NOT MY ARTWORK.
Sebs POV
Today Carlos invited me over and I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Why am I nervous you ask? Well he hasn't shown up to school in a while and everyone has been worried about him. He hasn't texted anyone until today wen he asked me to come over because he wants to talk.
I hop in my truck and make the short drive to get to his house. After rocking out to my One Direction playlist, I get out of my truck and find my way to the door and knock lightly. His mother opens the door with a smirk.
"Seb welcome. I assume your here to see Carlos? Come in." She speaks with a small Mexican accent. I step inside and close the door behind me.
"Yes I am. Do you know why he hasn't been at school lately. Is he okay?" I rant.
"He kept saying he hasn't been feeling well and stays in his room with is door locked for most of the time. I don't really know whats going on because every time I do see him, he seems perfectly fine." She expresses. I nod slowly.
"Am I allowed to go up and see him or was this a bad time?" I ask not making eye contact wit Mrs. Rodriguez.
"You can go up. Just tell me if he is okay. Also I work a lot so I don't see him that much anyway. " I nod and head up the stairs and find carlos' door. I knock on it slightly and wait a few seconds before a tanned boy appears in front of me.
"Hi Sebby!" He says in a high pitched voice. I smile and say,
"Hey 'los." I walk into his room and sit on his bed. I notice on is night stand there are dummys (Pacifiers). He closes the door and locks it than turns around and runs over to the bed. He sits next to me and rest his head on my shoulder. I missed this.
"So what did you want to tell me?" I jump right into the whole reason I came here. He doesn't answer and just stays still. It seems like he's either ignoring me, didn't hear me, or is zoned out. This isn't the Carlos I know. I tap his shoulder to get his attention. His head shoots up and he suddenly starts crying. Questions run my mind. Did I hurt him? Is he sick. Will he hate me? I shake my head to get them out of my head and focus on the now sobbing boy in front of me.
"Y-you ha-hate me." He sobs. My eyes wide and I wrap my arms around his small torso and let him cry into my shoulder. After a few minutes of whispering sweet things into his ear, his sobs turn into soft sniffles and hiccups.
"Dummy?" He whispers. I tilt my head in question of what he went.
"What 'los?" He pointed to the night stand when there was a pink and yellow dummy. I nodded and slowly got up and grabbed the pink one. I handed it to him. He plops it in his mouth and starts sucking on it softly. I smile at the cuteness still confused though. I sit down and he starts babbling incoherent words. But than he snaps me out of my trans saying,
"Daddy?" I stop breathing and blink a few times making sure this is real life. He grabs my hand and plays with the rings.
"Okay that's it. What's going on Carlos? Why are you acting like this?" I snap. He flinches back and holds up 2 fingers.
"Carlos is 2." He says innocently. I nod slowly and pull out my phone and looking up why he's acting like this. It says age play but why would Carlos need to do that. It's cute but still.
"Hey 'los can you be big for me. I wanna talk to you." He nods and closes his eyes. He opens his eyes slowly.
"Hi" He mumbles. I slightly wave. I take a deep breath.
"Mind telling me what that was about?" He sighs and stands up.
"Well I like age play obviously. I don't know really. I guess it's just an escape for the childhood I never really had. I don't know. You probably hate me and think I'm weird. God, I'm such a bad boyfriend. I'll stop if you want me too. I understand." His eyes welling up with tears at the end of his speech. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist as he slowly starts quietly crying on my chest. I rub his back sympathetic.
"Shh. It's okay Carlos. I understand completely. I know you didn't have the best childhood and I don't hate you or think your weird. Your the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. You don't have to stop if it's something you want to do, I'm willing to be by your side through everything. I promise." He looks up and smiles. "Is there anything else you have besides dummy's?" I ask soothingly. He shakes his head.
"Mother with get mad at me." He whispers. I frown. Than an I get an idea.
"How about we go out and get the items we need and I can hide them in my room and anytime you need to, you can text me that you need to be picked up or something like that and everything will be handled." I state.
"Right. My mom works a lot anyway. She wont notice I'm gone. But what about your family? Wont they find out?" He remarks.
"I have so many siblings no one with notice. Plus if I lock my door, no one can come in right. I can hide everything in my closet on the top shelf behind all the shit that's up there anyway." I express. He smiles ear to ear and jumps up and down. There is a knock on the door.
" Carlos, Seb, Esta todo bien?" (Carlos, Seb, is everything okay?) The Spanish lady asks. Our eyes widen.
"Si, si mama. Seb Acaba de decir algo gracioso. Eso es todo mama." (Yes, yes mama. Seb just said something funny. That's all mama.) Carlos answers quickly.
"Bueno. Dedo ir a trabajar. Regresare esta noche. Enviame un mensaje de texto si necesitas algo." (Okay. I got to go to work. I'll be back tonight. Text me if you need anything.) Carlos' mother yells.
"Bueno." (Okay) My boyfriend says back. We wait till we hear a door close and lock too get back to our conversation.
"So shall we go shopping sir?" I say in a fake British accent, reaching my hand out.
"We shall." He copies my accent, and grabbing my hand.
