~my blueberry boy~ (Reki x langa)

Langas house (part 2)

Reki's POV:
I turn my head as fast as I can to avoid eye contact.

"Oh, Reki, we're here!"
Langa says with a smile.

"Oh- ok"
I say in a care-free tone, in attempts to lighten the mood.

As he opens the door an amazing smell of fresh baked cookies fill my nasal passages.

"Hi langa!"
Langa mom says in a cheerier tone.

"Hi mom"
langa says with a smile.

"Oh I didn't realize Reki was coming over"
langa's mom says.

"Is that ok?"
langa says in a shaky ton.

"Of course I'm always happy to have reki over!"
Langas mom says.

"T-thank you so much"
I say in a thankful tone.

"Let's go to my room"
Langa says, leading me to his room.

We walk down the hall leading to his room and I see a lot of framed photos of the same man one of home holding a snow board next to langa another with langa, langas mom and the same man which I come to the conclusion is langas father.

He doesn't talk about his dad much so I assume it's a touchy subject for him. He must have been an awsome dad because no one like langa would have a shitty father like mine.

"So here is my room"
Langa says wile pointing to the door on the left end of the hall.

"I know langa, I come to your house all the time"
I say in a sarcastic way.

"I know, I know I'm just reminding you in case you forgot"
Langa says wile opening his bedroom door.

His bedroom is average sized with skating and snowboarding posters and photos. Some photos with his dad, some with his mom and most with me and him.

Which makes me realize how much he must realy care for me, and that thought makes my heart flutter.

"Reki are you ok?. You have been act kinda weird lately."
Langa asks

"y-ya I'm fine, I'm just kinda stressed with all of the school work we have been assigned lately."
I say making up an excuse.

"Ok- we'll if you need any help-"

"No it's fine"
I interrupt

"Ok, so what do you want to do?"
Langa says wile he sits down on his bed and I join him.

"Um I don't really know, it is already like 9:00 so we can't really go anywhere, can we?"
I say wile trying to think about something we could do this late at night.

"How about we-"

"Langa, Reki the cookies are finished if you boys want any"
Langas mom says in a calm yet loud tone wile interrupting langa.

"Coming mom"
Langa says wile getting off his bed, and I join him.

As we walk to the kitchen, the pleasant smell of cookies gets stronger. Langas mom is a great cook and I enjoy eating the meals she makes. So I bet the cookies will be just as great as her other dishes.

Hey thanks for reading!!!!
I had some extra time today so I decided to write two parts. :)