Savior ↛ Phan

Chapter 14- Greener On The Other Side

I slowly and carefully wheel over to him, suddenly feeling scared. I usually don't get nervous around people. Mainly because they usually approach me. Maybe I should sit at the table next to him and see if he wants to come over. That'd be nice. I only want to make a friend, that's all.

I park myself at the end of a table so I have a clear view of the mystery boy. My cheeks heat up immediately when he catches me looking at him. Although I don't look away because I notice a slight pink to his face as well. A shy smile dances onto my face and a smile soon breaks one his as well.

Sure enough, the boy slowly stands up and walks over to me with a slight gracefulness to his walk. He awkwardly sits down at one of the chairs next to me and I can't help but giggle.

"You're laughing at me already? It's not very nice to laugh at people." He chuckles.

His voice is light, smooth and delicate. It reminds me of chocolate moose in a weird way.

"Well, when you look as awkward as you do approaching someone, you can't help but laugh a bit." I defend, my smile not faltering once.

"Hey, shut up. I never approach people."

"Then what made you approach me?" I say with a hint of mischievousness and cock my eyebrow up.

He shrugs, "I wanted to get to know you're name."

"You have to guess it first." I say and lean back in the wheelchair.

"Rick?" He questions.

I loudly laugh, throwing my head back, "Do I really look like a Rick?"

"A little bit yeah, but from that response, I don't think you are." He sighs and puts his chin in his hand.

"The name's Dan, and you are?"

"Dan. I like that, but you weren't really asking for my opinion on your name." He smiles brightly at me, "My name's Mathew."

"Well, Mathew, what has you booked into this hell hole?"

He sighs, "Stupid bloody surgery. They had to put pins and stuff into my arm since I broke it in more than one place." He explains."

"...Oh." I say in questioning, not even noticing the white cast wrapped around his arm.

"Why are you here?"

I sadly look down at my hands in my lap, "It's complicated."

"Does it have to do with your legs?"

"Hm? Oh, no. I'm just too weak to walk right now."

"Ah, I see. Can you speak any languages?" He asks out of the blue.

"Maybe. Can you?"

"I speak fluent Italian." He smiles with pride.

"Really? Speak to me in Italian." I happily say.

"Penso che lu sia molto carino."

"I don't know what you're saying but it sounds amazing."

"Sei ancora più carino quando sei eccitato."

"Go on..." I push for him to speak more in this beautiful sounding language.

"Lo sapevate che i tuoi occhi brillano?"

"Was that a question?" I ask.

Mathew laughs, "Sí."

"Okay, I'm going to ask you some questions and you have to answer in Italian." This makes Mathew smile. I like it when he smiles, "If you could do anything right now, what would it be?"