Hogan:
Biking my way up along the sight of an incandescent city, I follow Serge's path and try my best to cover up my cold state.
I wasn't kidding when I said that I didn't know where his sweater was. Hell, I even forgot where I'd thrown it after taking it off of him. But my laugh probably didn't convince him because even when he left me there in the woods, I still couldn't find it. Damn, now, I'm just a shivering boy sitting naked on my fucking bike. Talk about karma.
We finally halt at a stop as Serge drops his bike along the lines of the highway, and it's only then that I realize that he actually led me to the bridge where we used to hang out.
I haven't really gotten to go here since I came home. It's not that I didn't want to; it just doesn't feel right when I'm not wandering this sight along with Serge. This is our place. And even though we don't get to hang out here most of the time, I could only think of this scene as the set where I get to lend myself to him without even bothering about anyone else.
"Just give me a few minutes," he says while placing his hands along its railing.
I just let my feet stand next to him, and let myself settle in the same position as I take in the city's visual.
The dashes of light beheld in front of us are just as beautiful as they were before. I mostly love the way they reflect in the waters below us and how the crowds of noise fall while forming a vision of peculiarity.
It's definitely mesmerizing, and you could be purely hypnotized just by looking at it. But even with its beauty, I can't seem to let myself drown in the view since I'm still stuck staring at the pretty boy next to me.
Serge is definitely handsome. I don't even know why he thinks he isn't since his face is probably one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He isn't necessarily on the hot scale, but he's more on being pretty. He has a sharp jawline, which I couldn't help but adore, and blue eyes that seem kind of dead, yet never fail to let me fall for it. He just looks flawless, even without trying to do so. I could only wish he could know how much he affects me just by looking at him. But of course, anxiety can be a bitch for anyone, and I know how much it cripples him.
"I could feel you staring at me," he warns.
Even though I still want to fix my eyes on him, I forcefully switch my gaze back to the view and indulge once again in the streams of the city.
I don't even know what's going on or what he's doing, but the next thing I know is that Serge is taking off my sweater and tying it to the bridge's railing. It's funny because even though I should probably question him why he did that, I couldn't seem to stop myself from feeling awestruck by his shirtless body.
"Why?" I find my self muttering.
He just gives me a flashing smile and stretches his body as if he's trying to settle down from the cold.
"I just thought it wouldn't be fair if I let you get home naked without making myself suffer as well."
It's definitely thoughtful of him to even think of me, but at the same time, I don't really mind him having my sweatshirt. It's even nice to think that it'll probably leave a scent coming from him after he gives it back to me.
Serge doesn't seem keen on that idea though, because he tries to block my hand as I untie it from the railing. I just jokingly snarl at him and try not to budge as I continue to battle my way with his arm and release the fabric. I sadly fail though, because as I let it go, it slips from my hand and flies out into the open winds.
Serge just gasps next to me and covers his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter.
I can't even stop my mouth from hanging open since I'm too stunned by what just happened. I even try to lean in further to at least see where it went. And when I do spot it, it's already flowing its way along the deep currents of the river.
"Now, we're the same. See?" Serge says, nudging my arm.
I can't seem to stop myself from bursting into laughter because when I glance back at him, he just looks so proud of what he just did.
It's nice to see him look so confident like that, so I didn't even bother to be pissed at him. Instead, I try to lighten his mood more and take a step on top of the bridge's railing.
He seems shocked at first when he sees what I'm doing since I'm nearly jumping off the edge, but then he smiles at me and follows suit.
I instantly hold his hand, so if we at least fall, we'll be intertwined together while doing so.
I should probably be scared right now since I'm not really keen on heights, but then again, I'm doing this for Serge to let him see how brave he is in my eyes.
He takes my hand willingly and spreads both his arms wide, looking like fucking Rose from Titanic.
It's mesmerizing to look at him, and with the way his hair bends right in the winds, I can't help but just feel captivated by every inch of beauty that he's presenting.
"This is nice," he says, while taking my other hand and moves his body so he's facing me. "What do you think it would feel like if we jump?"
"I mean...realistically speaking, we'll probably die," I answer back.
