be new people. But meanwhile,

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Chapter 3 - And this will be our always?

I don't hear the alarm, if there even was any. I'm woken by Anton nudging my shoulder.

"Time to go." He's rubbing his eyes with one hand, while the other is resting on my shoulder. The skin on skin contact feels odd and I start to move myself to shake him off.

He walks to the window and rests his head against the cool glass. I'm looking for my clothes, but then I remember that mine are still in the bathroom draped over the edge of the bath tub. So I look for the clothes Anton gave me yesterday. But there's nothing on the ground.

Although, it will uncomfortable, I take a deep breath and stand up, with only my boxers on. Thankfully Anton's too busy yawning, and why would he care? I notice I am being silly and roll my eyes at myself. I step into the bathroom and wash my face. My hair doesn't make any sense.

"I'm gonna take a shower!" I shout to Anton, who mumbles something in reply.

The cool water feels refreshing after a rather uncomfortable sleep on the couch. My neck is a little sore.

I let the water destroy the bad hair I had going on, hoping for the best when it dries later. I rest my hands against the glass and just let the water wash away all the guilt and hate that had gathered in an ugly cloud above my head.

I want to punch something. I want to punch the glass. I fucking want to punch myself. And most of all, I want to punch my father.

I cut off the water and take a moment before stepping out and tying the towel around my waist.

When I go into the kitchen, Anton is there by himself, stuffing cereal with milk lazily into his mouth.

"Eating your feelings, aren't we?" I say and walk to the fridge. Something in me clicked last night, or when I was sleeping, and I'm feeling more and more like at home.

"Just the usual breakfast," he shrugs and slurps the milk. I notice that the clock says it's twelve in the afternoon.

"Seems delicious," I tease and smirk at him while I pour milk into a bowl. I then put the milk back into the fridge. The cereal box is next to Anton. I walk around the island and sit next to him. He grabs the box and lets a tower of cereals form in my bowl. "Thanks." He nods and sets the box down.

"Cheers to what?" I ask him. There's a drop of milk in the corner of his mouth, but it's like he reads my thoughts, and licks the drop.

"Cheers to breakfast," he says and snorts. "Cheers to father being rich so we can afford breakfast. But still, cheers to breakfast."

I nudge his shoulder playfully and grin. "Bottom's up."

I don't get to say goodbye to Piper, and I doubt that Anton got his goodbye. I guess that's why he's so down.

We don't drive to college in his red sports car. Instead we take the blue Volvo. I throw my bag in the backseat, where Anton's already is, and sit inside. I see Anton's smiley face walking towards the car, and Nina waving at me. I wave back.