The End of the Littlest One [Completed]

8. What a softie

Benjamin sat against the wooden wall of the old treehouse. It stood somewhere in the woods behind his family mansion. Who he waited for was unknown to his family. They didn't even know Benjamin was there. They would ask too many questions if he told them.

11:20 AM. Benjamin sighed and dropped his wrist back into his lap. The sun was already shining as bright as ever, but not adding any warmth to the air. Luckily, he remembered to bring blankets with him this morning. One of which was wrapped around his legs. The other two laid on the floor next to him.

Birds flew around and chirped. Benjamin seemed the only uncheerful one. How much longer will he have to wait?

He was glad he got inside of the treehouse. The bright light reflecting on the snow outside hurt his eyes and made his headache worse than it already was. He regretted going out drinking the night before.

He should've been firmer and more assertive towards his brother. He knew he wouldn't feel good this morning, but he still went through with it. Maybe his guest wouldn't notice he felt awful.

When Benjamin heard footsteps outside, he stood up. Hunching forward, he walked over to the small window. With pain in his eyes, he looked outside.

He spotted his guest and smiled.

His guest looked up and spotted Benjamin hanging out of the window. With his bag over his shoulder, he waved his hand to the man above.

'Hey,' Dante said.

'Hey,' Benjamin said.

Dante walked towards the stem of the tree and started to climb the ladder attached to it. His head was the first body part to enter the treehouse. Benjamin saw it pop up into the small room.

Benjamin moved away from the window towards Dante. Dante noticed him and they locked eyes. Benjamin leaned forward and kissed Dante on the lips. He felt the corners of Dante's mouth curl up.

When Benjamin moved away, he saw Dante's cheeks had turned a nice shade of red. Dante climbed in the room and settled against the opposite wall from Benjamin. This wasn't far away. They both had to pull their knees up from the ground, so both their legs would fit.

'I missed you,' Benjamin told Dante.

'It's been only a week.'

'So?'

They look at each other. It might have been only a week, but it felt much longer for the both of them. They really had to find a way to get together more than once a week.

'I missed you too.'

Benjamin smiled at his response.

'I didn't know you were a softie,' he said.

'Well, guess what?'

'What?'

'I even brought pastries.'

'Really?'

Dante nodded and took his bag of his shoulder. He placed it next to him and opened it. He took out two cinnamon buns. He left one on his thigh, the other he handed to the man sitting in front of him. Benjamin gladly took it.

'Nice, thank you. Feel free to be a softie more often.'

'You're welcome, and I'll think about it.'

Benjamin took a bite as soon as he held the bun.

'You like it?'

Benjamin nodded with his mouth full. It might have been the best cinnamon bun he had ever tasted and ever would taste in his life.