angel baby (heavy editing)

22.5

They ran for what seemed like forever and when they finally stopped, it was at an abandoned rail road. Oliver was out of breath that he had to bend over and pant for breath.

“I...am...never...doing that again”, he paused in between breaths He wasn’t unfit in the slightest. He managed to work out at least twice a week but running definitely wasn’t his forte. He looked in the direction of Chris shocked out of his mind that the boy wasn’t even out of breath in the slightest.
“How are you not out of breath?” he asked the boy who took a seat on a boulder.
“How are you out of breath?” he retorted shocking Oliver.  The fought the urge to smile. Why did he want to smile? He hated the kid.
“He speaks”
Chris didn’t reply this time around or even acknowledge his existence.
What a strange kid.
His breathing was coming back to normal now. He took a seat on another boulder close to one Chris sat on. The one he sat on was large enough for two but they weren’t friends and Oliver was sure as hell he wasn’t interested in being friends.  He didn't even know why he told them to run together.
They say together in silence for what seemed to be like eternity.  Oliver would turn to look at Chris sometimes as they sat together, the moonlight being their light source. He couldn't read him, which bothered him. He didn't know why that bothered him
Not being able to stand the silence anymore, Oliver broke it.
"So what's your deal?" He asked facing Oliver. He expected an answer, maybe a moment of confusion but as a minute passed, he realized Chris' expression didn't change and he definitely wasn't getting a reply.
He really is a strange kid.
Oliver wasn't that knowledgeable on being autistic and its different forms. His mother used to think Emilia was autistic but a visit to the doctor renounced it. He didn't understand Chris.
"I asked you a question", he said again. This time Chris acknowledge that there was a human being three feet away by blinking his eyes. At that moment, Oliver realized how much Chris looked like his father. He wanted to get angry at that but decided not to. All the hatred and annoyance was too much for him to handle but he was about to get really pissed off that Chris wasn't talking.
"You're so strange" he spoke again and as before received no reply. "Very infuriating too"
No reply.
This is silly.
They should just go. Chris obviously wasn't in the mood to talk but Oliver spoke again.
"My parents, well technically your parents are like the typical billionaire couple, except they actually love each other which is cute sometimes, but really weird most of the time"
Maybe the fact Chris was not acknowledging him was good. He could say anything. Chris wouldn't reveal his secret. Who would he even reveal it to? It didn't have that much friends.
That was mean but Oliver wouldn't take it back. He was a mean person and he was certain karma would catch up to him soon.
"It's shitty they didn't want the switch to happen though. Your mother, Lia seems like a good woman. It would be fun living with her"
Of course Oliver didn't mean that. He had no intention of living with Lia or his parents for that matter. Once he turned 18 in two weeks, he was out of his father's house. He was done with adults.
His comment did nothing to make Chris talk.
Huh.
He continued regardless,
"I turn 18 in two weeks. Well we turn 18. Ugh, it's so weird we share things in common. Hell, you look younger than me"
Maybe not younger but he was smaller, way smaller but then Oliver has always been a bit bodily matured for his age. Chris stood about 5'7 to his 6 feet. Chris also had a younger face, almost adorable and feminine but he also had masculinity to him. Oliver couldn't explain it. He mentally slapped himself. Why was he checking him out? So what if Chris almost fit the description of the  kind of boys he liked. It was weird. They were like brothers.
He couldn't believe his thoughts. He hated this boy a few hours ago. He even hit him the first time they met which was uncool on his part. Perhaps Paul wasn't such a good influence on him.
Paul. He missed Paul.
"Good luck to you Chris".
Chris turned to face him then. His eyes were pretty.
Ugh.
"My parents care a lot about the family business, sometimes more than they care about me but I'm free now. You're the new heir now, the successor. As long as you're not blonde or bi, you'll be fine"
Of course his parents didn't hate him for being blonde, he meant it as a metaphor for his difference to the rest of his family no matter how inaccurate the metaphor was and though he had supportive parents more than most, they would expect him to marry a woman and Oliver didn't want that. He was attracted to girls but not enough to settle with one. That sounded misogynistic. Shrugging to himself, he stood up.
"Come on, it's getting late, I'll take you home"
His statement sounded weird to his ears.
Thankfully, Chris stood up without further saying. So he heard what Oliver had been saying all along but refused to answer. Of course he did. He was just strange. A strange, strange person and oddly, Oliver was curious, very curious about him.