Beautiful Lies

Chapter Fourteen: The Memories I

Don't mind me, just posting extra long multi part chapters that have to do with the plot and are angsty as heck. Also, new perspective, ooh, fun, backstory, oooh aaaah. Yes admire my horrible rush job of a chapter. Also, happy Pride guys.-😈

Emile Picani met Patton Hart when he was thirteen. Patton Hart had been fifteen at the time, tall, significantly taller than Emile who hadn't even hit his growth spurt yet. And yet, when they met, things clicked.

Emile had been so excited to leave his house. He hadn't left in years, having to care for his sick mother, who kept weaving and weaving her magnificent wares for people to sell. His father had been selling them in the marketplace for his mother while she stayed at home, sick. But this time was different. This time, Lady Medea Hart had seen her things and demanded they be brought to Hart Manor immediately. Emile had begged to come, wanting to do ANYTHING other than sit at home and care for his mother.

His father obliged, and Emile was there, at Hart Manor helping to deliver the goods to Lady Medea. When they arrived, Emile gasped in awe. It was beautiful, stunning. Everything sparkled and shone, so much more so than he had ever seen before.

"My Lady, my son and I bring a gown for you, made by my wife," His father said, bowing. Emile was out of touch, dazed by the magnificence of the home. Lady Medea nodded, smiling.

"Perfect. And what about my other request?"

"A tapestry for your son my lady," his father said. Medea nodded.

"Patton, come here," she called, and a boy appeared. He had bright blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and a sweet smile as he bounded over.

"Hello mother."

"I have a gift for you," she said, handing him the tapestry. Patton beamed, taking it, looking at it admiringly.

"It's beautiful," He said, but he was looking at Emile, dead in the eyes. Emile blushed, turning away. "Absolutely stunning," He continued, still looking at Emile. Emile's father decided to interject.

"We must be going, my lady. I'm afraid my wife will need us back." Emile sighed. He didn't want to go back! He didn't want to be stuck at home forever!

"Actually, may I borrow your son?" Patton asked sweetly. "He seems to be very interesting and I would love to get to know him." Emile looked at his father pleadingly, while Medea's eyes narrowed, glaring at her son. Emile's father sighed.

"You may go, Emile. Just make sure to be home by nightfall. Your mother and I will become worried." Emile beamed, hugging his father.

"Thank you dad!" Emile's father hugged him tight, kissing his forehead.

"You're welcome." When Emile's father left, before Medea could raise her voice at Patton, he took him by the hand and ran off.

"Follow me!" He whispered excitedly, leading him into an empty ballroom. "My mother will never find me here."

"Why are you worried about that my lord?"

"Oh that sounds so stuffy, call me Patton," the boy insisted. Emile nodded, blushing a bit.

"Certainly, Patton." Patton grinned, ignoring his mother's shouts. Emile got an idea why now.

"I'm glad I met you Emile."

"Me too."

The next few weeks were the same, Patton invited Emile over to spend time together, and they did, running around the home, exploring and hiding from his mother. They would spend hours just talking to each other, spending time together. And one day, in the ballroom, it happened. Patton kissed Emile. And it felt like magic.