New York Lovers

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

It was nights like these that made me grateful for my dear best friend Miles and for the bonds of chosen family that were stronger than blood ties.

Once we where inside the kitchen, we indulged in a sweet escape from the chaos of the city. Spoonfuls of creamy ice cream tantalized our taste buds.

Through the window, the city lights painted a mesmerizing backdrop behind us.

The vibrant colors mirrored the electric energy of our unconventional family and added another layer to our unique story.

As Rose drifted into the realm of dreams after eating maybe too many bowls of strawberry ice cream, Miles and I savored the serenity of the night.

The kitchen, once bustling with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of spoons against bowls, now held a tranquil ambiance, bathed in moonlight, held remnants of the day's chaos- scattered magazines, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn, and dishes waiting to be washed.

But now, it was our own private sanctuary. Miles raised his ice cream spoon in a mock toast, the silver glinting in the dim light. "To the Sutton legacy and the most unconventional family in all of New York."

I couldn't help but smile at his words, clinking my own spoon against his with a soft ting.

"To the unexpected twists and turns that have brought us here, and to the victories we celebrate together under this same roof."

Our quiet laughter echoed off the walls as we retreated to our respective corners of the kitchen, each finding comfort in our shared bond and unspoken understanding.

The night carried on, the city lights below weaving tales of countless lives.

Little did we know that the tapestry of our lives would continue to unfold, each chapter penned in the unique ink of our shared experiences, proving that family isn't always defined by blood but by the bonds that withstand the test of time and speed through the streets of New York.

few minutes later...

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a tranquil glow.

The Upper East Side was blanketed in a peaceful stillness as Miles and I retreated to the balcony of our luxurious apartment.

The city below sprawled out in all its splendor, a glittering tapestry of lights that danced and shimmered like stars in the night sky.

With mugs of steaming coffee cradled in our hands, we settled into our chairs, the cool breeze carrying the distant sounds of traffic and voices up to us.

"Miles," I began, my gaze drifting to his face with a sense of curiosity, "We've been through so much together," I began softly, "but you always seem guarded about your past. Is there anything you'd like to share?"

The smile he had on his lips faded as he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes filled with a lifetime's worth of stories waiting to be told.

His dark, guarded eyes met mine, their depth hinting at a lifetime of secrets and sorrows.

Despite his tough exterior, there was a thoughtful glimmer in his gaze that hinted at hidden depths.

"Not much to share, X," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "My past is my business."

His jaw clenched, betraying the pain and hardship he had endured. "Let's just say it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows."

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words.

I respected his boundaries, but a curious spark still burned within me. "Fair enough," I said with a small smile.

"But you've been my best friend for as long as I can remember- we can be considered brothers at this point. There's gotta be more to your story."