Serge just steps nearer to the edge, putting his feet inches away from dropping.
I didn't even know how to react; I just instantly place myself behind him and hold his waist so he wouldn't fall.
From anyone who's driving past us, they'll probably think that we're just suicidal. I wouldn't actually blame them if they thought of that, because from the way we're hanging on a thread on this bridge, I'll also probably think we're just tempting our way to facing death.
Serge glances back at me and I couldn't help the simple smile that forms in my lips as he continues to put his hands over mine.
Even though I'd love to stay in this position forever, I couldn't take any more minute of us near the edge, so I just pull him away and jump off back to the ground, still holding his waist.
He didn't complain when I pulled him off but instead, he goes to his bike again and smiles at me, feeling content.
"I'm done now. Let's go," he urges, while placing himself on his bike.
I definitely want to stay for a few minutes more, but it's already getting late and I'm sure my dad will scold me about it, so I just took my bike where I parked it and left the bridge with him.
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It was already midnight when me and Serge got home. My mom was there cooking in the kitchen, whereas my dad was busy on his computer in the living room.
"Hi, Mr. Henderson," Serge greets my dad with a smile.
He still wasn't looking up at his laptop though, so we just continue to go to my room.
It took about an hour of chatting and laying in my bed until my mom finally called us for dinner.
We sat in front of a glass-covered table and settle ourselves with some food.
"Where have you boys been?" My dad asks, while getting himself some pasta.
"We went biking" Serge says with a smile.
I didn't bother to reply to his question because I know how awkward it is to start a conversation with my dad.
He just shrugs and examines both me and Serge. It seems like he's trying to say something but couldn't quite grasp the words to use. Finally, he settles by saying, just stay safe and continues to eat his meal.
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A long, eerie five minutes have passed with just us trying to keep quiet and focus on our eating until my dad speaks again.
"So....how long are you staying here, Serge?" he asks, with a casual tone.
I obviously didn't want Serge to answer that, so instead I reply, "Why? I mean, he can stay here all he wants, right?"
My dad didn't seem to mind my response though, since his gaze just purely focused on Serge.
"Uhm.....I don't know yet. I still haven't found a place to stay on, so I hope you don't mind the bother," he says, without looking at my dad.
"It's fine," he says flashing Serge a smile. "Have you tried talking to your mom?" he continues to ask.
"Not yet, but I'll soon get to it."
"Yeah, you definitely should. Because you see....I actually talked to your mom this afternoon and she says that she hadn't seen you since your argument." My dad rants while chewing on his food.
I can't help but stare at him menacingly because I'm sure that Serge doesn't want to talk about it, and the way he stiffens next to me is a great indication why.
He didn't seem to budge though, because he continues to push the topic further more. "Tomorrow could be a great start," my dad tries.
Serge seems like he's not into continuing the chat from hearing his words, so I just decided to change the subject.
"How was work?" I asks my dad, lamely.
He just arches a brow at me from the sudden change, but then he smiles and starts talking about his day, which I'm thankful for because he didn't acknowledge the subject further. Instead, we just finished dinner while listening to him and waiting for my mom to gather the dishes so I could drag Serge into my room.
I truly want to apologize for the way my dad started interrogating him because he can be a douche sometimes and Serge doesn't need to feel pressured by his words. "Are you fine? I'm sorry that my dad said that." I say to him.
He just smiles at me and continues to scratch his nose. "No, it's okay. I mean...I've been thinking of talking with Mom again, so I should probably just go do it."
My mind couldn't help but examine his expression to see if he was actually genuine or not. I just feel guilty since the past few days that I've been with him, he didn't bother to talk about his mom, which I didn't push at all. But with the way he seems fine with the idea of it now, I have no choice but to just help him get through it.
"Are you sure? If you need support, I just come with you." I say with such reassurance.
"Yeah," he sighs. "I'll probably need it. At least it wouldn't be that harsh if you're with me."
I just smile at him and hold his hand as I let my grip drag him into my bed to lie next to me. After a few minutes of resting, I run my fingers through his hair and lull him to sleep.
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