arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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17 - the kiss in the rain

he was getting one of the many boxes down to sort as he nothing else to do.xavier was cleaning cups and tyler was out talking to wednesday. he didn't know what kind of mess he was currently about to get himself into. he leaned on his tiptoes to reach one of the boxes on a high shelf, his right hand holding onto the third shelve which he didn't know was slowly falling. and if that shelf was to fall, he would fall towards. hitting himself on another shelf where he'd fall to the floor and be crushed by boxes. his fingers skimming the box he wanted when the shelf gave a final screech. only for an arm to grab around his waist pulling him back. pulling him into a warm chest as he watched the boxes of coffee smash on the floor. a cloud of brown dust following. turning to find himself wrapped in xavier fucking thorpes arms. which he was quick to pull himself out off.

"not even a thank you for saving you?" xavier chuckled as he watched the boy disregard his actions as he started lifting the unopened bags of coffee away from the powered mess.

"my hero, xavier thorpe, saves another damsel in distress." peter mocks, placing his hand over his heart as he pretended to swoon. as he lifts another. xavier pretends not to look at the boy's arms as he does so.

"let me help." xavier mumbles, feeling bad as he watches him. going to grab another bag when peter snaps up.

"haven't you done enough?" he sneers. face growing red as he jabs his finger into the boy's chest. pushing him away the wall. and xavier features softened.

"can't you just fuck off!" he cried, xavier watching as the tears started to glisten the boys eyes. quickly turning away,not wanting to seem weak.

"peter." xavier mumbled, reaching out to grab the boy's shoulder.

"leave me alone. please." he cried, wiping the tears as he made his way to the door.leaving the mess he had just gotten himself into. rushing out of the shop, ignoring tyler who asked if he was alright if he passed.

"i'm sorry about your mum." xavier cried as he followed peter, the boy had flung his apron on the floor as he passed tyler leaving him in just the white shirt with patches of coffee powder.

"what about? that she was normal? because you sure didn't mean sorry for it in the library.'' peter shouted as he spun on his heel,pushing the painter away. god, he hoped xavier would just leave him alone.

"peter, i didn't mean it like that." he mumbled, gaze dropping. he did mean it like that. but under influence.

"like what? that she was less than you guys, that i am. what did you mean?" peter spoke again and xavier grew more guilty.

"you are such a fucking hypocrite thorpe. you treat me like scum for my mother but you expect everyone to treat you like some kind of god because of your dad."

"stop it." xavier cried, not wanting peter to do this. anyone could mention his father but peter knew how much it would hurt.

"stop bringing up your dad when there was no need?" peter smirked as he questioned, his face still warm with anger. fair enough. and as if the weather knew the interaction, rain started to patter down from above. soaking the two boys.

"you're just like your father." and for the first time, someone's words on his father had actually hurt him. and xavier reached forward, tense fingers and drew the boy closer. landing his lips on peter's in a desperate attempt to stop him. to demand the silence of the silent boy. peter's lips were cold, but he could taste the warm drink on his tongue. the boy who smells of vanilla and tastes of chocolate. he could feel his lips tense beneath his own. he got the boy's silence, but he got so much more. xavier's hands were bunched in peter's now wet shirt. peter's hands fell limply at his side. they parted for a moment, their eyes opening. when they didn't even remember closing them. meeting xavier's warm green eyes.

"i don't think of you as under me.'' xavier mumbled as he stared at the boy. and his gaze softened as he looked at the painter. oh god. and peter rushed back to the shop. only to find theo sat there.a cup of hot coffee in front of him along with three packets of sugar.

"okay, you two confuse me. what's going on? lover's quarrel?" theo stared between the two boys, sipping his coffee. both were soaking wet, red faced and stealing glances at the other. and he totally hadn’t just seen xavier kiss peter in the middle of the now raining street.

"no, no way." peter spat, horror painting on his face.

"we're just friends.'' xavier added, nodding along with peter's outburst as he made his way to the counter. wanting to get his clothes and change into something dry.

"we are not friends!" peter sneered, spinning on his heel to glare at the boy at the counter.

"right not friends, but maybe more. feeling like you are never doing enough. something to do with your dad?" he asked, looking back at xavier whose face had fallen, turning away at the mention of his father. he was right, the reason he hadn't admitted that he might like peter was because of what his father would think. how would vincent thorpe, the vincent thorpe deal with the burden of a son who fell for a boy. a belfiore nevertheless.

"and you, peter belfiore? you're scared of the what ifs. you're scared of what will happen if you let yourself fall in-"

"theo, stop." peter begged, now seeing he wasn't going to stop.

"you're the reason she's dead!" he listened to his father scream, banging on the door. peter had lodged a few pencils under the frame to stop him getting in. he sat in front of the door, jolting with every bang. he knew his dad didn't mean it, he was only drunk. the reason he didn't want to fall in love, he didn't want to feel the pain his father did. no matter how much he wanted to be in love the way daphne loved wilbur.

"how did i do?" theo grinned, clapping his hands together and rubbing them as he leaned back into the red leather of the chairs.

"you're an arsehole.'' xavier cried. rushing away. the words theodore nott had said to him running in his head.

"how did you-"

"i've seen this many times before."

"seen what?"

"refusing to admit they like one another, i had a bestfriend who was in love with a girl in another house when we were in school. he refused to admit he liked her because she was indifferent to him."

"how was indifferent she?"peter questioned dropping into the seat with a grunt. xavier hit in the bathroom. a hand over his mouth as he tried to calm his breathing.

"he was what he called pureblood, pure magic blood. and she, well she was not. it's the same with you and xavier. he thinks himself as pure nevermore students due to his power legacy whilst they see you under them, as a kid born of both peculiarity and normality."

oh.

"what happened to them?" he asked quietly,leaning forward slightly to listen to one of theo's many stories of his childhood before a war of kinds.

"he never got to tell her, she had fallen for her best friend during her time in school anyways. but he met another girl, and now he’s madly in love with her. everything works out in the end." and peter nodded, mood dampening once more.