Golden

#6

RED.

That was the last thing he saw in the sky as he drifted into sleep, an uncomfortable one. He felt hot as he kicked the sheets off of him to finally inhale the fresh air outside of his blanket.

The sun had finally set, its bright colours tinged with red, orange and yellow was now midnight blue. Bright luminous objects in the sky, nothing more than bodies of light. 

But to Noah, they were more than just celestial bodies of mass, they were his friends during the night. In the times he couldn't sleep, they were there. 

Sleep was something rare, like the blooming of a mayflower before it was the month of May. Sleep was something beautiful to him. Something intimate, now lost in the blurred mind of his.

A memory dangling from the stars, reaching him, touching him on his forehead like a kiss full of malice. 

Moments and tiny pieces of memories of his father were the reason he couldn't sleep. He tossed again in his sleep, the white sheets finally forgotten and thrown aside.

Noah looked at the clock to find it was 3am. He felt his throat to be dry so ended up going downstairs and into the kitchen.

He helped himself to a glass of water and lay on the sofa, thinking of something to liven him up. He would do anything. Anything to stop himself shaking from fear.

Josh.

A distant memory of a daydream face. Lightened by the hair and eyes that sparkled like Noah's companions at night, the stars.

Noah was now down with a cold. For three days now and refused to go to school.

Why would he want to be there anyway?

Josh was still sitting with his now-girlfriend, kissing her lips ever so lightly and delicately.

He closed his eyes and squeezed harder at the material of the sofa. The feeling in the pit of his stomach ached and bloomed. Tearing up his insides and fucking with his brain.

So he continued laying on the sofa and drifted off into an underlying sleep again. But it was because he was exhausted. He dissolved into a dream. So pure and peaceful.

"It is not I who would love, for love always manifests in me.

It would be my heart that would feel every inch of skin and beauty. 

Lost it always wasn-"

"Stop!" Noah shouted, his voice radiating extreme harshness. A voice so queer on his tongue.

It was as if Josh broke from a trance. He stopped chanting whatever he was and turned to look at Noah.

"Why?" He asked emotionlessly.

"It is another song for her isn't it? For your pathetic, little girlfriend?" Noah replied, strangely betrayed.

Josh smiled, like the smile you would give to a child when they ask for more candy when they already know they had too much. In a way, Noah was like a child asking for candy. A candy he could never acquire. But the hope still burned in him, optimistically. 

"No, my love." Josh started delicately, "This song is not for her, but for you."

He started towards Noah, holding his hand in his and gently placing his warm lips onto the cold hand of Noah.

"But- but why?" Noah stuttered, taken aback by Josh's answer. 

Noah laughed, his voice warm like honey flowing like a river into his heart.

"I already told you, Noah." 

And with this, the warm lips of Josh, without any warning, made their place against Noah's. The heat almost killed him, Josh's lips too sweet. A kiss of romantic delight incomparable to any other pleasure. A feeling of rather sweetness personified led its place in Noah's heart, beating a thousand times faster than it usually did. He was afraid his heart would run away before the kiss ended. 

Then the school bell rang making them jump apart and there was someone vaguely calling Noah's name repeatedly, concerned.

"Noah," a voice shook him, "wake up. You were sleep-talking."

He woke up to the sound of his mom, waking him up.

"Are you alright, honey? Why are you sleeping on the sofa? That's alright tho and oh my! You're very red." She said, placing her hand on Noah's forehead.

"But you don't seem to have a high temperature. Strange."

But Noah couldn't tell her of his dream. His private dream where he kissed Josh. The thought alone threw him into a hole of disgust. Not at Josh but at himself for dreaming of it.

"I would like to stay home from school for another day, mom. I don't feel quite too well." He admitted and closed his eyes. Trying not to think of Josh.

Anything but Josh. But even as he thought of something distracting, it still circled back to the golden haired boy. The one haunting his dreams.

So, Noah only sighed before going back to sleep, at 6 in the morning.

He wished he could just sleep away his problems but couldn't. Unsurprisingly.

In a desperate sense of concern for himself, he decided it was best if he could help himself to some cold water to quench his thirst.

To the kitchen he went again where his mother was, cooking breakfast and working on her laptop simultaneously.

He flinched at the sight of her with neat, combed hair but bags under her eyes, dominating her once-beauty into something tired.

"Noah, breakfast is ready. Today you might have to stay alone here, I have a business meeting this afternoon and I will have to go." Her mother said hurriedly, "Do you want me to call the neighbours and tell them to watch over for you?"

"No mom, I'll be alright, I swear." He solemnly said, despite his head throbbing, "I can reheat some leftover pasta from yesterday. Don't worry about me."

She smiled at him gratefully but Noah felt it he, who should be grateful. Grateful that his mother still kept on going even after their father left them.

The home he knew was where his heart was. And his heart was definitely in his mother's and silently in Josh's too.

In order to excuse his order of thinking, falling asleep again was what felt right. It was beside the actual point if he really slept, the point was he needed a break. From himself.

And from a dream so wonderfully perfect like pearls in the ocean, glistening. His heart was the ocean and Josh, his pearl.

A/N

Soooo uh that happened. Wowow.

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And how you're liking the book so far

Okay farewell for now <3