Summer, 1983 (I'll call you by mine)

Hangover

The mid-June air was still, Oliver had gotten up a few hours before and had opened the windows in their room. Elio was still sound asleep, god he'd been so lucky to have a second chance with this man. And soon the world would know it too before they had gone out, Oliver's publisher had called. One of the publishing houses wanted to run his book, it didn't have a name yet. Oliver didn't know what to title a book about the love of his life, he had thought of many but none seem to make him warm when he would say them out loud. He hadn't told Elio yet about the book before he could say yes to publishing he would speak to Elio. Most importantly let him read everything he's ever wanted to know.

Elio stirred to the sound of Oliver turning on the shower. He stretches and looked out the window, it was still early morning and it had just stopped raining. It rains a lot in B, most people think it's sunny all summer long but today was going to be a rainy summer day which was the best ones. He got up to pee, stretching again on his way into the bathroom.

"Good Morning" Oliver mused.

"Morning, looks like we may have a full house today. I wonder if we could convince the boys to not have friends over today?"

"That's probably not going to happen, but we could tell them they can use the guest house all they want to today. Or hell we will take the guest house and they can stay here."

"I checked on the boys at about 11 last night, Christopher still wasn't home. I'm glad he's not only spending time with Valentia, it's good for him to have friends from all over the world."

"I know I was worried he would be attached to her hip the entire summer, but that's only been partly true. Hey at 10 I have to drive David to the station, Mr. Rossi you know the poet? Invited him to a lecture in Florence so he's going to be there for a few days."

"Ok well, I'm going to get dressed and check on the boys. Oh by the way according to our little Jona he's having the best summer of his life."

Oliver poked his head out of the shower with shampoo foaming in his hair.

"What does that mean? You don't think?" He sounded concerned.

"No, I don't think he's done anything like that yet. But the girls here have been giving him lots of attention."

"Jesus that's all I need is two girl crazed teenage boys!"

"Face it, we have them!" Elio pulled on jeans, and an oversized cashmere sweater, it had to be Olivers.

Elio knocked on the boys' door.

"Good Morning sunshines we have declared today is going to be the laziest of our days. It's supposed to do nothing but rain. So if your friends do come over you can hang out in the guest house."

Neither of them moved, he only heard a grumble coming from under Jonas sheets and Christopher's bed was empty.

"Jona where is your brother?" Elio asked panic setting in.

"Bathroom floor" Jona grumbled from under the covers. Elio rushes to the bathroom, Christopher was laying on the cold bathroom floor. Elio rushed to him.

"Christopher, hey, buddy are you ok?" Elio asked kneeling on the floor. Christopher groaned, lifted his head.

"No, I feel like I was hit by a train." He whispered.

Elio knew that feeling, Christopher had a hangover. Elio picked him up off the floor, helping him to his bed.

"Elio, do you think I'm a horrible person?"

"No why in the hell would I think that?"

"I think I am."

Jona whipped the duvet off and sat up in bed.