Never Fall For The Sad Boy (bxb)

6. The Past

Spanish translations in the comments (if I remember) and in the end of the chapter

TWs: mentions of house fire and death

When I get home, I go into the kitchen, where my dad is standing and making some food. He smiles at me when I come in.

"Hola papá," I say, kissing his cheek when I walk past.

"Hola, ¿dónde has estado?"

"En la casa de mi amigo."

Dad nods and turns back to his pan. I sit at the kitchen table, reminiscing the last two hours. What was Kian doing in the back? Why was he crying? He and I didn't acknowledge it, all he told me was what he said about that tree. To be honest, I don't really like Kian's father. He looked professional when he held the axe, like he knew exactly how to use it. I wonder how he learnt that.

There is a delightful scent coming from the stove, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, what're you making?" I ask dad in English. He had a hard time learning when he first came here, since he was almost thirty years old when he did.

Dad is from Spain, and his family was quite wealthy. However, there was a fire in their house one night, and dad's entire huge family burnt to death, or died of the smoke. Dad was out that night, on a date with a certain American woman whom he married three years later in America.

It was between Christmas and New Year's, so Dad and all his nine siblings had been visiting their parents in Valencia. Dad was the only one who wasn't home that night, and after he came home and found the place burnt to the ground, no survivors, he came crying to my mom who offered to take him home to the United States.

"Gazpacho. My older sister, Gabriella, used to make it for me when I was a child," like always, dad has a sad smile on his face when he talks about his siblings. I always wish I could help him somehow.

"How much older was Gabriella?" I question, as I can see that he is in family mode now.

"She was fifteen years older, and a damn good cook all my life," he proceeds to start mumbling some old Spanish nursery rhyme that I know reminds him of his sisters. He had four older sisters, he was the second boy to be born and the rest were all brothers. His sisters took care of him a lot because his mother was busy with the younger kids and his father with work that gave them a surprising amount of money. Even though there were many children, the family got by quite well. And my mom was and is rich, leaving me a shit ton of money when they die.

I know better than to say anything more now, so I decide to go up to my room. In there, I sit by my computer and start writing down what I'm thinking and what happened today.

I have two Twitter accounts. One is the one that I have with my family and friends and school people. The other is anonymous and carefully hidden from everyone I know. There, I write my thoughts and get responses that help me through life. Only Simon knows that it exists, but he doesn't have the username.

And apparently my life and my thoughts are very interesting to my followers, because I have so many people coming in and helping me out, more followers than my public account. There are even a few kids from school who are seeing my posts, but I'm pretty sure they don't know it's me.

Once I have spilled my guts about "a friend who recently joined my school," I DM Simon.

yo
whats up

He doesn't answer for a few minutes, which doesn't surprise me. He isn't online and he is a very busy person.

Nothing mucj
U?

wanna binge watch big
mouth?

Sure

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We watch Big Mouth until I need to leave to go eat dinner and when I come back, we have the show on in the background while we play stupid Roblox games.

We used to do this more at the start of Highschool, but it feels more special now that it only happens once every few months. The thing is, me and Simon barely hang out at all anymore.  He is busy with whatever girlfriend he has now, and I'm busy with school and other friends. Sure, we hang out during lunch, but never in our free time. We were inseparable before, and now mom asked if we had fallen out the other week. Of course, I told her no.

"Uh, hey Elis?" Simon has been quiet for a minute too long. I pause the game; he only ever uses this voice when he wants to talk. Like, seriously talk.

"Yeah?"

"I have a boyfriend."

Oh.

Well.

That wasn't what I was expecting.

"You do?" I ask, because I don't want to acknowledge the fact that he has never even named being attracted to boys in any way shape or form.

"Yes. I haven't told you because... well, I've been scared of what you'd think."

"I don't– oh! Simon, I don't care about that. Girl, boy, as long as it's a human who isn't too much younger or older than you, I don't give a fuck."

"Oh. Okay. Good. I– thank god, I was so scared, y'know, and I–"

He struggles with his words, like he used to do a lot when we were younger. He cried a lot back then. It's actually how we met.

It was the first day of first grade, and our teacher had gotten worried because a student was missing. I could see her searching for somebody, so I, six years old with both front teeth missing, went up to this young woman and asked her if I could help find what she was looking for.

She then described Simon, light brown hair, green eyes, a bit shorter than I was at the time, skinny. And then I started searching for him and when I found him, he was curled up in a corner, eyes red and cheeks wet.

"What's wrong?" I'd asked.

"I miss my mommy," Simon had whispered, then started crying again, and I held him. From that point on, we were best friends.

"Simon." I say firmly, causing him to shut up. "We have been friends for over ten years, and you really think I would let you go for something as petty as you liking a boy? You wound me, Davidson."

Simon laughs, to my relief, and then he sniffles.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"It's my job as your best friend. Now, tell me all about this boy. Who is it? How long has this been going on? How far have you come?"

"Oh fuck off," Simon laughs more.

"No, no. C'mon, what's his name?"

"I won't tell you!"

"Pleaseee... pretty please?"

"Fuck off!"

Spanish translations:
Hello, dad
Hello, where have you been?
At my friend's house.

This is not my best chapter, idk what happened lol