Coming to terms with his sexuality, Theodore Moore is a seventeen year old who is just about getting by. He makes minimum wage and has aspiring, out-of-reach dreams to become a lawyer.
Violent and aggressive, Antony Barbosa is everything wrong with...
I woke up in my own bed the next morning. I don't remember how I got home, but I remember feeling fucking fantastic. I didn't think it was possible to get high off of a feeling, but what I felt last night... that was a high and a half. I grinned, yawning as I turned onto my back, feeling all giddy and excited. It was the weekend, so I wasn't in too much of a rush to get up and get the day started, so I stayed in bed for a while, reliving the moments of last night. The best moments.
"Wake up, cunt." Tom says, throwing a pillow in my face.
"What the fuck?" I groaned, stretching out my limbs before slowly sitting up, my good mood instantly vanishing. "Can't a man sleep in?"
"You're not a man, yet. Still a few months off of that." He states, slapping the back of my head. "Come on, we need to go." He tells me, and I grimace up at him.
"Go where?"
"It's mum's birthday in a week, arsehole. We need to go and get a present. Have you got your wages yet?" He asked, and I tiredly nodded my head. "Good. Let's go- for fuck's sake, Theodore, wake the fuck up." Thomas snapped, and I realised that I had fallen back onto my bed. "What time did you get home last night?" He asked, and I shrugged my shoulders. "Tell Anika she shouldn't keep you working so late." He grumbled.
"Hmm." I murmur, rubbing my eyes and my mouth and my nose, trying to stay awake. I slip out of bed, stretching once more and itching my stomach before blinking multiple times and dragging myself to the bathroom to have a shower.
After showering and waking myself up a little more, I changed into a hoodie and sweatpants that were a little too big for me and me and Thomas set off, going to a shop that we rarely ever visit to buy our mother something special.
As always, Tom glares at me when I slam his car door, and I chuckle before he drives off. "You know, you missed out on a right fun time last night. Fernanda was ecstatic that you left her alone with me." Tom grins, and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sure she was." I chuckled, and Tom increased the volume of the radio, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Did anything interesting happen?" I asked, glancing at him.
"Not much." He murmurs, running his hand over his barely-visible stubble. "I mean... Fernanda's dad is an interesting individual. No wonder his kids are so fucked up." He scoffs, and my eyebrows furrow.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, Theo, they're not exactly... a poster family for perfection, are they? Diego was blatantly flirting with mum the whole dinner, even though dad was sitting right next to him. Fernanda, bless her, barely spoke, and Antony..." He shakes his head. "I get that he's not a people's person, but for fuck's sake, if you've been invited to dinner, at least stay for more than half an hour. Fuck knows where he went." Tom grumbles, and I lean my head against the window, closing my eyes for a split second.
"He was probably uncomfortable." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Shouldn't have shown up, then." Tom says back to me. I press my lips together in a tight line, slightly annoyed at him for judging Antony without even knowing him. Antony doesn't like being around people because he feels out of place and awkward. He may not have told me that, but it's obvious to observe once you open your eyes.
"Just forget it." I murmur, moving my hair off of my forehead. "It's over, now."
"Whatever." Tom mumbles, and the rest of the drive is silent as we make our way to the town centre.
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We ended up buying a mum a spa kit that was way too fucking expensive and has probably cleaned both me and Thomas up for the next week. Tom hid it under my bed until we had to give it to her, and I grabbed my coat from the hanger, slipping it on.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked, jumping up onto his bed and opening the loaned laptop he borrowed from uni. "You were desperate to get home when we were at the shop." He raised his eyebrow at me, and I turned away from him.
"Out." I answered, but it clearly wasn't enough for him. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants.
"Out where?" He asked, and I huffed, closing my eyes and lifting my head to the ceiling.
"Hanging out with Fernanda." I tell him, and he slowly nods his head, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?" I sighed, exasperated.
"Nothing. Have fun." He smiles, and I grimace before leaving the room, closing the door behind me.
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