Conflicted (Boyxboy)

69

69,heh.

Not proof read cause I#m pooped sry. (Okay maybe im just lazy but still.) 

"Some of these rooms are so dusty!" Alex commented as he bounded through the old unused kitchen. The room was very large, probably used by many staff to cook my ancestor's meals. My father's side of the family have always had this manor, the Marston manor. 

I remember hiding in here a lot when I played hide and seek with Layla. No one ever goes in here anymore. We used to use the kitchen Matías walked into earlier, smaller and easier to use. 

"Alex! Don't get lost!" I called after him when I realised he was no longer in the room, sighing before walking in the direction he went. I turned the corner to see him poking at an old looking wind up clock. 

"Please don't break anything." A deep voice warned him, and I looked over to see Matías gripping a cup of steaming coffee in his hands. 

His eyes then shifted to me and he stared at me, his expression looking calculating. 

"You may stay in your original room, your American may stay in the room next door." He said and Alex gave him a look at the words 'your American'.

"I'm guessing you're planning to return to America, because you brought him along. I mean, unless he wants to stay too or something..." He said and Alex chuckled.

"Of course he's returning!....Right?" Alex suddenly looked at me wide eyed and I smiled reassuringly.

"Yes." I said and Matías sighed.

"Court it is then." He stated before turning around and walking off and I frowned.

"Lets go find your old room!!" Alex suggested and I snorted.

"Alex, I know where my old room is, I grew up in it." 

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I looked around the barely changed room with an almost painful feeling of nostalgia. It still had the lame child drawings pinned to the walls. The overall room was very 'mature'. It was an old looking room, of course. With a large Victorian styled window on one side with the large double bed on the other, next to a door to an en-suite. To the left wall in the corner closest to the window, was the entrance we walked through, with a small door to the guest room nextdoor directly opposite. 

Despite the overcast day light lighting the room up I felt incredibly tired. I was very tempted just to go to sleep, even though my father, and technically my host, hadn't even arrived yet. 

"Is that you?? OMG you were so adorable! So cute!" Alex exclaimed as he looked at a framed picture. 

I walked over to him and looked down at it. It was a picture of me sitting in my mother's lap. I looked really happy but my mother was busy glaring at my father who was slightly off camera.

They were always doomed to fail. 

"Your room's through here." I said after rolling my eyes at his silly expression and getting a key off of a hook. I could never reach those keys when I was younger, good thing too as I would have snuck into the guest room all the time, not pleasant for the guests.

I unlocked the side door and opened it. The guest room had changed since I saw it last; the furniture had been brought into this century. The main door at the other side of the room was open and a breeze blew past making the ancient walls creak.

"Got to love houses that make things go bump in the night."  I commented with a smile as Alex looked passed me into the room. He had a kind of unsure expression on his face and stayed silent just staring into it.