Two bros and The Internet

•Chapter 24•

[Mark's POV]:

I'd heard of this new Cafe opening in town, and when I checked online, it actually had amazing reviews. It was called Felix's Delicious Emporium & Edgar. I thought it sounded funny, and even if the food was crap, I was positive Sean would love it.

I smile happily as I drive, one hand on the wheel, the other on Sean's thigh, firmly rubbing it.

"You enjoying your stay/forever existence in Los Angeles?" I say, half grinning.

"I love it Mark! I wish I could stay forever, I really do." He says, his perky smile dying down.

"What's up?" I say, noticing something was bothering him.

"It's just- the legal documents... My ma, my pa. I haven't been away from Ireland for such a long time before. Plus, I don't have citizenship, so I need to leave in about a weeks time to go back to Ireland." He says, his eyes shimmering beautifully with delicate tears.

One tear rolled gently down his soft, pale cheek and rolled onto his chin. A couple of seconds later, his shirt was decorated in dark blotches; inky splotches like a fountain pen of parchment. He was nearly sobbing, his beautiful face now sickening with the expression of dread and sorrow.

"M-Merk- I don't want to leave! I want to stay with you forever." He says, rubbing his eyes on his shirt and then staring quietly out of the window. I loosen my grip on his thigh and grab his hand gently. I stroke my thumb over each knuckle of his delicate hand until he finally looks me in the eye.

"It's all going to be just fine baby. We can sign the documents and get you to be eligible to live in the US if that's what you really really want. And we can take as many trips back to your homelands to see family as you want." I say and turn a corner.

"Cheer up, we're nearly there."

We got out of the car, and, sure enough, the parlour cafe thingy was there. It was brightly decorated with pinks and pastels and was very vibrant and pleasing to the eyes. It looked fresh and new; there were obvious signs that the owners cared for it.

"Here we are!" I say, opening the door for Sean and gesturing inside politely.

I looked inside and Sean seemed to hesitantly step in and sit in a booth. There was a beautiful young lady stood at the counter. She had short, wavy hair that curled onto her shoulders. She appeared to be shouting orders into the kitchen, but she was very kind about it.

"Uhh, Felix dear-" She gasps, staring at Sean and me.

"Yes, darling?" Comes a response, as a relatively attractive looking blonde male steps out of the kitchen, holding a tray with some tea and cakes. Emphasis on the was. He dropped them when he saw Sean and me and stared.

"SEEEAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!" They both squeal, equally as girly. Felix hops over the counter and skids across the cafe enthusiastically and slides onto our table.

"Seann! We missed ya so much, bro. We even moved to our cafe here to see you. Marzia and I missed you so so so much bro! Why won't you come home, bro? We thought it was lonely back in Ireland without you." He says in a slightly Swedish accent. He pulls Sean into a big bear hug and Marzia pops up.

"Hi! So lovely to see you again Sean. Please excuse my fiance's behaviour. How may I accustom your needs on this cold winter morning?" She asks politely, gesturing to the two menus on our table.

"I'll have a black coffee please," I say.

"I'll have-" But they both dashed off before Sean finished his order.