The Railroad Of My Heart {A Luberto Fanfic}

...Chapter one...

TW: Mild Homophobia and verbal assault

Have you ever listened to the sound of train tracks in the distance at night?

The sound of the wheels against the tracks and the sound of the train whistle when the train driver pulls that string letting the sound blow through the night. These are the things Alberto would listen to every night after he had been yelled at for being, well himself. A curious, confident and sweet little 10 year old boy.

Alberto would love to spend his days at the small lake near his home out in the countryside. He would allow himself to become one with the fresh water there letting his indigo and purple scales to be free to shine in the endless glow of the bright sun. Alberto would swim for hours on weekends and play with any creatures he could get his hands on. Most days it would be frogs, some would be fish or even pond turtles. Alberto also loved to collect rocks of all shapes, sizes colours. In fact he even kept some under his bed, he was actually never allowed to keep them out for display because his father always told him is wasn't very clean or proper. Obviously this made Alberto upset because he enjoyed spending his weekends collecting rocks as a hobby.

But of course when Alberto wasn't out swimming or collecting things, he would be out in town all week with his father selling bread and corn that he and his father would grow. Alberto never thought selling bread and corn was very fun, he actually thought it was quite dumb and boring. Alberto would complain nearly the whole day when he and his father were out selling at the market, which led to the reason why he would be yelled at for hours on hours by his father for being annoying, stubborn, selfish and ungrateful. This is why the sound of trains at night would be just enough to calm Alberto to sleep.

Alberto never found himself to sleep any better ever since his mother passed when he was little. His mom would sing to him every night to put him to sleep, so now that he was able to listen to trains and their sounds at night was quite a miracle. But as well if there were to be no trains passing by at night, Alberto would end up crying himself to sleep, which sometimes even led to sleepless nights.

But as we continue, one bright and sunny Tuesday, Alberto was out at the market area once again with his father getting ready to start their day with selling their goods. Alberto had begun to fill wooden bins of corn and small wooden shelves of bread while his father was prepping the tent they used at the market. Few minutes had passed and Alberto and his father Bruno had finished getting ready. The sound of the noon hour bell had rung letting everyone know that it was 12 o'clock and also that the market had begun.

Bruno had stood behind the wooden crates and shelves waiting for people to come while Alberto sat on the ground leaning against a post the held the tent together.

"Alberto" Bruno said in a stern voice. Alberto looked over at his father with a confused look wondering what he did.

"Please don't sit against that post, if you do the whole tent will fall over and I'll be the one that'll have to fix it" Bruno said.

Alberto sat up and stood beside his father as a sign that he understood and that he wouldn't sit there anymore.

After some time Bruno had told his son that he was going to use the toilet and that Alberto would be in charge or the tent while he was gone. After Alberto had agreed and his father had left and wasn't in sight he heard a voice across from him as he was counting the extra money in the money tin. Alberto looked up to see and boy around maybe his age that had ginger hair and blue eyes, he had a sweet smile and wore a fancy button up shirt with dark jeans. Alberto felt his face go beet red across his freckles and the boy spoke up. "Hi, can I get two loafs of bread please?".

Alberto didn't do anything, all he could do was stare at the boy in front of him. "Uhm, hello? Are you ok sir?".

At the moment Alberto brought himself out of his train of thought and laughed awkwardly. "Sorry I was stuck looking at yo- I mean! The clouds" he said while rubbing the back of his neck. Did he like this boy? Nah..

"It's alright the ginger boy said with a smile!". Alberto smiled back. God he has a cute smile..

Alberto picked up to loafs of bread and handed them to the ginger headed boy. The boy had gave Alberto the money for the bread and was on his way. Alberto's face stayed the same red and he watched the boy walk away happily. Alberto fell into another train of thought until his father came back and saw his son in his thoughts.

Bruno looked at his son and immediately knew what he was thinking about about and tried to see who the lucky girl was he was looking at. Bruno looked at a group of girls that he thought his son was looking at and then laughed.

"So who's the lucky girl?" Bruno asked in curiosity. "Is it the one is the pink or yellow dress?" Bruno asked adding to the question.

Alberto shook head and pointed at the ginger boy who was talking with who seemed to be his mother. "It's him, he's the one I'm looking at" Alberto said with a pep in his voice. Bruno's eyes knit together.

"Your looking at that boy?"Bruno said with a little anger in his voice.

Alberto smiled and nodded his head. "Yes papa I am! I don't know his name but I know he's really nice!" Alberto said.

Bruno's face turned red with anger, he wasn't going to allow his son to be one of those people who well, liked the same gender.

" YOU CANT LIKE HIM!" Bruno said angerly. Alberto turned is head to his father with a worried yet confused look on his face. Why couldn't he like the ginger haired boy? If he liked him it should be allowed, it was his choice after all.

"But why not papa? I'm allowed to like whoever I want, aren't I?" Alberto said curiously. Bruno got more upset and said to his son "You are allowed to like whoever you want as long as it's NOT a boy". Alberto got upset at the words.

"That's not fair! I like him so what?! It should be MY CHOICE!" Alberto yelled back. This infuriated Bruno.

Bruno grabbed his son by his shirt collar and brought his face close to his. "I am your father and shall NEVER speak like this to me AGAIN. And if I EVER catch you looking at a boy like I did to you today, you're out of the house."

Alberto's eyes filled with angry tears as he pushed himself off his father and stood a few feet away from him to pout in anger.

This incident was the reason that lead to the scolding that night...

And the reason that Alberto decided to pack his things and hop on one of the trains that he heard deep in the night....

A.N
I loved making this! It was exciting and very interesting! As I'm making this my room is filled of the smell of my lunch! Better go eat! Ciao

Word count: 1292 words